Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
PHENEX
I glance around my apartment that suddenly feels too empty now that Samael and Lorelei are gone. Needing something to do before I need to leave, I unzip her duffel bag and decide to do her laundry. I’ve watched her process at least once since she washed her clothes here.
I can’t believe that asshole broke into her room. It doesn’t even matter if he’s her scent match, I intend to break his nose if I ever find out who it was. On autopilot, I continue to fume as I wash Lorelei’s clothing with her detergent.
Glancing at the label on the bottle, I take a photo of it with my cellphone to make sure I buy more when I next go to the store. I want to make sure I have everything she needs. While she was taking her shower, Samael and I also ordered a bunch of things for her for the apartment.
It looks almost exactly like it did when I moved in almost three hundred years ago. They’ve done updates to the building, but I haven’t done very much for my apartment outside of updating my appliances.
Leaving the machine to run while I’m gone, I get ready to leave for this faculty function. I’m dressed in a nice suit, my shoes even fucking gleam because I polished them. There are new donors who want to meet with different department professors to discuss what functions we provide to the university and its students.
As a history teacher, I would usually be passed over at other schools, but as we are doomed to relive our mistakes without the knowledge of those who came before us, I was specifically asked to come.
Monsters and humans have only recently found their place, and by that I mean in the last few hundred years.
Blowing out a breath, I grab my keys and walk out, making sure I lock the door. While most people don’t bother, I have an omega who is very particular about her things and our privacy should be respected.
It’s as I’m striding across the lobby, the chandelier over my head twinkling now that the sun has set, that I hear a pair of heels. They’re loud on the marble floors, and whoever it is appears to be in a hurry.
“Professor Gorsch!” Valaria’s shrill voice yells. “May I have a moment of your time, sir?”
Ugh, I fucking hate her. Especially after hearing that Lorelei had a hard time with her last week.
“I’m in a hurry,” I call over my shoulder. While it’s about forty degrees out, I decided against a coat since I tend to run warm. I’m just walking across campus to the President of the university’s home.
Pushing open the door, I don’t bother to hold it for Valaria as I continue walking. Hearing her oof as it slams shut on her makes me smirk.
“I’ll walk with you,” she groans as she pushes the door open, practically running to catch up to me.
The idiot is going to twist her ankle at this rate. I’m not above leaving her sprawled on the ground, either. She’s not any of my concern, and she’s being really aggressive.
“Go on,” I say, already bored as I continue my long strides.
She’s at least a foot shorter than me, so she finds herself having to walk quickly. I hide my amusement as I wait for her to regale me with whatever vapid topic her tiny little mind has decided I need to hear.
“Well, you see there was a girl who has been seen going to your apartment several times this week,” she begins.
I tune her out as I nod and walk, prepared to let her rant until I can find an acceptable way to cut her off. I don’t understand why this woman feels the need to stick her nose in business that doesn’t pertain to her.
I’m also unsure how she got her position at the university, because no amount of dick sucking could possibly make that happen. Ugh, I’m being unkind, but the moment she decided to be a fuckwit to Lorelei is the one she chose to become my enemy.
“So can I have her banned from the building?” she finishes.
“Absolutely not,” I say succinctly. “You don’t have that kind of pull, either. I’ve taken a special interest in her safety. The school put her in a dorm room of all males. Do you think that was well done by the housing department?”
“They what?” she screeches. “Well, no. How did that happen?”
“Housing mistake and now there’s nowhere else to put her,” I state. “I offered her a place to hang out in between classes that’s quiet.”
“That’s what the library is for,” she growls, her claws digging into my arm when she almost trips.
The female is a fucking menace.
“I’m looking out for her safety and well being as a tenured teacher. Are you saying I shouldn’t and attempting to tell me what to do?” I ask, not bothering to stop and dragging her forward until she can find her footing.
“I would never, sir, however I don’t think you understand what it looks like. You’re so magnanimous, but to others it would appear inappropriate for you to be spending so much time with her,” she says quickly.
“Your head is so far up my ass it’s going to get stuck up there, Valaria,” I mutter. I don’t care if she doesn’t like it. “You really need to mind your own business, and stop focusing on mine so much. Samael will also be spending more time at my apartment as well. Please refrain from tackling him or asking why he’s in my apartment.”
“Oh!” she says, her claws loosening before letting go completely so I can be on my way.
Rolling my eyes, I make my way across the street to the quiet neighborhood where some of the faculty live. Some are allocated for faculty with families living with them, and others based on their status at the school.
Valaria is a petty bitch and I didn’t give her the attention she felt she deserved. I’ll need to make sure I keep an eye on her. I have no issues getting her kicked out of this school if it means the difference between Lorelei’s peace of mind or chaos.
Knocking on President Christa’s door, I wait for her to answer. She’s been the president for the past fifty years, and her term will soon be over. She’s been really good for the university, helping the development of our buildings with donors for those that need updates.
Unfortunately, the history buildings have not received much attention, which is another reason why I’m here. I thought that Lorelei was going to gag when I walked out of class with her earlier this week. The musty smell is not a part of history that we want to keep.
While much of the university has received a face lift, including my own apartment building, there are a few that thoroughly need some TLC.
“Phenex, hello,” President Christa says with a smile as she opens the door. She’s extremely calculating, I’ve noticed, but always has a smile on her face.
You can never really tell what she is thinking. I’ve heard that she’s fired people with a pleasant smile on her face while discussing their list of faults. The woman is an icon. She’s dressed in a blue tweed skirt suit, her clawed feet sporting pretty nail polish. This female exudes confidence and grace, and I never want to piss her off. She scares me.
“Hello, President Christa,” I reply, inclining my head. “It’s a pleasure to see you tonight.”
“Come in,” she says. “Reginald is here. I suggest grabbing a drink and then seeking him out. He’s an alumni and a history buff, though he went into the corporate medical field.”
Taking note of all of that, I nod as I enter the house.
“Red hair, navy suit, dark blue tail,” she says under her breath, giving me a direction to move in.
He’s avidly speaking to someone as I make myself a drink that I’ll probably spend the entire night nursing. I don’t drink much at events like this when I have an objective in mind.
I make conversation with others as I sip my whiskey, which I poured neat without ice so it wouldn’t get watered down as it melted. I can always count on President Christa to have excellent alcohol choices in her home.
Over the next half hour, I methodically move around the room so I can interrupt Reginald’s very enthusiastic conversation. If I have to pour my fucking drink on him to do it, I shall.
“Why are you staying in the student dorms?” I hear another professor ask.
My gaze stays on Reginald as I listen, finding that Bast Dalca is discussing his current home.
“There’s not enough housing,” he sighs. “It’s a trial that I’m forcing myself to endure until they can rebuild what burned down.”
Cry me a river. I’ll agree that I’m just as concerned about the housing issues, but I’ve fixed it by moving Lorelei and Samael into my home.
“That’s too bad,” the other teacher mutters. “You’re taking it so well though.”
Bast Dalca is a drama king, and this is a performance. I wouldn’t trust him as far as I can throw him. If he chooses this moment to drag Lorelei through the mud, I will show him the profound wisdom of keeping his mouth shut.
Thankfully, Bast simply nods mournfully but doesn’t say another word at the exact time that Reginald moves away from the male he’s been speaking with.
“Hello, Reginald,” I say smoothly. “Am I keeping you from leaving?”
“No, no,” he says with a warm smile. “I do need a refill though. You’re welcome to keep me company.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, walking with him to the bar. “I’m Professor Phenex Gorsch. I teach foundations in civilization as well as violent moments in history at the university.”
“Oh, they gave you the good stuff,” he teases with a nod. “Do you often blow the minds of our youth?”
Grinning, I state that I do and we chat back and forth. He’s witty and definitely enjoys historical events and humor. It’s not a trial to speak to him, the way it sometimes can be with certain benefactors.
“So, what is the state of the history buildings, hmm?” he asks, bemused. He knows why he’s here at least.
“I was walking with a student earlier this week and she gagged in the hallway due to the smell,” I say honestly. “While other parts of the university have received well needed updates and attention, the history section has languished.”
“Poor student,” he says, striking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’ll discuss with President Christa about what’s needed to get those buildings up to snuff. What do you enjoy most about them?”
“They’re built of stone, and have a Romanesque feel,” I explain. “The lighting needs to be updated, but wall sconces would help to keep the right ambiance for the building.”
“Oh, yes. I like that,” he murmurs. “I’m part of a few organizations that would enjoy pitching in to make this happen. Let me go speak with her.”
“Thank you,” I call after him as he hurries to the president to discuss the renovations.
“If only everything could be that easy,” Bast mutters, coming up beside me to grab a bottle of water.
I’ve noticed that he hasn’t had a drink outside of water this entire time. There’s nothing wrong with it, but I’ve found that academia is flush with lushes.
“It can be,” I grunt, finding that I’ve almost finished my whiskey. Meh, my mission has been accomplished, and I’ll have burned off the alcohol by the time I get home.
“Not for everyone,” he says morosely.
Fuck, if he’s this much of a wet rag, I can only imagine what he’s like when he’s had a few drinks. Thank all of the gods for small mercies.
“Positive thinking and some elbow grease is how shit gets done,” I state, draining my glass.
It’s time to get home and finish Lorelei’s laundry. Maybe I’ll even get lucky and find some of my packages have arrived. Even though I only ordered today, some of the items had a turnaround within a few hours.
“God, you’re like a Mr. Roger’s commercial,” he grunts. “Who the fuck did you get laid by to be in such a good mood?”
Thinking about Lorelei makes me smirk, because we haven’t had sex yet. I’ve just been living on a steady diet of her sweet cream. I suppose that’s enough to put anyone into a positive mindset.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? You’re the moodiest bastard I know,” I say, shrugging as I put my glass down. There is a waiter, who I suspect is a student, walking around to pick up discarded glasses.
“It helps with my creative energy,” he says, shrugging.
Shaking my head, I leave him behind to say goodbye to my host and walk out into the night. Yes, I have much better things to do.
SAMAEL
This club is a damn excuse to watch porn. As I’m a fear demon and not sex driven, I watch Lorelei work. I’m amused by how hard she’s trying not to watch what’s happening around her.
Is she turned on?
I’m hanging out above her in my mist form, making sure she’s doing well, but since I can’t smell her scent in an overwhelming sense, she must be fine. Allowing her to work, I shift outside of the club looking for a monster or human to scare. It typically doesn’t matter as all fear tastes good to me.
It’s not Lorelei, but it’ll do. I haven’t fed since last week in the library. I snacked a bit from her fear when I flipped her upside down and she screamed like a pretty little siren, but nothing since.
I’m flirting with a theory that’s slightly terrifying, and I need to prove it one way or another before I can decide what to do.
Fuck, fuck, fuck stick on a dick!
My vision narrows as I see a female walking quickly away from a bar down the road. I force wind to blow the leaves around her, influence a man to step out of an alley just as she walks past to startle her, and it all works. However, it doesn't move my meter at all and I’m starving.
Moving around the area, I scare the fuck out of thirteen people, but my internal energy level remains low. I’m not working on fumes by any means, because that’s dangerous. I could scare someone to death if I’m not careful, lock them in their minds with the horrors moving on a loop.
I’m not only a fear demon, I can implant ideas into people's minds, find their worst nightmares and make creatures and people believe them to be true. In fact, I have done this, I cut my teeth in hell making people relive their worst moment to fuel the fires of my past home.
I don’t want to be that type of demon anymore, which is why I left so many years ago. It took me years to get my powers under control, I left entire villages devoid of life because I scared them to death. I know my limits, but if Lorelei is now the only creature I can feed from, it’s going to fucking test every one.
Frustrated, I return to the club, watching her as she finishes her shift. Everyone is polite, and I notice that they also tip her well. When there’s this much skin showing everywhere else, Lorelei and her counterpart behind the bar are less tempting.
I appreciate it, because breaking a patron's fingers on her first night at work isn’t something I want to do if I don’t have to. Lorelei looks around as if looking for me before shrugging and tipping herself out at the end of the night.
She should know better than to believe that I would leave her. In fact, I’m going to be hard pressed not to lurk around here every night that she works. The bouncers all seem to be doing their jobs, and the dancers are pulling in their money between private dances and “extras.”
I’m not going to shame anyone, I think that they’re making good money and their patrons are happy. No one seems to be forcing anyone to do anything, either. Though the shifter having that female suck his dick has a pretty tight hold on her hair.
The sounds of her gagging have me wince internally as I follow Lorelei out to the parking lot. Smirking, I fill her with dread as she walks, watching as she runs her hands over her skin as it pebbles with goosebumps. Fuck, her fear tastes like the finest drug, absolutely addicting.
I make her believe she hears heavy boots behind her, and that they’re following her. Groaning inaudibly, I enjoy the way her breaths hitch and her footsteps move faster. Having received the feedback I needed for my theory, I release her from my tender ministrations, slipping inside of Bertie before fully materializing so I can adjust my cock.
Lorelei opens the door as she rushes inside to sit, screaming when she sees me.
“Fuck, Samael, you need a bell,” she gasps, her breaths harsh and her chest heaving. “Was that your handiwork back there?”
“Yeah,” I say, pouting. “I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
“Well that sounds ominous," she mutters, closing the door behind her as she pulls her left leg fully into the car. Lorelei had ended up half sprawled across the seat in her terror, and it was adorable.
“It depends on how you look at it,” I say. “So which do you want to hear first?”
“Let me get Bertie to turn over, and then you can give me the bad news first, Samael,” she says lightly, sticking the key into the ignition.
Her messenger bag is still across her body along with her jacket, her breathing trying to regulate as her heartbeat races with the fear response that was flooding her system. Interestingly enough, her residual fear continues to feed me, allowing me to feel content. While I’m not completely full, I’m feeling good.
Fuck, I even feel as if I could curl up with her and actually sleep, something I didn’t think I could do. Instead, I watch her sleep.
Lorelei is something special alright.
Bertie coughs twice before agreeing to turn over for Lorelei. She’s really going to need a new car soon. I understand her worry about finances, but I wonder if I could buy her a car and pretend that I don’t use it enough because of how I tend to float to where I need to go.
I have no need to pretend to be someone I’m not, but I am sneaky enough to buy a super safe vehicle and then tell my girl that I need her to drive it around for me so the battery won’t die. It doesn’t matter that I have no clue how to drive. Yep, I think that’s how I’m going to send Bertie into her retirement.
“Now,” Lorelei murmurs, putting her car into reverse and making sure the headlights are on.
That’s the other terrifying part about this death trap! It’s very difficult to know whether or not the headlights are on because of how muted they are. The glass is yellowed with age and rust. Don’t even get me started on all the difficulties old Bertie is having.
“What is the bad news you have for me?” she asks.
“You really want that part first?” I ask, intrigued.
“Yes,” Lorelei says, smirking. “Go on, tell me.”
Waiting for her to pull onto the road, I nod. “I have a theory,” I begin. “I reflexively scare people as a habit. When I’m walking to class with you, while I’m teaching, or throughout campus. Since I met you, I’ve found that fear isn’t converting into energy.”
“Uh huh. Please continue,” she drawls.
God, she has to know where this is going right? Is she going to make me say it?
Fuck, yeah she is.
“I haven’t truly fed in a week,” I state. “Not fully since the library when I met you. Your small spurts of fear helped to give me small snacks, but I’m fucking starving. I went on a fact finding mission. I scared fourteen people total tonight, and the only one who filled my energy tank was you.”
“Okay,” she says, nodding. She doesn’t appear to be worried about this at all. How is that possible? “We joked about my being your only energy source, are you saying that I truly am?”
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I grunt. “I’ve never heard of this happening before, but I know my body, and this is terrible.”
“Why?” she asks. “I like when you scare me.”
She’s perfect. Here, take my mate bite, marry me, be my everything forever. It’s too soon for all of that, but every cell in my body is humming with happiness. Lorelei Rose isn’t running away from me.
“It’ll be intense, beautiful. Chases to truly make you believe I'm going to hurt you, inopportune moments where I terrify you because I can,” I explain. “No one else fucking measures up. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll use my powers to protect you, ensure people give you space so they don’t trample you, but I’ll never feel full without you. That’s a big ask for someone that I just met.”
“It’s different though,” she insists. “We’re meant to be together, fate, fortune teller, and who the fuck knows who else say it. I hate that you went looking for a meal when I’m right fucking here.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “When you say it like that, I might come in my pants with a mouth like that.”
“Can I watch?” she asks, smirking as she glances at me.
“Lorelei, you’re killing me,” I say. She didn’t see me when I masturbated as Phenex ate her out in the shower. I got to enjoy the way he ate her like the perfect meal, but she’s never seen my cock or how I take care of myself.
“Please? You and Phenex spoil me with orgasms, but I’m starting to get a complex,” she says. “Is your cock blue, are there two of them, why do you both act as if you’re going to scare me off?”
“We’re trying to give you the space to get to know us,” I say, almost whimpering as I feel precum begin to slide down my shaft. Motherfucker. “Outside of sex, or being dickmatized.”
“You’re putting a lot of emphasis on the power of good dick,” she teases me. “I just want to see it, watch you cum as you fall apart for me.”
“Baby,” I practically whimper. “Is this really what you want?”
“Yes,” Lorelei says, nodding. “Wait, to make sure I understand everything. I’m the only one who you can get energy from, and you have to scare me in order to gain that. Does this mean that you can chase me through the woods and maybe fuck me at the end of it?”
“You and your goddamn dirty mouth,” I breathe, pulling my dick out of my pants. “Such a tempting little… scent match.”
Damn, I almost said omega. I need to pressure Phenex to give his history lesson as soon as possible. God only knows when she’ll end up having her heat. We also need to figure out who this dickwad was who invaded her space and is hers.
Right now, though, I’m going to give her what she wants. My hand slowly moves over my shaft, collecting precum to use it as lube. Her scent surrounds me as she bites her lip glancing between the road and my hand as I jack off.
“Pull off as soon as you can,” I rasp. “Don’t get in an accident while you’re watching me.”
Nodding, she drives around a curve as she leaves town, carefully finding a spot to pull off the road to park. Turning on the overhead light, I pull on the recline handle to lean back enough so she gets a front seat experience as I fuck my cock with my fist for her.
I am not small, the circumference of the crown of my shaft large enough to make her lips part in desire and surprise.
“I love how turned on you are as you watch me,” I rasp, my hand working my dick over. I’m not going to last long. I’m so damn turned on after scaring her, listening to her dirty words, fuck me. “Your eyes are dilating, are you wondering what this will feel like in your tight cunt, baby?”
“Ye-yes,” she stutters, her breasts bouncing with the strength of her sharp breaths. “It’s so pretty.”
“There are ridges on my cock that will make you wild, and you’ll take every inch of me like a good fucking girl, won’t you?” I ask, my voice cracking.
“Will you talk me through it?” she whispers, her words and cadence showing her arousal. But also, her scent can’t ever lie to me.
It smells like my favorite dessert in the car. I’m unworried that someone will see the car and come over to help. It’s almost two in the morning, and she’s tucked away from the road. Anyone who does come by, I’ll scare away. This is for her and I, and no one is going to take this away.
“I want to come on your face and your tits, make you wear my cum on your skin as you drive and walk home. I want the world to know that you’re mine,” I growl.
“Such a caveman,” she whispers, her eyes on my hand as I rock, thrust, and fuck my dick with it. I wish it was any one of her holes instead, but I’m committed to giving her time. “I want a taste when you come. Can I have some?”
“Lorelei,” I yell, shuddering. I almost blew my load just now, my back is spasming, my balls pulled tightly up. My only saving grace is that my knot still hasn’t reformed yet. Otherwise, instincts that I didn’t think existed would be kicking in and I’d be hard pressed not to drag her across the console. “You can have anything you damn well want.”
Pulling off a hair tie from her wrist, she pulls her hair up, releasing her seat belt to get up on her knees. Thank fuck that the car is shifted into park. I don’t know how or when, but she did it. Time is moving at a funny pace, my mind picking up only certain details as everything begins to pinpoint down to her and I.
Nothing else matters. Lorelei licks her lips and my eyes flutter closed for a moment. The hot, wet heat of her mouth forces them open as I watch her suck on the tip.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hand rubbing her jaw gently as I continue to fuck my cock underneath her mouth. “Relax, you’re doing so good. Can you take anymore?”
Her moan is like a balm and aphrodisiac in equal measures as she sucks hard on the crown of my dick before pushing further down my shaft. Up and down her head bobs, trying to take more with each pass. Her drool helps, and also gives me lube to continue to jerk off into her mouth.
She feels so good, my sounds and her sucking filling the car perfectly as we work together.
“Fuck, I’m right there. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth— Ah, fuck!”
My scream punctuates my release as she pushes her head further down my cock. I can hear the moment that she not only discovered the ridges on my dick but she tastes my cum as it fills her mouth. She swallows convulsively, trying to taste it all, however, I soon overflow her mouth.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “You’re taking me so damn well.”
Lorelei lifts her head, my cock bobbing out of her mouth as she releases me. She’s not done yet, and by the time she finishes cleaning me up with her tongue, I’m in as much pain as I was to begin with. She’s smug, her mouth and chin stained with my cum.
She’s my perfect little cum slut, ruined panties and all. I should let her walk into the apartment to tease Phenex, but this was mine and hers. I don’t want anyone else to see her.
“You have a little left on your face,” I purr, her answering whimper making my dick twitch. “Come closer and let me clean you up. You’re a messy eater.”
Smirking, she leans toward me, my height allowing me to duck my head down to devour her lips, licking and sucking to clean her up.
“Drive us home, beautiful, and you can show Phenex exactly how we just destroyed your panties,” I say, putting my dick away as I kiss her lips again.
“You taste so good,” she says, almost pouting. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“Good, the curse of needing each other to the point of pain is one we’ll share,” I murmur, watching as she sits down and pulls her seat belt on.
I notice how she winces as she sits, a testament to how wet she is. Her sweet scent gives her away as well, her colorless blue eyes almost swirling with angst and desire. She’s completely wound up.
Lorelei drenches the car in darkness as she turns out the light, and she puts Bertie into drive. She’s careful as she pulls out onto the road, paying attention to any potential traffic. I know it’s also a distraction tactic, so I possessively palm her pussy, dragging my knuckle over her pants covering it.
She wiggles as she whines, and I murmur things I forget the second I say them. They’re inconsequential, sweet nothings said to keep her calm as I edge her. My lips twitch as I increase the pressure, watching the road as she gets closer to shattering for me.
Fuck it, I’ll disappear with her into the apartment so no one else will get to smell how delicious she is. I need to repay the favor, help her work this energy out as her hips threaten to buck hard into my hand. I keep her in a holding pattern of being so close to her release she can feel it, yet knowing that she needs just a little more.
“Samael, oh, please,” she begs, her eyes slitting as she drives through the university gates.
“Not yet, baby. You’re almost home,” I remind her. “Get home, and you’ll get to come. Just a little further.”
“Fuck, this is so mean,” she whimpers. “I need more. Please.”
“You know what to do,” I say without mercy, watching as her skin flushes in anger and desire.
She drives, every stop sign getting cursed out under her breath, and I increase my pressure on her covered clit.
“Sam… ugh. I need to come!” she screams in frustration.
“You know how to make that happen,” I say patiently, nodding at the parking lot that corresponds with her permit.
She just barely pulls into a parking spot when I shove Bertie into park and cover her mouth with mine. My hand slides under the waistband of her pants and undies, diving my fingers to spear her pussy as I rub my thumb over her clit.
“Now you have everything you want,” I rumble against her lips. “So come.”
There’s a tendril of power on the word, and her back bows as she screams wordlessly, creaming all over my fingers. A confusing night is ending in the most perfect way.