Elora
Lucifer was with me in the kitchen, watching me eat breakfast as he ate candy. I wore a flattering pink skirt and a white crop top. The
house was already filled with clans, but they were all in the ballroom, occupied by my guys.
“Guess what?” I asked.
He looked at me expectantly.
“I’m going to make you all bracelets,” I announced excitedly. I had a little kit that I’d had under my bed for years. It had tons of little beads and trinkets to make keychains or bracelets. Truthfully, we needed something to do today other than have sex. After last night, I was a bit sore. I definitely needed a day to recuperate.
Lucifer seemed bored at the idea. “Bracelets?” He repeated dully. “Uh-huh. You’ll wear it, right?” I gave him a pointed look.
“What’s it for?” He sounded skeptical, like wearing a bracelet would risk sacrificing his dark aesthetic.
I walked over and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “So people know that you’re mine when you wear it. Girls really like to talk to you guys,” I pouted. I was tired of girls making googly eyes at what was mine.
He smirked, grabbing my face with one of his giant hands, smooshing my lips together. “I like you when you’re jealous,” he rasped out, placing a soft, passionate kiss against my lips.
My eyes fluttered shut, and my panties were instantly wet. His tongue licked my bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. I gasped at the bite, and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth.
Fighting the urge to moan, I squeezed my thighs together. Okay, maybe
we could have a little sexy time today, but we were still making bracelets!
The heavy kitchen door opened with a thud making me jump away from Lucifer. I pulled away from his devilish lips. In full panic mode, I grabbed his hand and started counting his fingers. “Two, three, four, five,” I blushed. I think I played that off nicely.
Glancing behind us at Clarence, I saw him walking towards the fridge, shooting me a knowing look. “Smooth,” he gave me a thumbs up.
Embarrassed, I averted my eyes quickly, looking at Lucifer. His calculating eyes were digging into my skin. “Just making sure they’re all there?” He teased.
“Yup…” Why was I like this? So what if we were making out? Why should I care if anyone saw? That was much better than phony finger counting. Dumb Elora, do better!
Clearance cleared his throat, eyeing Lucifer, “Gavin didn’t show,” he informed.
Good riddance. That guy and his friend, Zion, were class-A creeps.
They just gave off a bad vibe; I couldn’t explain it.
Lucifer nodded. “Theo will find him,” he assured.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Why would Theo need to find him?” Today was the last day of their gathering; one missing vampire wouldn’t hurt anything. The further away his grubby little hands were, the better.
The realization of how many people were in here touching our stuff dawned on me. Oh goodness, it was going to take days and lots of bleach to get rid of their germs. Yesterday I saw one of them touch the sliding glass door with his bare hand! Didn’t he know that would leave a smudge? It didn’t matter how long they’d been alive; men didn’t know manners. Well… every man besides my guys–I was incredibly biased.
Lucifer sat me down and stood up. “Because I said so,” he responded bluntly.
My dirty rotten mind liked the tone of authority in his voice. I bit back a grin as I eyed him. Okay Daddy…
Man, he really shouldn’t have made out with me like that. I was easily turned on, and he knew it. He devil.
Lucifer shot me a warning look quickly, and I looked away. Whoops?
Clarence ran his hand through his hair. “I still don’t understand why he’d leave so suddenly. It’s not like he knows anyone else; we’re all here.”
Lucifer looked bored as he shrugged.
“I think you’re brushing this off too easily,” Clarence mumbled as he left the kitchen.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Always so dramatic,” he sighed.
I giggled, remembering his rant about how much he hated being around the clans because it was too much ‘official clan talk.’ He really wanted nothing to do with it. “You’re not worried?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I have no reason to be. Gavin doesn’t have the capability to do anything.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Although, I wasn’t exactly sure what he was referring to. Quin explained to me a long time ago that they were all pretty much invincible. No one would go against them because they were too strong. As long as they weren’t worried, neither was I. I trusted them entirely.
“Good morning, Love.” Eugene walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my back into his torso. “You look stunning, as usual,” he kissed the top of my head.
I smiled at his charm. “Will you ever stop flirting with–”
“No,” he interrupted, making me laugh. Good, I loved it. He never failed to dazzle me with his gentlemanly romantics.
He pulled away from me, sitting on a stool and pulling me between his legs. “I heard you mention bracelets?” He looked intrigued.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “So that people know you’re mine,” I squeezed his hands in mine for emphasis.
“Would you like something from us? I’m getting tired of little boys throwing themselves at your feet,” he smirked.
“You’d make me a bracelet too?” I beamed up at him. I would love that! Anything they gave me was special, but it would be really cool if we all had matching love bracelets.
He breathed, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. “How would you feel about something more permanent?” He ran his thumb over my left hand. “Something better than bracelets?” He looked between my eyes. I’d only seen Eugene look nervous a handful of times, but this was one of them.
Oh goodness. Was he suggesting…
I cringed. “Eugene, I don’t know. No offense, but I don’t think I’d ever agree to that,” I tried to let him down easily.
He blinked slowly, his eyes widening with shock, as he turned to Lucifer and gave him a look. Lucifer also looked confused and very offended. “Elora, you better start thinking in full sentences,” he warned.
My shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want a tattoo. It’s not my thing,” I defended. Eugene said permanent, which led me to believe he wanted me to get their names tattooed on me or something. No way. I loved them, but no.
Lucifer turned around quickly, running his hand through his hair. Eugene visibly relaxed, his shoulders gently slouching. He let out a small relieved laugh. “I didn’t mean a tattoo, Love–you know what, never mind,” he winked. “It’ll be a surprise,” he grinned.
Huh? Were they getting tattoos? I was so lost. This gathering must really be exhausting him because I had no idea what he was rambling about. I nervously chuckled. “Yeah… maybe you should just hang out with us today,” I suggested, rubbing my hand up and down his arm. Poor Eugene.
His gaze landed on my hand. He pressed his lips together. “You know I would if I could. But not everyone can slack off like Lucifer,” he smirked at Lucifer.
Lucifer’s mouth turned up into a smug grin. “Jealous?”
Eugene turned to me, eyeing me up and down with a hungry look that made me blush. “Insanely.” He stood up with a sigh. “I like blue and green,” he suddenly announced.
I pushed my eyebrows together in concern. Okay…? Uh oh, he was losing it. I gave him a sheepish smile. “And I like pink and cream,” I slowly nodded, trying to be empathetic.
He chuckled. “For my bracelet, Elora,” he gave me a pointed look.
“Oh, right,” I let out a huff of air. Thank goodness, I was getting worried about him for a second. I crossed my arms across my tummy. “You know, you can’t blame me for thinking you lost your marbles for a second. You’re rambling about who knows what. Not to mention you’re thousands of years old; you’re probably due for a mental breakdown,” I said quickly.
Eugene and Lucifer gave each other another look before they laughed.
Maybe I was the slow one today? I felt like things were just flying over my head left and right.
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“Come on, it’s fun!” I nudged Lucifer again. I’d finished three bracelets, and he was still working on one. He wasn’t into this at all, and it was kind of funny. I told him he could make me one, so he worked on mine.
We were in my room, on my bed. Beads and plastic strings were all around us. I may have made a slight mess, but that was okay. I got to reorganize it once we were done. Everyone knew the best part of making a mess was cleaning up afterward.
He gave me a sharp look. “I don’t need a bracelet for everyone to know you’re mine,” he deadpanned.
I set my bracelet on the bed and climbed into his lap, straddling his waist. “So you’re not making me a bracelet?” I deadpanned.
He slowly looked down at my thighs, his big hands running up and down them. He shook his head, no. “Do you trust me?” He asked.
With my life. I nodded in response.
A satisfied yet dark shadow fell over his eyes. He flipped us over, hovering over me. He kissed my lips quickly before he moved to my cheek, chin, neck, the valley between my breasts, and my belly, where my top rode up until his lips were on my thighs. My body was burning, the anticipation making me squirm.
He lifted my skirt, leaving my thighs bare and my pink underwear covering me. His rough lips left wet trails as he kissed and licked my inner thigh.
Soft moans escaped my lips as I watched him, propping myself up on my elbows. “Daddy,” I whimpered as he licked my clit through my underwear.
I barely noticed him reach into his pocket, where he grabbed a small pocket knife.
He slightly pulled away from me, leaving my body aching for more. I watched him carefully–skeptically. He didn’t break eye contact with me as he pressed a button on the tool, and a sharp knife sprung out; the blade was only as big as my finger.
I tensed. “What are you doing?”
He somehow managed to look genuinely happy without breaking a smile. His eyes were gleaming with pleasure. “I told you, I don’t need a bracelet to let the world know you’re mine,” he started. He got an evil, delicious look in his eyes as he licked my thigh again. “My initial carved into your thigh will be perfectly clear.”
My lips parted, and a slight wave of fear shot through me. My body had surprised me a lot in the past few months. I’d been turned on by things that I shouldn’t have been. But this, this one, was probably the one I was most ashamed of. He threatened to cut me while looking happy about it… and I wanted him to.
“I–it won’t hurt too badly, will it?” I asked.
He grinned, placing the flat end of the blade against my thigh. The metal was cold against my skin, making my back arch. “It depends on how badly I want to hurt you, Kitten,” he rasped.
He turned the knife, the blade against my skin, but he didn’t press hard enough to puncture the skin. If Duke knew we were doing this, he’d be so angry, despite me being okay with it. “Don’t tell Duke,” I whispered.
He smirked at me before he shifted his hand, his eyes now focused on the blade against my skin. The tip of the knife gently pierced my thigh, and adrenaline flooded through me. It hurt, but something about it felt like ecstasy, and I found myself letting out a small moan.
My eyes were glued to him as he cut a thin, shallow line in my skin. He hummed in satisfaction as he cut another line, making an L in my skin. Lucifer looked at it for a few seconds, fascination obvious in his gaze.
It was small, no bigger than the pad of my thumb, and could be mistaken for a scratch at a 90° angle if someone didn’t know. But we’d always know, and I loved that.
A gentle stream of blood trickled out of the cut, and Lucifer moaned.
His eyes shifted to me as he licked the blood. He wrapped his lips around my mark and sucked. I moaned, feeling overwhelmed by all the new sensations.
After a few minutes of enjoying himself and sucking the small amount of blood from the shallow cut, he pulled away.
He pushed his eyebrows together, suddenly sitting up and looking at me. His confused expression was foreign to me.
His change of behavior threw me for a loop. “What?” I asked.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I can’t hear your thoughts or the mind- link,” he answered, but his voice sounded far off like he was speaking to himself.
I raised my eyebrows, not understanding. “Are you okay? I can text Dane,” I fixed my skirt, sitting beside him. Had this happened to him before? He didn’t seem alarmed, just confused.
His eyes roamed my face, blinking slowly. His body jolted backward as if he was about to fall back but caught himself.
Something was very wrong… Lucifer never acted like this. I stood up, grabbing his face. “Lucifer?” I questioned. “Tell me what’s going on, you’re freaking me out,” I said, my heart hammering.
A sudden look of realization flashed across his face. He stood up quickly but stumbled backward and fell on my bed. “Elo–get–” he looked panicked but couldn’t get the words out.
My heart dropped. What was wrong with him? My eyes welled with tears, panic taking over me. “It’ll be okay; I’m going to go get Dane,” I rushed out. He couldn’t move his body, he couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t even access his gift or their mind-link.
Giving him a quick once over, I made sure there were no wounds on him. I didn’t understand; this shouldn’t have been possible. Nothing happened! He was next to me the entire time; no one was remotely close to us.
Rushing to open my door, I didn’t care if I was breaking his rule. He needed help, and I didn’t care what stupid vampires I’d have to stumble over to get to one of my guys.
I gasped in relief, seeing a friendly face a few feet outside my door. “Anton, please come help,” I started, my voice shaking as I spoke.
He slowly looked up at me, then behind me into my room. “What happened?” He asked gently.
Leaving Lucifer alone was a bad idea. I could trust Anton to watch him while I got help. The last thing I wanted to do was yell. Lucifer was prideful, and I knew he wouldn’t want the clans to see him in his vulnerable condition.
I led Anton into my room. “I don’t know, he just collapsed–please just stay here and make sure no one hurts him,” I instructed, my mind racing with the worst possible scenarios.
Anton stood over my bed, looking down at Lucifer. He cocked an eyebrow. “He can’t move or speak?” He questioned; his voice was too calm for my liking.
Stopping in my tracks, my gaze locked on Anton as he stared at Lucifer.
I didn’t mention that he couldn’t speak…
My blood ran cold as I recalled a conversation I should have paid more attention to. There was nothing that could hurt a vampire except an herb. An herb that went extinct hundreds of years ago. Shortly after drinking my blood, this happened to Lucifer.
Anton hadn’t been bashful or shy yesterday as I’d thought. He’d been nervous.
The raspberry he made me contained that herb. He must have known Lucifer would drink from me. Why else would he have been outside my door?
Jason wasn’t growling at Duke; he was trying to protect me from Anton, who was standing behind him. He must have sensed that Anton posed a threat.
Lucifer wasn’t the one in danger—I was. It was a trap.
Anton turned slowly, his eyes meeting mine with unsettling confidence. “I did say my gift is almost useless,” he murmured, confirming my worst fears.
I tried to scream for help, but before I could make a sound, Anton was on me, covering my mouth and nose with his large hand. I thrashed, desperate to make any noise so someone would hear and come to my aid.
Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, my body trembling in his vile grasp, fighting to break free.
Lucifer’s eyes were filled with guilt and regret as he watched from where he lay. This wasn’t his fault…
My struggle proved futile; before I knew it, I was no longer in my room.
