All Chapters of The Reaper's Harem: My Monster Mates: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Hilbert's office door is locked when I get there."Hm?" I tilt my head at Hilbert. "Since when do you lock the office?""I wasn't planning to stay here." He's already holding his keys, and something in his expression is doing something careful and deliberate. "I wanted to show you my place. If that's alright."My sleepiness sharpens into curiosity. I look at him, at the faint warmth sitting high on his cheekbones, and take a quick reading of the situation."Is this the NSFW kind of company or the regular kind?"He blinks. Then, earnestly, "It's more comfortable there. For sleeping."I study his face. Warm, open, slightly flustered at the edges.Pure intentions. Genuinely.It's almost funny how easy he is to read."Fine," I say. "But you have to carry me."I hold my arms out.Hilbert stares at them for a half second, and I watch something in his chest cave completely.He bends down and picks me up without another word, and I tuck my head against his throat and decide this is an accepta

I spend the night in Hilbert's bed, and technically speaking, I'm on my best behavior.I make him a solemn, wide-eyed promise to be a "good student," then immediately proceed to use his chest as a pillow.I burrow into his side, hooking a leg over his hip to anchor myself, and fall asleep with a speed that is frankly insulting to his internal turmoil.When I wake up, I feel spectacular.I am glowing, refreshed, and fueled by the divine energy humming through the house.Hilbert, on the other hand, looks like he's just survived a war of attrition.He's composed after all, but there are faint, bruised shadows under his eyes that weren't there yesterday.His hair is a fraction less than perfect, a few strands falling over his forehead in a way that makes him look devastatingly human.I find both of these things deeply satisfying.He's a mature man who previously had no use for "needs" of the flesh, and yet he spent the night acting as a human weighted blanket because he refused to move me

The stockings go on first.Dark, bow-trimmed, and nobody's business but mine.They sit well under the cloak, which is the point—practical coverage for the two sedative syringes and the suppression collars I've got strapped to my thigh.Functional and pretty.Two knocks at the door, then Liviel, "Roommate. Professor Hilbert is here for you."I open the door.Liviel is in a puff-skirted gown with her twin tails pinned up, which is a look.But I'm not looking at Liviel.Hilbert is standing in the corridor outside Room 306, and the lighting out there is doing something genuinely criminal.He always looks like this—the composed, unhurried beauty of something that grew rather than was made.But tonight there's a quality to it that's harder to look away from. His gold hair catches the hall light and holds it. His clothes fit the way clothes fit on people who have never had to think about whether they fit.He sees me and goes very still for exactly one second.Then he extends his hand.I walk

S has a small mole beside his throat.It's a very pretty detail on a very pretty person.I tap his cheek twice, light and proprietary. "You're genuinely attractive, you know."S stares at the sky and says nothing, which is the most dignified response available to him.I collect myself off the garden floor, and then I step over Roko on my way out and nudge him with my foot."Tonight stays in this garden. If it doesn't, the embarrassing story is yours to carry, not mine."I pause at the gate."Save up your credits. Come find me when you're ready to do this properly."I turn back one last time and make a heart with my fingers at all of them."Love ya."The walk back to the ballroom takes longer than it should.The succubus pheromones don't clear the way a smell clears. They dissipate from the inside out, leaving a warm residue that makes colors slightly brighter and thoughts slightly slower.I want something sweet. Something substantive.The refreshment table has those little strawberry