Elora
The soothing sensation of Lucifer’s hand rubbing through my hair awakened me from a deep sleep. I wasn’t sure how I knew it was
him, but I did.
My body felt heavy with exhaustion. I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes as I cuddled further into his chest.
“Elora?” Dane whispered from somewhere in the room. I wanted to respond but couldn’t–I just wanted to sleep. “Is she awake?” He asked.
“Not quite,” Lucifer answered. “It’s strange–being able to feel her feelings. I know why she sleeps so much now,” he said thoughtfully.
“You can feel her exhaustion?” Theo added. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
“I can feel everything she can, just not physically. If she feels tired, I don’t, but I’m forced to empathize with her emotions–it’s difficult to describe.”
After several minutes of silence, I willed my eyes to open. Blinking a few times, I adjusted my eyes to the bright light that came in through the large, open windows. I quickly realized I was lying on top of Lucifer in the living room; his hands were still gently running through my hair.
Finally lifting my head, I gazed up at Lucifer. His jawline was well- defined and sharp. I liked it a lot. It made him look like a work of art, a sculpture. He was chiseled to absolute perfection.
His eyes shifted down to me with a tilt of his head. He didn’t say a word, but I was okay with that. With Lucifer, I didn’t feel like he ever had to say much–or anything to all–to get his point across.
Using my arms as leverage, I sat up. Once I was sitting on my own with my back against the sofa, another wave of heaviness fell over me. The room
spun for a second, and my head pulsed. “Woah,” I gasped, holding my head and blinking slowly. My body felt weird.
On the one hand, I felt relaxed and satisfied, especially in my girly parts. On the other, I was also freezing cold, and my body felt enervated.
I was still wearing my pink dress, with Felix’s white shirt from earlier over it. I squinted at my wrist, seeing two little puncture wounds. What were those? I touched one of the wounds and winced. That small amount of damage shouldn’t have been that tender.
My eyes wandered to my other wrist, seeing the same wounds on that one too.
I looked up at Lucifer, who watched me closely, studying my every move. “What are these?” I asked.
Lucifer glanced at my wrists and thigh before narrowing his eyes on me. “You know what they are.”
Looking down at my thigh with pinched eyebrows, I examined the marks again. I pulled the dress up a bit–remembering I was completely bare under the dress. My eyes rounded, seeing another set of puncture marks on my inner thigh. Though, the wounds looked redder and were much deeper than my wrists.
Quin, Eugene, and Dane. They bit me! My mouth dropped open in shock as I surveyed Lucifer again. I couldn’t believe it. They drank from me without even asking.
I guess it’d felt really good at the time, but I didn’t know if I was okay with them biting me. The wounds where they’d bitten me were sore. It was a sort of unspoken rule that had always been implied–that they weren’t allowed to drink from me. Especially at a time like that, when my mind was already foggy.
Is that why I felt so drained? Because they’d drank my blood?
Oh, I was mad. I was so incredibly furious.
Not only did they do that, but it wasn’t even an even number of bites. There were three sets of wounds. I hated the number three more than anything. What the heck.
Looking up, I saw Duke and Dane enter the living room. Duke gave me a bright smile. “Have a nice nap?” He asked.
Yes, but I wasn’t about to admit that.
My gaze shifted to Dane, and I couldn’t help but glare. Out of everyone, I would think he’d be the last to bite me. Honestly, I didn’t think any of
them would have. I was genuinely surprised that Dane, a doctor whose morals align slightly more with mine, would have done that.
Dane stopped walking, giving me a confused stare. “You look upset?” Well, no duh! I opened my mouth to complain, but I was quickly cut off. “I can make it even for you if you’d like,” Lucifer offered in my mind.
I widened my eyes at him, earning a sharp glance from him. Was he crazy? I didn’t want to be bitten again; that was the entire point I wanted to make. Yes, it was irritating that there were three bites instead of an even number, but I could live with that. I’d be lying if I wasn’t intrigued by the idea of having Lucifer’s hot mouth on me, though. “No… get out of my head,” I mumbled.
Dane was quickly in front of me, kneeling by the sofa. “What’s wrong, Angel?” He asked, his calm eyes locked with mine. Stupid, charming, devil… I was still mad at him no matter how ooh-la-la he was.
I glanced between his eyes before I sighed, holding my wrists out for him to examine. “You bit me,” I pouted.
He didn’t bother looking down at my wrists, probably knowing firsthand what they looked like. He slowly nodded, placing his hand on my knee. “And you’re not okay with that?” He concluded.
In what world would I be okay with that? “Not really, no.”
Duke looked guilty, but his eyebrows stayed knotted like he didn’t understand. “Why not?”
I shrugged. I wasn’t sure because it felt amazing. Now that I’d had time to think about it, it felt icky. “I’m not a snack,” I exclaimed.
Dane fought back a smirk. “Debatable, but we can argue that later,” he dismissed. I blushed, looking away from him. “How about this,” he started, “We won’t bite you again until you ask us to,” he decided.
Thinking his condition was silly, I lifted a brow at him. “I’ll never ask you to,” I stated matter of factly.
Dane sent Lucifer and Duke a knowing expression that I didn’t understand. He gave me a small smile. “Your cake is ready. Are you hungry?” He asked.
Remembering that it was still my birthday, my eyes rounded. I eagerly nodded. “Obviously!” When I stood up, my body pulsed quickly, and I felt my head become fuzzy. Dizziness consumed me as I stumbled. Dane promptly caught me in his arms before I hit the ground.
“Careful, you’ve lost so much blood,” Dane mumbled while remorse took over his features.
Dane walked me into the kitchen, where my giant four-tier chocolate cake awaited me on the counter. Yum! I smiled, seeing all my guys in the kitchen, standing around the counter, ready to wish me a happy birthday– everyone except Quin.
My smile faded as I pushed my eyebrows together. Something felt weird.
I leaned against the counter next to Felix and Theo, “When is Quin coming down?” I asked, hoping he was just upstairs.
Theo gave Felix a quick glance before he gave me a sorry-looking smile. “Sweetheart, Quin had to go into the office for the rest of the day,” he explained.
My shoulders slumped. “On my birthday?” I asked. This wasn’t right; they never worked on my birthday. I couldn’t possibly let them sing me happy birthday and eat cake without Quin. This was supposed to be my first birthday with all of them in years. I bit my lip as I thought. “Well, we can wait for him to come home, right?”
Theo looked around uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his head. His muscular bicep caught my eye as it bulged from his shirt. Yummy.
Duke wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest from behind. “I’m sorry, Baby. You’re going to have to have a slice with him tomorrow,” he said softly.
Nope, I didn’t like that. Quin made this cake for me like he did every year. It was special to me, and I would wait for him. I grabbed the glass cover and placed it over the cake. “No.”
Felix narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re saying no to sugar?”
I folded one of my arms across my middle. “It’s not right that he’s not here, so for now, yes,” I explained.
Lucifer pressed his lips together, seemingly disappointed, as he practically gawked at the cake. And Felix wanted to tease me about being a sweet tooth. No one could ever compete with Lucifer and his craving for all things sweet.
Eugene sighed, shaking his head. “You only asked for two things. A big ass cake and for all of us to be here,” he sounded upset as he gave everyone a calculating look.
They looked at one another, obviously doing that mind-link thing. Duke’s grip on me slightly tightened, and their cautious behavior had me putting the pieces together.
I remember them saying Quin’s name and telling him to stop; that must have been when he bit me. I didn’t think Eugene and Dane took much, and Quin must have found it difficult to stop. That was why I was so dizzy. It made the most sense, especially if I recall what had happened when I was a kid. He licked that knife and went crazy.
“Quin isn’t working, is he?” I asked solemnly.
Lucifer’s gaze shifted to me. He leaned against the counter, playing with his gold chain necklace. “No. He’s chained to the wall in the basement,” he deadpanned.
My mouth fell open, and my blood–or what was left of it–ran cold. I shouldn’t have asked any questions. I’d much rather believe that he was in some big office. Not chained to a wall like an animal… not my Quin. Guilt settled in my tummy. “Because of me?” I looked up at him with wide eyes.
Lucifer softly shook his head, kneeling in front of me. “No, Elora. Quin is down there because he’s choosing to be. He requested to be kept away till morning,” he explained, his big hand holding the back of my thigh.
Quin was punishing himself? I didn’t understand why he would do that. Did he think he’d hurt me if he didn’t lock himself up? I knew he wouldn’t. He obviously struggled with my blood, but I knew in my heart he would never hurt me.
Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at me, his demeanor changing from soothing to stern. “Now, be a good girl for me and eat your cake–”
“But Quin–”
“Quin ate something much more delicious than a cake. I promise he doesn’t mind,” he gave my thigh a quick slap, telling me not to argue.
I blushed, remembering how amazing Quin’s mouth felt on me. I guess if Quin really didn’t mind… I shyly looked away from Lucifer and at my wonderful cake. I smiled. “Okay, Luci, but you have to bring him a slice,” I compromised.
Felix chuckled, and I saw Theo casually cover his mouth, hiding a snicker.
Lucifer stood up, towering over me, an amused grin also on his lip. “Luci?” He repeated, the nickname sounding like poison on his tongue.
I nodded. It made him sound softer, I guess. ‘Lucifer’ was literally the devil’s name, and I’d never cared much for that. Luci was much cuter and way less intimidating.
He chuckled, his laugh low and threatening. I’d never heard him laugh! He firmly grabbed my cheeks, pulling my face close to his, making me stretch onto my tiptoes.
Duke let go of me, allowing Lucifer to pull me flush against him. I gasped as his lips roughly crashed onto mine. He controlled every aspect of the kiss, and I couldn’t have been happier.
His tongue parted my lips, and I blushed, beginning to feel hot again. I felt the eyes of my other guys watching, and that shockingly only made me wetter, not embarrassed.
Lucifer caught my tongue between his teeth and bit it–hard. I moaned against his mouth, feeling him suck and lick my tongue before he pulled away, leaving me a panting mess.
His face was an inch from mine as he watched me with bright red eyes, “If you ever call me Luci again, I’ll bite your tongue off,” he threatened in a sickly sweet voice.
His threat didn’t scare me; it made my stomach erupt with butterflies, which confused me. My heart hammered against my chest as I slowly nodded, feeling hazy from the kiss and lack of blood.
Lucifer stood to his full height, his hand that held my cheeks moved to touch my lips, “I prefer Daddy.”
The name suited him, and it made me smile. I’d do anything to make him happy, even if I did think it was a bit strange. “Okay, Daddy,” I said sweetly.
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“Elora! You’ve been asleep for ten hours. I’m kinda freaked out,” I heard Theo whisper, followed by my shoulder being tapped lightly.
Theo cuddled me to sleep last night after eating entirely too much cake– it was totally worth the belly ache.
In an attempt to wake myself, I stretched out my limbs, hitting my headboard with my closed fist on accident.
He let out a small breath. “That better not have been on purpose, Princess,” he mumbled.
Confused, I peeked my eyes open, noticing I’d punched his face. Oops? Covering my mouth with my hands didn’t help to stop my fit of giggles and laughs. It wasn’t on purpose, but he deserved it for waking me up.
We were in my bed; he was sitting up against the headboard, dressed in shorts and no shirt… I eyed his toned chest and torso, suddenly feeling much more awake. I was lying down by his waist; I wore just a pair of underwear and a tank top to bed, caring more about comfort than couture.
Theo smirked, his eyes full of love as he adoringly watched me laugh at him. “I can’t even jokingly be mad at you; you’re so goddamn cute,” he marveled, shifting and hovering over me. He began attacking my neck and face with huge, sloppy kisses.
I squirmed under him, laughing as his lips tickled me. “Theo!” I warned, but my giggles and huge smile weren’t convincing.
He held himself up with his arms, trapping me under him, “Is there a problem?” He teased.
I nodded, my stomach starting to hurt from laughing. “Y–yes! You’re tickling me,” I tried to block him with my hands.
Theo stopped his attack, hovering over me again. “Oh really?” He said slowly. He caressed my stomach, softly running his fingers along the waistband of my underwear. I tensed as his touch sent lightning bolts to my girly parts. He smirked. “Are you ticklish here too?” He asked innocently.
I nodded. “Uh-huh…” I looked between his hand and his handsome face. It was so early in the morning; surely he wouldn’t tantalize me with touch. My heart pounded against my chest, and I felt the familiar annoying wetness coat my underwear.
Theo slowly ran his hand across my hip and down to my thigh. His fingertips left trails of fire that made my skin burn with desire. My body flinched as he teased me; his touch was as light as a feather and everywhere except where I needed him most.
His eyes never left my face as he toyed with me. “What’s wrong, Princess?” He smirked. “Are you wet already? Just from this?” He taunted.
Averting my eyes away from him, I hid my blush. I bit my lip, not knowing how to defend myself. I couldn’t help it; it felt wonderful. Peeking
back at him, I watched him look my body up and down, a satisfied approval on his face.
“Don’t be mean, Theo. You like me this way,” I responded, noticing the obvious enjoyment he was getting out of my reactions.
His eyes shot back to mine, and he smiled, “I love you every way, but yes, teasing your little pussy is far too much fun.” He suddenly cupped the outside of my underwear with his hand, gently rubbing three of his fingers along them.
With a gasp, my head fell back onto my pillow. Instinctively, my hand reached for his wrist, not to stop him. I just wanted something to hold on to. I wasn’t sure why I kept doing that…
With his free hand, he swiftly gathered both my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Ah, ah, ah,” he shook his head at me. “We’re going to have to break that habit,” he said darkly, his voice sterner than it usually was.
With my arms above my head, my tank top rode up just under my breasts, exposing my middle. In this position, Theo had complete control over me; the thought of that made goosebumps cover my skin. “Sorry,” I said weakly through my panting.
His middle finger applied pressure to my clit, earning a hearty moan from me while my eyes fluttered shut.
“Not yet, you aren’t. Try that with Felix or Quin–then you’ll be sorry,” he informed.
I pushed my eyebrows together but didn’t question it. I couldn’t think of anything else except his fingers rubbing the outside of my underwear. “Theo, please,” I whimpered. My hips started rolling against his hand, my body desperately needing more.
He groaned, putting more pressure on my clit. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Look at you, so desperate, fucking yourself on my hand,” he chuckled, but it wasn’t his usual, playful laugh.
Opening my eyes, I immediately zoned in on his bright red eyes. He looked feral, like he hadn’t eaten in months. I moaned, sickly liking how dirty his words were. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I actually did. Even though it could be embarrassing, I craved it.
Theo stared at me as he ripped my underwear off of me, cold air hitting my hot core. I gasped. “Hey!” I pouted, remembering the same casualty of my underwear from the day before.
With a roll of his eyes, he leaned down and kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth in a second, exploring and toying with my own. He moaned into the kiss. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he dismissed.
I felt defenseless with my hands restrained as his large body kept my much smaller one in place. Melting into the kiss, I forgot about my aching core for a moment. His lips were soft and supple, making the kiss hot and sloppy.
His long finger ran along my slit, making me fidget with need. He flicked my clit with the tip of his finger before returning and teasing my little hole.
“God, I want to fuck you.”
My eyes rounded at the urgency in his tone. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that yet. I wanted to–I really wanted to. But I didn’t think it was the right time. I wanted all of my guys with me when that happened.
Theo pulled away from my lips, smirking down at my shocked expression. “Relax, Princess, today’s not the day,” he reassured.
I relaxed, relieved that he’d understood without me having to explain. “I like this, though,” I said quickly, worried he might stop.
He grinned. “Why so eager? I promised you we’d continue, as fun as it would be to stop now and leave you a fucking mess for the rest of the day; I don’t have that kind of control,” he cocked his eyebrow before I felt pressure against my entrance.
My mouth fell open as his finger slowly pushed into me. “Holy shi–” Biting down on my lip, I stopped myself. The intrusion was strange and uncomfortable, but it felt so good.
“Good girl, just relax for me,” he coaxed, pushing his finger in me until he was knuckle-deep. I whimpered, feeling a slight stretch. It wasn’t painful, just new and weird. His fingers were giant…
He watched me in a trance as he slowly rocked his finger in and out of me, making a wet sound as he did. I squirmed under him, not knowing what to do with myself. “Am I hurting you, Princess?” He asked.
Hurting? I shook my head, my heart swelling with love. His slow, teasing pace was killing me. “Faster,” I moaned, pushing my hips up, meeting his fingers’ movements.
He smirked, a devilish look in his bright eyes as he shook his head. “Careful what you wish for,” he warned.
I screamed as his finger pulled out of me and slammed back in over and over again. My whole body tensed, feeling an overwhelming pleasure deep inside me. My eyes welled with tears, and my vision blurred.
It almost hurt from how good it felt. But I never wanted it to end; I wanted this forever. His finger curled inside me, rubbing against my sensitive wall, and I saw stars. “Theo!” I cried, clenching around his finger.
A string of moans turned into screams as he continued thrusting his finger viciously into me. Tears ran down my face as he kept hitting the same delicious spot, elongating my orgasm and pushing me over the edge into oblivion.
After several more pumps, he pulled his finger out of me, making me shiver. His other hand released my wrists, and they dropped to my side.
Panting and exhausted, I watched him suck my juices off his finger. A delightful moan rumbled through his chest. “You taste so sweet,” he smirked at me.
I couldn’t even blush; I just stared at him. He was so hot, and it was hard to believe he was mine. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to my lips. I kissed him, tasting traces of myself and selfishly enjoying whatever I could get.
He smiled into the kiss before pulling away while adoringly looking down at me. “What was that for?” He asked.
“I just love you,” I responded with a shrug.
His eyes softened as he scooped me up into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Theo carried me into the bathroom and sat me on the counter before he started the shower.
He moved swiftly around my bathroom, placing a towel in the warmer and checking the water temperature. “Where’s everyone else?” I asked, thinking at least one of them would have walked in after hearing us.
Theo walked over to me. “They had stuff to do this morning; it’s just us here,” he explained. He lightly touched my elbows. “Lift.”
Lifting my arms, I allowed him to remove my shirt. With a sly smirk, his hands immediately cupped my underboob… He was way too happy about it for his own good.
I couldn’t help but giggle before swatting his hand away. “The shower, Theo…” I reminded him.
He looked back at me, snapping out of it. Putting his hands up in surrender, he gave me a pointed look as if he was about to tell me
something important. “You should walk around topless forever.”
I tilted my head at him. “No!” I laughed, crossing my arms over my boobs in an attempt to cover them.
With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around my waist and carried me into the shower. “It was worth a try,” he defended.
Standing under the warm water, the heat relaxed my muscles. “You’re not coming in?” I asked when he didn’t step in after me.
There was a pause as he seemed to ponder. “I’d love that, Princess. But not this time. I don’t think I can take much more,” he said softly, like he didn’t want to hurt my feelings.
Darn, I wanted him to come in with me. If he said no, that was okay. “Next time, right?” I bargained.
He laughed. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
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Boredom had slowly taken over my mind. It was still just Theo and me, the others hadn’t returned home yet, and it was almost evening.
For the entire day, we watched movies. I made him alphabetically organize their hundreds of records (which I’d wanted to do for years), and we dusted every single nook and cranny of our huge house. We also labeled everything in the kitchen. It was my first time using the label maker Quin had gifted me for my birthday. I had a really fun day, but Theo did not.
He never complained once, though. But I could tell none of those things interested him in the least. I was beyond satisfied; I never had time to fix the things that bothered me before. I was lucky to have had time off and someone to help me. I was delighted.
Theo and I were in the library. I was lying on the floor with my feet up on the wall, looking at ancient pictures and paintings of old men. Theo sat against the wall, looking at a book he randomly grabbed.
“Theo?” I started.
He slowly turned to look at me. “You’re not going to ask to organize the books, are you?” He practically begged.
“No,” I assured with a laugh. I pointed up at the pictures. “Who are those people?” I asked. I’d lived here all my life and never questioned why we had strangers’ photos displayed on the wall.
Theo turned and looked up at the pictures. “You’d have to ask Felix. I never much cared for politics or men who thought they were important,” he shrugged.
“Hm,” I thought. There was not a single picture of us anywhere. The library was the only room in the house with photographs and paintings; they were all strangers. “Do you think Felix would be mad if we took them down?” I asked.
Theo smirked, probably intrigued at the idea of getting under Felix’s skin. “Maybe. Why?”
Grinning at him, I sat up. “We should put up pictures of us, you know.
Not these creepy-looking old dudes,” I thought.
“Hey,” he warned with a chuckle. He stood up and jumped several feet in the air, making it look effortless as he grabbed one of the smaller paintings. He sat back down by me and handed me the frame. “Not all of them are creepy-looking old guys.”
I pushed my eyebrows together, looking at the incredibly old painting. It was of seven men, all dressed in strange clothes and funny hair, that looked straight out of a 1700s movie. I questioningly eyed Theo, unsure of what he wanted me to do with this.
He laughed. “That’s us, like a few thousand years ago or something,” he shook his head.
“What?!” I looked again, noticing some similarities now. Wow, they looked much different in this painting. They were dressed horribly. “You’re so old,” I teased with a laugh. “You all look so angry,” I noticed.
He nodded. “There’s a lot about us that you don’t know, Princess. For a long time, our status defined us. We were better than everyone else, and we weren’t humble about it,” he explained.
I kept looking at the painting, wishing I could have known them forever. It was hard for me to accept that there were aspects of their long lives that I would never know. I smiled. “I can’t imagine you being anything but nice,” I said honestly.
The sound of the front door opening broke us from the conversation. Excitement whirled within me; they were finally home! Theo stood up,
reaching his hand out for me to take. I set the painting down and grabbed his hand. He smiled. “I wish I could see the good in everyone like you,”
“It’s a gift,” I said smugly, pulling him through the house until I saw all my other guys standing by the foyer. I’d missed them so much, and it had only been a day.
Letting go of Theo, I flung myself at Quin, still feeling bad that he punished himself over something that wasn’t that big of a deal. Kind of…
“Did you like the cake?” I asked, looking up at him.
Wrapping his arms around my back, he gently swayed me. “I should be asking you that. It’s your cake,” he softly chuckled.
I beamed up at him. “Oh, I loved it, overate, felt sick, gained like a hundred pounds, regular birthday stuff. You know?” I joked.
He let go of me, and my back was pulled into Felix’s hard chest. “We did try to warn you, Baby–”
“I’m a garbage disposal when it comes to sweets,” I deadpanned. They could warn me all they wanted, I’d accepted that my addiction to all things sweet and sugary would never go away.
Eugene let out a small laugh. “What did you two do all day?” He questioned, taking a seat next to Lucifer on the sofa.
I stood on top of Felix’s feet as he walked goofily into the living room, walking for the both of us. With a smile, I watched our feet move. This is fun! “I put him to work,” I answered absentmindedly.
Eugene raised his eyebrows, “Is that code for something, love?”
Theo shook his head, plopping down across from him. “No, she actually made me her personal maid for the day,” he cringed. He pressed his lips together and smirked. “After she took a joyride on my finger,” he smugly added.
My head snapped in his direction while a dark blush crept up my neck. He couldn’t be selling me out like that! Theo’s admittance had them all smirking at me. Dang it, Theo! I puffed my cheeks, looking down at our feet, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
Felix’s hand wrapped itself around my throat, lifting my head up. My neck was stretched, so I was looking straight up at him. “You’d best be getting over your shyness, Baby. It won’t help you,” he advised with a devilish smirk.
My eyes rounded as I stared at him. The firm grip he held on my neck sent butterflies throughout my body. He was right, though, if I was going to
have all of them–and I would–I was going to have to be more comfortable in my own skin. Yeah… right.
Felix’s hold on me loosened, and I looked forward again. Eugene looked like he had a secret that he was dying to tell someone. After knowing him forever, he was a dead giveaway when he learned about a scandal or something he shouldn’t have. He smirked at me. “Speaking of shyness, I got you a surprise today,” he said.
I loved surprises! I wiggled out of Felix’s hold and plopped down next to him and Lucifer. “Do I get it now? What is it–give me a hint,” I rambled, my thoughts and excitement moving too fast for my mouth to catch up.
Eugene chuckled while nodding his head. “Sure, it’s in the bag by the door,” he informed.
I got a few steps away from him before Dane grabbed my wrist. Turning to him, I was ready to complain that he was keeping me from my present. I quickly stopped, seeing him eyeing the front window cautiously. Nerves took over my excitement, seeing the rest of them watching the same window with looks of uncertainty on their faces. What was happening?
“Are they invited?” Dane asked into the open air.
Who? Looking out the window, I saw nothing but our long driveway.
They must have heard or smelled something I couldn’t.
“No,” Felix answered sharply. “Elora, go to your room,” he ordered.
My feet moved on their own accord, but Duke quickly wrapped his arm around my waist. “Stay with us, Baby,” he countered Felix’s order. Pushing my eyebrows together, I looked between the two. Felix gave Duke a warning glare, making me avert my eyes. He didn’t even look at me, and I felt intimidated. Duke tightened his hold on me. “The safest place for her is here with us,” he said firmly.
Safest? My heart started racing, remembering Elliot and Jonas. Was someone here to hurt me again? I didn’t want to go through anything similar to that–I couldn’t do that again.
“Elora, come here,” Lucifer called, patting his thigh.
Duke let go, and I quickly sat on Lucifer’s lap, burying my back into his chest as he tightly wrapped his arms around me. “Calm down, they’re old friends of ours,” he explained in his low whisper. The calmness in his tone relaxed me.
“Friends that I’m not safe around?” I stressed.
“He didn’t say they’re good friends,” Quin said boredly. Honestly, they didn’t look scared at all; they just seemed surprised. Maybe the reason they were worried was because whoever was visiting was unexpected. No other vampires have ever visited here. I’ve never known others–I didn’t want to.
Lucifer put his hand on my lap, and I started twiddling with his rings. “Do you truly believe anyone’s stupid enough to try and hurt you with us around?” Lucifer spoke into my mind.
No, I didn’t. But there were many stupid people in this world, so says Eugene.
I watched Felix go to the door and open it. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” He asked casually.
Two men, clearly vampires with dark red eyes, stepped in. They were both wearing jeans and t-shirts, dressed casually. “Felix, it’s been far too long,” the one with dark hair greeted.
A creeping feeling of deja vu crept up my spine. I knew I’d never seen that man before, but there was a feeling of familiarity I couldn’t shake.
Felix narrowed his eyes at them. “I don’t like repeating myself, Zion.
Cut the shit. Why are you and Gavin here.”
Zion walked further into the living room, surveying everyone. His eyes landed on me, and I quickly looked down at Lucifer’s hand, trying to look busy with playing with his rings.
“We’ve come to warn you,” Gavin spoke, and I peeked up at him. “It’s no secret that your clan has pissed off many rogues,” he continued as he leaned against a wall.
“We know about the rogues. Two of them have already attacked,” Eugene dismissed.
Jeez, they were all acting so serious. I prefer them all lovey-dovey and sweet like they usually are.
Zion cocked an eyebrow. “Gavin and I have heard rumors that rogues are planning to overthrow you,” he explained.
Quin chuckled, “Overthrow? They couldn’t if they tried; surely they must know that,” he rolled his eyes, still looking bored.
Zion shrugged. “I agree,” his eyes shifted to me. “Unless they have the right leverage,” he smiled at me. “It seems you boys have taken in a pet,” he grinned at them.
Pet? Excuse me; I think not. Who even was this guy?
Lucifer softly stroked my side with his hand that I wasn’t playing with. “Don’t react, Kitten. They’re trying to get a reaction out of one of us–”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Theo glared at Zion.
I felt Lucifer sigh behind me. Of course, it would be Theo–he’d never had a filter.
Gavin put his hands up in surrender. “We mean no harm, Theodore. You’ve helped us out of sticky situations, consider this warning our repayment.”
“If that’s all, you may leave,” Dane gave them both a cold stare. Even Dane was on edge with them here. I didn’t think they were friends at all. They must just know each other.
Zion eyed me. “You’re really willing to risk dozens of rogues coming after you all for a silly little human?” He thought.
Felix chuckled, but there was no humor in the sound. “Another word, and I’ll let her pick how you die. We’ll see how silly she gets then,” he threatened, venom dripping from each word.
I tensed, my heart hammering against my chest. I hoped Felix wasn’t serious; I could never be responsible for something like that.
Zion and Gavin looked between the eight of us, realization dawning in their eyes. “I see,” Gavin said calmly, pushing himself off the wall. He seemed to be the less intimidating of the two.
Zion followed suit and started towards the front door. “We’ll be in touch if you need anything,” he waved bye sarcastically at everyone. “Nice to meet you, Elora,” he replied smugly.
No one said my name…
“He’s trying to scare you. He heard us say it earlier. Vampire hearing, Kitten,” Lucifer ran his hand soothingly through my hair.
I sighed in relief. Vampires were scary. Well, all except mine.
“Don’t count on it,” Felix closed the door behind them, and I turned to look out the window, watching them run off.
Duke looked annoyed as he crossed his arms. “What reason could they possibly have to show up here? We’re the best at what we do; they must know that we’re aware of the rogues,” he thought.
Eugene eyed me, “We’ll discuss this later,” he said firmly but gave me a comforting smile shortly after.
Remembering my surprise, I lifted my eyebrows. “Now that the creeps are gone, may I have my surprise?” I begged.
Eugene stood up and grabbed the small black bag before handing it to me, looking much too satisfied with himself. Oh, this was gonna be good!
Reaching into the bag, I pulled out a… metal wine bottle cork thing? It was small and shaped like a teardrop, with a thin part that connected to a pink gem. I had no idea what it was. Eugene wouldn’t have gotten me a wine stopper, I didn’t drink.
I cocked my eyebrow at it, glancing at Eugene, who was smirking. “Thanks for the…” I turned it around a few times, desperately trying to figure out what it was. “I have no idea what this is–”
“Eugene!” Duke called out, sounding offended. He quickly grabbed the thing out of my hand and threw it back in the bag.
I glanced around, seeing Dane holding his head in his hands, shaking his head. Felix was still by the front door, watching everyone closely. Quin was smirking, sending Eugene a look of approval. Theo laughed hysterically, walking out of the room and mumbling about my reaction. Duke was mortified for some reason. Lucifer was calm as ever, but he did seem intrigued. Eugene was still way too happy with himself.
Eugene shrugged at Duke. “What?” He questioned innocently. “If we’re going to fit, we need to start stretch–”
Duke gave him a wild look. With how Duke acted, I was a little scared for Eugene. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he warned, pointing a finger at him.
I was beyond confused, but I couldn’t believe that Duke had taken my surprise away. I didn’t know what it was, but Eugene got it for me, so it was automatically special. “Hey, that’s mine,” I reached for the bag.
Duke held it out of my reach, closing his eyes and taking a breath, looking like he was in shock. “No, Baby, I’ll get you something better; you don’t want this,” he said quickly.
I thought for a few seconds. “Do I finally get the candy bar?” I asked hopefully. He keeps teasing me with it. I kept seeing it in his pocket every once in a while, but he hadn’t given it to me yet.
Duke knitted his eyebrows. “This is the fifth time you’ve mentioned a candy bar–what candy bar?” He asked. He sounded so shaken up by Eugene’s gift.
Lucifer let out a small, breathy laugh from behind me.
“The one you keep carrying in your pocket. I keep waiting for you to give it to me, but it’s obviously a king-size one, so you’re bad at hiding it,”
I said in a duh tone.
Eugene
She looked beyond confused between the butt plug I got her and confusing Duke’s dick for a candy bar. She has always been worryingly naïve and innocent. Watching her, with the most adorable pout on her face, made my dick hard. All the new things we were going to teach her and all the ways we were going to ruin her were constantly running through my mind.
I grabbed the bag back from Duke, seeing him still too dumbfounded to care. He was horrified that I got her a butt plug, and I knew he would be. He somehow wanted to keep her innocent and fuck her brains out simultaneously. He was going to have the most difficulty adjusting to this.
It needed to happen because at least one of us would fuck her perfect little ass. She needed to be used to something down there, or it was not going to be enjoyable for her–and I wasn’t about to let that happen.
“She’s confused out of her mind. Someone explain before I do,” Lucifer announced through the mind-link.
I held out the plug to her, so she could look at it again. “This is a butt plug, Love,” I started.
She looked down at it suspiciously. “A what?” She squeaked, clearly scared of it.
Duke sent me a furious look behind her, shaking his head at me. He was horrified that I got his baby a butt plug. I knew he would try and scold me later, trying to convince himself he didn’t want to fuck her there. The only person he was fooling was himself and probably Elora. He would thank me later.
I pointed to the pear-shaped knob. “This goes in your ass. It’s meant to help stretch you out, so when–if,” I corrected, not wanting her to feel like she had to do anything. “Something goes up there, it won’t be uncomfortable,” I explained.
She blushed a deep crimson, her expression mimicking Duke’s. She opened her mouth to object, but Lucifer was quick to speak. “It would make us very happy if you tried it, Kitten,” he coaxed.
She relaxed against him, glancing at the plug. “I do like pink…” she agreed shyly.
Lucifer spent a week in her head and suddenly was the best person to talk her down. To be fair, he was speaking directly to her obvious praise kink.
She’d always been a people-pleaser, going above and beyond in academics and sports. But with us, she was almost too easily manipulated. She’d do anything to make us happy, which I personally loved. But it was a thin line we had to be careful not to cross. I fear that one day she might be too shy to tell us if something bothered or made her uncomfortable. Luckily, with Lucifer taking a permanent residence in her mind, he would know.
She truly was such a good girl; I made sure to tell her frequently. She’d never go out of her way to do something that would intentionally upset or defy us. She was naturally submissive, which was perfect for us. I knew Felix was looking for any reason to spank her.
Felix and Quin are straight-up sadists, and they’d love nothing more than to throw her around for a few hours.
Despite her adorable personality and soft skin–I had a sneaking suspicion she’d happily take any punishment they determined necessary. Fuck, she called Lucifer Daddy, loved any kind of sexual attention we gave her, and got drenched when we said dirty things to her. She was just as kinky as we were; she couldn’t hide that from me.
She bit her lip, looking up at me with big blue eyes. “But not today, right?” She asked, hinting that she wasn’t ready for that.
I grabbed her tiny hand. “Whenever you want to, Love,” I assured.
She relaxed against Lucifer again, resting her head on his shoulder, looking at Duke expectantly. I smirked at him, eager to see how Mr. Proper himself was going to explain a boner to his baby.
Due to her playing sports and being a member of many school clubs, she often missed her last class of the day. Unfortunately for everyone here– that class was health. If I could go back in time to when she asked if she could join as many extracurriculars as she wanted to, I would have told her no. Not only did she miss out on basic, common knowledge any nineteen- year-old should know–like what a boner is–she also exhausted herself. Dane, Theo, Quin, and I all knew she busied herself with erasing Duke’s memory from her mind. At the time, with her crying every day, we would have agreed to anything she could distract herself with.
Elora was brilliant–I made sure of that over the years. School and education had always been something I valued, and I passed on that value to her at a young age. When she needed help with an assignment, I jumped in to explain things and help her before Theo or–God forbid–Felix could. She was sensitive, and yelling at her would never work. With that being said, trying to explain new things to a child, preteen, and even teenager was a difficult task.
She was academically advanced but incredibly laughable when it came to sex, drugs, alcohol, or anything else one would learn in a health class. It was the one thing I’d failed to ensure she was educated in.
Duke cleared his throat while straightening his posture. “It’s not a candy bar,” he started. Elora pouted, and I almost let out a laugh. Such a sweet girl. He sighed, obviously unhappy that he had to explain it to her. “When you’re turned on, you get wet; that’s how most women show arousal,” he continued.
I pushed my eyebrows together, finding this route interesting. I’d just tell her she makes my dick hard and offer her a feel. He was so flustered I almost felt bad for the man. Outside of the bedroom, he’d never been good at this kind of stuff. Once in bed with a woman, he was incredibly vocal–a completely different person.
Elora blushed, “Okay?”
“When a man is turned on, his penis gets hard,” he explained. “That’s what you saw,” he finished.
Theo sarcastically clapped his hands. “Atta boy!”
Duke shot him a harsh look, and Theo left the room with a smirk. He just couldn’t help himself.
Elora pressed her lips together. “Oh,” she looked deep in thought. “So, you think I’m hot, huh?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at him playfully.
I smiled, watching her attempts to lighten the mood and ease his stress.
Duke smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do,” he gave her a pointed look before he followed Quin into the kitchen. Probably to pour himself a drink.
Elora giggled after he left, softly shaking her head. Lucifer turned on
Gone with the Wind, and soon everyone did their own thing.
Halfway through the movie, Elora fell asleep in Lucifer’s arms. She’d always been a tired person, but even more so when she was about to get her period. As vampires, we were able to tell days before she started bleeding.
Her hormones changed, and she smelled slightly different. I’d say her period was the most challenging part about living with her.
It has gotten easier over the years, but the constant smell of blood around her for a few days a month was unnerving. Quin was out of the house as much as possible during her three days.
Now that we’ve been intimate with her, I think it was going to be much more complex. At least for me, it would be. She smells so fucking sweet as it is, throwing blood into the mix; that was a recipe for disaster.
I thought about Zion and Gavin. Their visit wasn’t to warn us about rogues. One of us could single-handedly fight off any wolves that attempted to invade. There was a reason we were the ones who got sent to mediate whenever there were attacks. We were the best at what we did, and any wolf who even thought of attacking must be suicidal.
“Do you think they came here to see Elora?” I asked Lucifer.
He glanced at me. “It’s more believable than assuming we’re ignorant to the rogues,” he agreed.
“What would they gain from it? I doubt either of them would be working with rogues, it’s not in their nature,” I thought.
“We shouldn’t rule it out. Their visit had more than one intention, that much is clear,” he looked down at Elora, softly touching her stomach where her shirt rolled up.
Elora
Snapping my eyes open, I felt the familiar pain in my side that could only mean one thing. Crap, this again. Every month…
As I rolled out of bed, I noticed Dane wasn’t next to me where I’d clearly left him. What a lousy cuddler. I was going to have to train him. I sleep, and he holds me–it was really not that difficult. If Theo could do it, anyone could. That man didn’t understand sleep in the slightest, and he was incredibly impatient.
Entering my bathroom, I was happy to see that I’d caught it before any blood hit my underwear. After I’d cleaned myself up, I glanced at myself in the mirror.
Oh yuck, three in the morning was not a good look for me. My hair was wild, my crop top stretched sideways with a strap hanging off my shoulder, my eyes were red from tiredness, and a scowl sat upon my face–but at least my booty looked cute in these shorts.
With a blanket wrapped around myself, I began walking to find Dane. Annoyance rested heavily in my mind. I didn’t exactly know what I was doing–but I knew that I had gone to bed with him, and he left me. That was a no-no. I had a thing about people leaving me, he knew that.
Groggily walking through the house, I found myself at the top of the stairs. Felix was waiting at the bottom for me with a gentle expression. “What’s wrong, Baby?” He asked. He must have heard me coming.
Not really in the mood to talk, I responded with a halfhearted shrug. I suddenly felt like crying but pushed the feeling down. I’d always been a crybaby but never liked crying in front of Felix. It was just my hormones all out of whack. “Where’s Dane?” I asked softly.
He wrapped his arms around my blanket-covered body. “He got called into the hospital; a kid needed emergency surgery,” he explained.
Oh. I suppose that was okay. As far as excuses go, that was a pretty good one. I still didn’t like being alone, though. After being spooned to sleep last week, I couldn’t go back to sleep without one of them.
Duke walked out of the kitchen, and his gaze immediately landed on me. “You look tired, Baby. Go back to bed,” he ordered.
With knitted eyebrows, I watched Quin walk across the living room quickly, heading to the front door. He opened it and walked out swiftly,
looking like he was on a mission. His leaving in haste was no surprise to me at this point. I wasn’t the only one who was extra sensitive around this time of the month. I always pretended I didn’t notice his strange behavior. It was easier than admitting he had a hard time controlling himself.
I nodded, agreeing with Duke.
“Come with me?” I asked Felix with a soft smile, relishing the comfort of his arms. It felt so cozy, like we should stay like this forever.
Felix lifted me effortlessly, his hands gently supporting me. “You never need to ask, Sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and nestled my head on his shoulder. As we climbed the winding steps, I smiled at Duke. “I love you, Duke,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Goodnight, Baby.”
