Page 34 of Monster's Obsession

He stiffened, our bodies flush, as warmth filled me.

It was oddly intimate. Actually, that probably wasn’t an odd sensation at all for most people.

For me, intimacy was definitely odd.

Asmoday lowered his face to my chest. I figured he hadn’t gotten enough of my boobs—no complaint there—but instead, he simply hugged me, with his cheek pressed against my shoulder. I could feel his rapid heartbeat, matched with my own.

After a few moments, I relaxed enough to stroke his ear, which twitched in appreciation. I could feel his lips curve into a smile. I wasn’t ready for this. I didn’t know how to handle intimacy. The only person I’d ever loved was my mother.

Not that I was in love with Asmoday. I mean, I know I said I was in love with his dick, but that was during the throes of passion, and can one really be in love with a single body part?

Although it was a damned impressive dick. If not love, I could certainly see myself becoming addicted to it. And maybe the rest of him too.

Ugh. I needed to stop with all the sappy bullshit. This was just sex, for the love of Lilith. And even though he’d promised, there was no guarantee we’d do it again. Asmoday was a lust demon, and that was not how they rolled. Not to mention, hello, I had zero interest in tying myself down to anyone, magic dick or no.

Frankly, being associated with me was dangerous for one’s health. Any demons coming after me on my dad’s behalf would have no qualms about destroying whoever might get in their way.

The counter shivered, like the ground underneath was moving.

“What was that?” I demanded.

“Ley lines,” Asmoday mumbled against my chest. “Underneath the castle. They do that sometimes. Shift and move and then settle again.”

“My kitchen!” someone shrieked.

I jerked upright, shoving Asmoday away. Shit, where were our clothes?

“My kitchen,” went that shriek again. It sounded like more than one someones this time.

Uh-oh.

Asmoday snatched up my pajama shirt and pants and tossed them at me. I struggled into the shirt before bouncing off the counter to shove my legs into my pants. Asmoday scrabbled around, snagging his own clothes and rushing them onto his body.

“My kitchen! My kitchen! My kitchen!” There were multiple voices now, chanting. Moving shadows on the walls warned us a moment before more kobolds than I’d seen since I’d started at this school swarmed into the kitchen, surrounding us.

The crowd parted as a thoroughly fucked-looking and also quite mad Professor Holtsclaw came storming toward us. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, shoving an errant braid out of her flushed face. “Why are the kobolds so upset?”

My first instinct was to feign innocence.I don’t know. They just started chanting while Asmoday and I were checking on the smoking pigs. No idea what’s going on.

But the group parted again, this time slightly to my left, where a giant smudge the size and shape of my ass was on display, on top of the counter.

Right next to the empty vial of birth control serum Asmoday had given me.

CHAPTER13

If Daruka thought getting caughtswimming in the moat was bad, she would be utterly humiliated by the fact that our sexcapades in the kitchen were the current talk of the town. We weren’t the first students to have taken advantage of the late-night cooking class like that, but we were the first in recent memory to have gotten caught.

Lucky us.

I wanted to talk to her about it, to assure her that this, too, shall pass. It always did. Students loved their gossip but were always looking for the next juicy tidbit. We’d be old news in days.

Problem was, we were now forbidden from being within ten feet of each other. Every professor—and definitely every kobold—was watching us, all ready to leap in, pull us apart, and send us to the headmistress’s office.

Where we’d most certainly be informed that we were being expelled. The headmistress promised as much when she gave us our joint dressing down after the kitchen incident. No more chances. One slipup and we were both out.

Despite being a demon and thus, theoretically, having a gray moral compass, Daruka appeared to be towing the line. But I didn’t know this for a fact—I hadn’t seen her since that night.

And it was driving me mad.

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