Elora
W
andering about the manor, I feared I was about to lose my mind from boredom. It had been a week of house arrest, and I couldn’t
take it anymore. I wanted to go back to school and have something to do. I wasn’t meant for laziness and spontaneity. I missed my routine and my days being planned out and structured.
My guys have done an excellent job at doing things with me to keep me busy this past week, but today was a different story. Eugene cuddled me to sleep last night but left as dawn broke.
They were all busy with work, werewolves, or other vampires–which I was okay with. I knew I couldn’t take up all their time; that wouldn’t be fair.
To start my day, I pulled out all my clothes from my closet just to put them back exactly how they were, just so I would have something to do. I’d done everything I wanted to do and more. I was really going to go crazy.
Looking at my feet, I walked down one of the many long halls, walking heel to toe, counting how many steps it took to get from one wall to another. I was dressed in thigh-high white socks and an oversized sweater. My hair was tangled from scrubbing all the trimming throughout the house.
Half an hour later, my feet led me in front of Felix’s office. I needed to measure in there too. My game would be incomplete if I didn’t do every room (excluding the bedrooms).
Trusting my luck, I bit my lip and softly knocked. “Felix,” I whispered, knowing he could hear me. I really didn’t want to bug any of them, I knew they were busy. I’d purposely stayed away, so they would get their work done sooner; then, the rest of their time would belong to me.
“Come in,” he called.
I entered his office, closing the door quietly behind me, seeing he was on the phone. He was sitting behind his desk, wearing black slacks and a white button-down with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Holding the phone to his ear, his other hand controlled a computer mouse.
He was so yummy, it hurt.
Felix watched me as I put my heel against the wall and started walking again. I blinked up at him, faintly smiling as I counted the steps.
Unfortunately, getting from one side of his office to the other didn’t take very long. I didn’t want to leave… Sadly, this was the most attention I’d gotten all day long. I really was spoiled.
I lingered around one of his bookshelves for a few minutes, listening to him talk about things I didn’t quite understand over the phone. I just wanted to be around him, there was no harm in that, especially if I didn’t bother him.
Eyeing the chair on the other side of his desk, I moved to sit in it. Why shouldn’t I? I sat in the chair, my knees to my chest, watching him work.
Admiring the way his jaw moved when he talked, I lost myself in daydreams. His jaw was very prominent and strong. He also had a good stubble on his cheeks, which I personally prefer on him. He looked good with a bit of facial hair.
After a few minutes, he finally hung up the phone and gave me an amused grin. “Yes, Baby?” He asked.
I shrugged, hoping the gesture assured him I was simply there to observe. “Nothing! Can I stay in here? I’m dying of boredom, and you’re all busy,” I explained, proud of myself that it didn’t come out as a pout.
He clicked a few things on his computer before pulling out his chair. “Come here,” he tilted his head.
Practically pouncing in his lap, I wrapped my legs around him and looked up at him through my eyelashes.
Woah deja-vu.
“I was wondering why you’ve been so quiet. I expected you to come in here much earlier,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I don’t want to bother you; I know you’re busy.”
He ran his hand through my hair. “You’re not a bother,” he assured. I didn’t know about that, I was feeling particularly clingy lately. Maybe because I’d been starved of attention. He glanced at his computer, and I looked too, seeing dozens of unread emails marked as urgent. Ugh.
I looked up at him. “I just remembered I have another room to measure,” I lied, not wanting to keep him from his work.
He gave me a pointed look. “I heard you walk through every room in this house–every room that you know about,” he mumbled the last part.
Wondering what room I’d never been in, I pushed my brows together and came up short. I knew every single nook and cranny of this place…
He absentmindedly ran his hands up my thighs. “This is strike one.
Don’t lie to us, Elora,” he warned.
I widened my eyes. It wasn’t a bad lie; I just didn’t want him to fall behind because of me. “What happens if I get three?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Baby, you only get two strikes. Then you’ll be punished,” he smirked, sounding wickedly happy.
Not liking the sound of that, I shrunk in his arms. I don’t like that he was so happy with the idea of punishment, either. I pushed my eyebrows together, looking away from him, feeling nervous. “Why only two? I thought everything is ‘three strikes, and you’re out,’” I asked.
“Because you’re just too good,” he dismissed. He glanced at some files on his desk before looking at me happily. “Would you like to help me with something, Baby?” He offered.
Finally feeling useful, I beamed up at him. “Yes! I can do anything–just not hard stuff, you shouldn’t trust me with serious paperwork. Wait, I don’t want to mess anything up, probably not,” my train of thought rambled. The more I thought about it, the more intimidated I felt. Their business was serious, and I didn’t want to be the one to mess it up.
He chuckled, placing a small kiss against my lips. “I just want you to give these to Lucifer, Dane, and Duke,” he glanced at the files.
Oh. “I can do that!” I nodded. It gave me an excuse to go see them. I knew they could run down here, or Felix could deliver them himself with vampire speed. He gave me a task, and I was beyond grateful.
He wrote each of their names on a sticky note and put them on the corresponding folders. I stood up and grabbed them, excited to finally do something slightly productive. “Thanks, Felix!” I called over my shoulder as I walked out.
The kitchen was my first stop, knowing Dane would be sitting in his usual spot at the counter.
I smiled when I saw him typing away at his laptop with papers spread all over the counter. I sat on the stool next to him, earning a smile from him
while he still looked at his computer.
“Special delivery, Doc,” I wiggled the folder in my hand.
He finished whatever he was typing and turned to me. “Felix shouldn’t have,” he joked. He took the folder and tossed it on the counter with the other files. “He sent you all for me?” He teased.
I smiled. “Uh-huh, and I come with free kisses and cuddles,” I flirted.
He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes, “Get over here then,” he pushed his chair back, similar to how Felix had earlier.
Climbing into his lap, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his perfect lips.
He smiled against my lips, kissing me gently. His hands rested on my ass, cupping my cheeks under my sweater. He was an ass guy, for sure.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, still smiling at me, “Well, I must say, this is the best business interaction I’ve ever had,” he playfully patted my bottom.
I laughed. “It better be.” I grabbed the two other folders and slid off his lap. “I’d love to stay, Doc, but I’ve got other deliveries to make.”
He sarcastically rolled his eyes. “Yes, it looks like you got your work cut out for you, Angel,” he looked back at his computer for a second. He sighed, turning back to me and tapping his lips, “One for the road.”
I stood on my toes and kissed him before I skipped out of the kitchen, Duke’s room being my next destination.
I didn’t bother knocking; it was Duke, and he didn’t care. I opened his door and plopped on his bed next to him, careful not to touch any of the folders he had sprawled everywhere.
He smiled at me, watching me as I climbed onto his lap. “I’m here for your break,” I explained.
His windows were open, letting the bright light and fresh air into the room, but it was always cozy. I’d always loved Duke’s room. It was bright and happy, just like he was.
“Oh? Is this you telling me I need one?” He asked.
I nodded, “Yup, there’s also a folder thingy, but that’s not as important,” I handed him the folder with his name on it.
He placed the folder neatly on his bed, wrapping his arms around me and lying back on his pillows. I smiled, lying flush against his chest. “Look at you, being so helpful. Such a good Baby,” he cooed.
I cuddled further into him, feeling him run his big hand up and down my back. This was more like it–I wasn’t meant to be alone for so many hours. I wanted to be coddled and babied, and most of all, I wanted their undivided attention forever. That wasn’t too much to ask for.
“What happened to your hair?” He asked.
I sat up, straddling his waist. I ran my hands through it a few times, blushing. “Oh, I guess it got messed up throughout the day. I cleaned a lot,” I explained.
He gave me a pointed look. “You know I don’t like it when you clean.
We can do all the housework.”
I shrugged. “But I like to clean. It’s satisfying.”
He sat up and opened his bedside drawer. The contents of it puzzled me. A hairbrush, a brand new pack of hair ties, and a tube of clear-looking lotion that was still sealed.
Choosing not to question it, I watched as he grabbed the brush. “Turn around, let me fix your lion’s mane,” he joked.
Obliging with a smile, I turned around, putting my head back, so he could brush it better. I’d always loved when he did my hair; it felt lovely. “What are you all so swamped with, Duke? You’re all drowning in emails and paperwork,” I asked. They were usually not this overworked.
He brushed my hair and began braiding it. “We had a lot of things happen at once. About thirty different deliveries were made, a whole shipment of supplies suddenly disappeared, and for some reason, we can’t track it, among many other boring things,” he halfheartedly explained.
I wouldn’t want to talk about work either if that was the only thing I’d done all day long. “I’m sorry you’re so busy,” I said genuinely. “But hey, you have me to distract you for a while,” I tried to change the subject.
He finished braiding my hair, and I turned to look at him. He nodded. “Yes, you are quite distracting. Did Felix want us to get any work done?” He pushed his eyebrows together.
I giggled as he pulled me to him by my waist, wrapping his arm around my lower back and pressing gentle kisses to my neck.
Trying not to get hot and bothered, I tilted my head to the side, knowing I still had to give Lucifer his file, and I planned on visiting Eugene, Quin, and Theo too. I thought they all deserved a break, even if it was a short one. I didn’t want to start something I knew I couldn’t finish, as much as I might want to.
Shivers ran down my spine as his tongue softly grazed my ear.
Pulling away and rising onto my knees, I held the back of his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. He moved his lips with mine, his tongue quickly licking my bottom lip. Immediately, I opened my mouth for him.
He moaned as he took my mouth, desperately sucking my tongue and biting my lips. I whimpered, squeezing my legs together.
Duke’s phone rang loudly, making me jump. He rolled his eyes, glaring at it. Of course, it would ring right as things got interesting. Stupid work.
He gave me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Baby, break time is over,” he said regretfully.
At least I got a little sexy time, I was happy with that. “That’s okay, the other guys need breaks, too,” I explained.
He softly put his head back. “Now that I’ve got you all warmed up, I have to send you off?” He groaned. He sighed before smirking. “Life has been cruel today.”
“I can always come back,” I teased.
“I’ll see you at dinner, Baby,” he softly chuckled, but I heard the strain against his words.
Grabbing Lucifer’s folder, I walked to his door. “I love you,” I waved over my shoulder.
His eyes followed me as I left. “I love you,” he responded.
Many spare rooms were passed before I stood outside of Lucifer’s room. I knocked before entering, on the off chance he didn’t read my mind or hear me coming.
Closing the door behind me, I saw him on the phone, standing by his closed window. He wore dark ripped jeans and a black hoodie with the hood up.
As to not disturb him, I slowly made my way over to his bed and sat on the edge, where I patiently waited for him to be done.
My posture stiffened at the intensity of the conversation he was having. His voice was always low, barely above a whisper; he was obviously angry at whatever unlucky person was on the other end.
His piercing gaze landed on me, greedily eyeing me for a few seconds. I noticed his gaze lingering on my thighs but didn’t get too caught up in it.
He curled his finger at me, beckoning me to him. I stood up and walked up to him. Still on the phone, he wrapped his arm under my bottom and lifted me onto his hip.
Wrapping my legs and arms around him, I felt an all too familiar blush creep to my face. The familiar tingles rippled from his body to mine. He paced his room, scolding the person on the other end.
Several minutes passed by as he held me. “Do your fucking job, or I will. If I have to follow up on the missing shipment again, you’ll lose much more than your job. Get it done,” he threatened almost too calmly before ending the call.
The only light in his dark room was the sliver of daylight that came through the closed curtain, making him look sexily scary.
I nervously pulled my lip between my teeth. “I brought you a file,” I announced.
He glanced at the folder, seeming more interested in me. Good. He walked towards his bed before he dropped me on it. I giggled, bouncing a few times. I’d never known he had a water bed. Weird, they didn’t sleep…
“You look like you need to be fucked with these on,” he said lowly while running his hands up my thighs.
My words caught in my throat, and I could only gasp. I thought they were cute and warm. “You like them?” I asked.
“I do.” Lucifer touched the bottom of my sweater. “Take this off,” he ordered.
My cheeks became hot, and I widened my eyes at him. “I–it’s cold,” I quickly thought of an excuse.
“I’ll warm you up,” he promised with a smirk. “Now, take it off before I rip it off of you,” he threatened.
Not wanting yet another piece of clothing ruined because they sucked at gently removing them, I nodded.
I grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it over my head, quickly holding it against my bra-covered chest, feeling shy. I looked anywhere but his eyes, unable to match his intensity.
He hummed a disapproving tone. “Move your hands, Kitten.”
I hesitated before I placed my sweater to the side. I sucked in a breath, wrapping my arms around my torso. I felt way too exposed–which was strange because Eugene and Duke had spread my legs while Lucifer watched.
There was something intimidating about being alone with him when I was wearing only a pink bra, underwear, and white thigh-high socks. And he was fully dressed.
Lucifer gently grabbed my hands, pulling them away from my body. His eyes hungrily took me in, even half-naked, I noticed his gaze lingering on the thigh-highs a bit longer.
My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I watched him. He let go of my hands, and they fell to my sides. His body brushed against mine as he leaned down. His hood shifted, making his face more intimidating as it darkened his features. His lips trailed against my neck, leaving soft kisses. I whimpered as his hands cupped my breasts.
“Let’s play a game, Kitten.” “A game?”
Lucifer hummed against my neck. “Yes.”
Chills shot down my spine, and I shivered. “What kind of game?” I whispered.
He lifted himself from my neck, boxing me under him with his arms. Deep red eyes, melting like crimson gold, stared down at me. “Since this will be our first time playing, I’ll only give myself five minutes. If you moan, I win. If you don’t, you win,” he explained in his usual low tone.
The implications made me blush. I sounded like a winner either way? I was confused. “What does the winner get?”
He smirked, “Anything they want.”
Anything? That sounded awfully vague. I glanced at his cabinet with all his cherished goodies. “So if I win, and I told you you had to stop eating sugary stuff for a month, you’d have to?” I emphasized. For Lucifer, that’d be a cruel thing to do, and I would never. But it was a good example.
A quick flicker of pain flashed through his eyes as he glanced at the cabinet before he looked back down at me. “Yes.” He sat back onto his calves, grabbing me behind my knees before pulling me flush against him.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked down at where my underwear brushed against his jeans. My cheeks were stained red at the closeness.
Running his hands along the socks, he gripped the skin of my thigh where they ended. “And if I won and told you to show up to dinner wearing nothing but these socks and your panties, you’d have to,” he shot back.
I immediately shook my head. No way! It wasn’t worth it. Was he crazy? First of all, that sounded unsanitary; we would be eating. Second, that would not end well for me. He was playing devil’s advocate!
Now that I thought of it, Lucifer had been, more or less, stirring the pot since he got back–with his innuendo comments and his voice in my head. Now with his new game, which I really wanted to win for personal reasons– “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. Stupid, hot, devil mind reader. That’s
not fair. Then again, Lucifer had never been one to play fair.
Okay, if I literally kept my lips pressed together the whole time, I would win. I mean, it couldn’t be that hard. I was only worried that he’d go past my underwear. My period ended last night and was no longer off-limits. Thinking of all the fun things I could make him do made winning very tempting. I have a pink dress that would look great on him!
Still, I was really nervous about him winning. Lucifer could be cruel, even if it was in the best way. I bit my lip. “If you win–and I’m not saying you will,” I quickly defended. “You won’t be too mean, right, Daddy?” I asked, using my new magic word that tended to get me whatever I wanted.
He gave my thigh a harsh slap. “We’ll see.”
With a gasp, I watched him step off the bed. Okay, that worked much
better on Felix.
I stayed propped up on my elbows, following him with my eyes as he grabbed things around the room. Under his bed, he got some kind of chain… I tensed as I inspected the heavy metal.
He stood at the end of his bed, grabbing a clip that was connected to the frame. He attached it to a chain that had a leather cuff at the end. I watched closely as he did the same to each corner, my confusion rising.
Before I could comprehend anything, he gently strapped one of my wrists in one of the cuffs. Wait–
I looked at the other three cuffs. He was chaining me to his bed. I wouldn’t be able to move. I turned to Lucifer. “Wait, this isn’t what I agreed,” I panicked.
Effortlessly cuffing my other wrist, he smirked, his cold fingers playing with the clasp on my bra. It was one of the ones with a clasp in the front. I always thought they were easier to put on… Now I regretted wearing it. It was too easy to take off.
In a swift movement, he freed my breasts, and each cup of the bra loosely fell to my sides. I tried to cover myself, but the restraints wouldn’t allow my hands to budge.
Lucifer softly cupped my underboob, and a satisfied look of approval consumed his ghostly features. His eyes flickered up at me. “This is the
game, Kitten,” he said.
This was so not good.
He cuffed both my ankles, leaving me a helpless starfish, unable to move or touch him. This was so wrong. Not nearly as wrong as my girly parts throbbing because of it, though. I was a dirty little sicko, greedy for anything they could do to me.
Lucifer stood at the end of his bed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took me in. He pulled out his phone and did something on it for a few seconds. Turning it around, he showed me a timer set for five minutes.
My courage began to lessen as I swallowed my nerves. I didn’t know I’d be tied down, unable to do anything with my hands. The position he had me in alone was almost enough to make me moan.
Willpower, Elora! I just had to stay calm. Who was I kidding? I was utterly screwed.
He slowly walked to my side, the back of his index knuckle brushing against my cheek. “Nothing’s too tight?” He whispered.
There was some wiggle room when I moved my hands and ankles, but no chance of me breaking free. I shook my head, “No… but if you want to take them off, you can,” I tried.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Or I could keep you here all night,” he retorted.
I tensed. Well, okay then, I couldn’t manipulate him in the slightest. If I pulled an inch, he threatened a mile. I should just do whatever he told me to do, and maybe I would get out of this with my dignity.
I huffed. “Did you start the timer?” I asked, ready to get this over with. He held up his phone, showing four minutes and ten seconds remaining.
He already started it?! He wasted a minute talking to me, why would he have done that? I mean, who cared? I was a whole, unearned minute closer to winning.
Lucifer climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over my own again. His hood and jet-black hair fell just above his eyebrows. Rough fingertips brushed against my lower stomach, sending the worst tingles between my thighs.
My hips jerked upwards like they had a mind of their own. I took a deep breath, looking up at him.
His hands ran up my torso until he softly kneaded my breasts. I gasped at the unfamiliar feeling, my chest rising and falling quickly.
Lucifer’s gaze shifted from my chest to my face. “I don’t need more than a few seconds to make you moan, Kitten,” he smirked.
I pushed my eyebrows together. That wasn’t true. I think I was doing pretty well. Under normal circumstances, I would have definitely moaned by now.
He pinched one of my nipples, and I clamped my lips, and my eyes shut so I wouldn’t make a sound. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it did sting in a way that made my stomach clench.
I heard him hum in approval. “You’re so sensitive,” he practically moaned. “I can’t wait to overstimulate this little pussy,” he slapped the outside of my panties harshly, the thin fabric did nothing to lessen the blow. My whole body flinched as I moaned. The chains made a loud sound as
I squirmed beneath him. His hand stayed firm on the outside of my underwear, teasingly rubbing me.
My eyes were clouded as I blinked up at him, seeing a devilish smirk playing on his lips. No! I lost! How could I have lost with only a couple more minutes left?! I was so close… I couldn’t help it, though; it just came out.
“Awe, was that too much for you?” He teased with a chuckle. I blushed, unable to meet his eyes. His middle finger softly stroked the divot in my panties that my lips made. I could feel my wetness as his finger softly tilted toward my hole. “You lost, Kitten,” he whispered against my neck.
I tried to close my legs, but the restraints just made another loud clang. It was really hard to feel disappointed in myself when his hand was between my legs. I bit my lip, trying to think of something to defend my apparent neediness. “You cheated. You never said I’d be tied down.”
Cold air kissed me as Lucifer moved my underwear to the side. I sucked in a breath, feeling his middle and index fingers stroke my slit, coating them in my juices.
Casually, like he wasn’t touching me, he shrugged. “Should I give you another chance?” He asked lowly as his lips brushed against my breast.
I nodded, really not wanting him to win.
He lifted his head and gave me a stern look. “Be a good girl and ask nicely, Kitten.”
I widened my eyes, not wanting to ruin my chances of a second chance. “Please let me try aga–”
Lucifer wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides of it. I squeaked as he slipped the same two fingers he was rubbing my pussy with over my tongue.
Crimson bloomed over my skin, and I coughed at the sudden intrusion. I was overwhelmed by the intense feeling of his hand cutting off my circulation, combined with the strange taste of me on his fingers.
“Awe, Baby, are you trying to say something?” He chuckled.
I pouted up at him with my eyes, but wetness practically waterfalled out of me. He was cruel. And I adored him for it.
He gently pumped his fingers inside my mouth. “Lick your fucking cum off my fingers like a good little slut. Then I’ll let you beg me for a second chance,” he growled.
With my lips wrapped around his fingers, I moaned again, feeling my girly parts throb. I happily sucked on his fingers, licking my wetness off of him. His eyes turned bright red as he watched his fingers pump in and out of my mouth.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and loosened his grip around my throat. I sighed, taking a breath. I glanced at the timer, seeing I had just over a minute left. “Please, Daddy,” I started begging. “Let me try again–ah!” Without warning, his middle finger roughly plunged into me.
The chains clanked together as I flinched. His finger was buried in me up to his knuckle, and I found my hips moving on their own accord.
He cocked a dark eyebrow at me. “What’s wrong, Kitten?” He asked with false sympathy. “Beg,” he ordered.
Tears welled in my eyes at how badly I wanted him to move his finger. I loved having something inside me; it felt like ecstasy. I panted. “Please–” he pulled his finger all the way out and harshly pounded it into me several times. I screamed, feeling a slight sting at the roughness. My eyes glossed over, no longer caring about the game. He won, and I didn’t care anymore.
His finger repeatedly slammed into me, making a wet, clapping noise, but it was drowned out by my moans. He was hitting something deep inside me, making everything else in the world seem irrelevant.
He squeezed my throat again, and tears fell down my cheeks. Not letting up on his pumping, he leaned down and kissed me. Much to my surprise, the kiss was soft and gentle.
I came instantly as his lips touched mine, the tenderness pushing me over the edge. I cried out against his lips, but he kept plunging his finger
into me.
He gently removed his finger from me, and my thighs shuddered at the emptiness.
His lips kept moving against mine, gently sucking and nipping my lips and tongue. He released my throat, honestly, much to my dismay. His hands trailed up my arms until they were at my wrists, where he skillfully released them.
I instantly wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me.
A low moan escaped his lips as I felt him grind against me. I gasped, feeling how hard he was. I could feel him on my girly parts and my inner thigh… he was big.
I tried to wrap my legs around his waist, but they were still tied down. Lucifer didn’t seem to mind, though, as he gently kneaded my breasts. His fingers gently pinched my nipples, causing me to arch my back as I moaned into his mouth.
Once again, I found myself painfully throbbing down there. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of this…
With a painful-sounding moan and a harsh nip to my tongue, he reluctantly pulled away from me. I pouted, not wanting to stop. “Daddy,” I blinked up at him through glossy eyes.
He reached behind him and freed my ankles. I instantly closed my legs after he moved my underwear back into place.
His eyes looked clouded as he sent me a warning glance. “Don’t tempt me, Kitten. If we don’t stop now, I’ll fuck you stupid,” he husked out.
I blushed as he gently clasped my bra again and put my sweater back on. How could he be so rough and degrading yet gentle and loving simultaneously? I didn’t care as long as he never stopped.
He scooped me into his arms, lying on his bed with me on top of him. I smiled, nuzzling into his neck. I wasn’t super tired, but I was a little exhausted. This was perfect.
My eyes rounded as I peered up at him. “I lost…” In response, he smirked, rubbing my thighs. “What are you going to make me do?”
His gaze shifted from the ceiling to me. “I didn’t say I would pick today,” he taunted.
Oh crap. The reward was redeemable at any time? I just hoped he wouldn’t be too mean when he decided to use it.
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Lucifer set me down in front of Eugene’s door after insisting on carrying me here. We cuddled for a long time, and I almost fell asleep. But then I remembered I still had to give my other guys their work breaks.
Ready to give Eugene all my love, I put my hand on the knob, but a thought crept into my head. I looked up at Lucifer. “You love me, right?” I asked.
He looked between my eyes for several seconds, a confused expression taking over his face. He just never said it out loud, and I was awful at reading him.
He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a familiar-looking key. It was the key that unlocked his goodie cabinet, but newer. He held it out to me, and I cheesed like a crazy person, taking it from him.
He did love me. I opened Eugene’s door and stepped in. “I love you too!” I giggled. I saw the beginning of a smile on his lips before he turned down the hall and returned to his own room.
Arms wrapped around my stomach, lifting me up off the ground. “My turn,” Eugene chuckled, carrying me further into his room.
I smiled. “You know I couldn’t forget about you, slaving away up here,” I joked.
He tossed me onto his bed, giving me a pointed look. “I thought Lucifer wasn’t going to let you out of his bed,” he teased.
I blushed. “You heard that?” I forgot all about their vampire hearing. It was kind of embarrassing, but I also liked it. Since when did embarrassment turn me on?
Eugene sat next to me, pulling me on top of him, making me straddle him. He nodded, an evident playfulness in his eyes. “Of course. I’m pretty sure Theo jerked off to it,” he cocked an eyebrow.
“I don’t know what that means,” I shrugged.
He pressed his lips together and smiled. “Shocker,” he said sarcastically. “Ask him,” he dismissed.
His back leaned against his headboard, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his disheveled blond hair. It was curly and fell loosely at his ears. “I like your hair like this,” I complimented, rubbing my hands through it. He usually has it up in a small bun, but I liked the messy look.
He smiled. “You don’t have to flirt with me, love. I’m all yours,” he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me until we were chest to chest. “Kiss me. I’ve heard amazing things about your lips,” he joked but looked down at my lips with a desperate longing.
I giggled, gently placing my lips against his. I gently kissed him, instantly feeling thousands of delightful sparks. In unison, we pulled each other closer, me by my waist and him by his neck.
As per usual, I opened my mouth for him, practically asking him to take control. Something I’d realized about myself since our sexy time had started, I didn’t want any control. It was strange for me because I usually liked to be in control. I had to have things my way, or it bothered me. But letting my guys take over my mind and body, I preferred it. I trusted them more than anyone else, which was probably why letting go was so easy.
I liked letting go for a while and not having to worry about anything.
Eugene kissed me for what felt like forever, slowly. If his firm grip was any sign, he was definitely enjoying himself.
I didn’t think my skimpy underwear could take any more today. They were still drenched from Lucifer when I got here. Now, I felt it seeping onto my thigh.
Slowly, I felt something grow under me and poke my ass. I smiled, thinking of how strange their things were. Like, the thought of them makes my mouth water, but it was also weird that they had a whole body part that inflates and deflates like a balloon. Specifically, the kind that you can twist and bend to make an animal.
Eugene pulled away, a soft smile on his lips. “What’s so funny?” He asked.
“Nothing,” I dismissed with a shake of my head. I couldn’t really tell him I was comparing his manly ding-a-ling to a balloon, could I?
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Tell me,” he coaxed, his hand gently rubbing up and down my back.
With a sigh, I gave him a mischievous grin. “I don’t know, it’s just
weird,” I quickly glanced down between us, gesturing to his thing.
He knitted his brows. “What? My dick?” He chuckled. I nodded.
He rolled his eyes. “You wear that outfit, kiss me like that, with your pussy literally dripping onto my shorts, and expect me not to get hard?” He gave me a pointed look.
Without thinking, I placed my hand over his thin shorts, wanting to feel him. Eugene flinched gently, a deep groan escaping his lips. “Elora,” he warned.
A smirk played on my lips as I eyed him. “Hm?”
My hand traced the imprint in his shorts, feeling how long he was. It wasn’t like a balloon, it was firmer than that. I couldn’t quite wrap my hand all the way around it, but maybe it was because of the extra layers of his shorts and underwear?
He watched me closely. “What do you think you’re doing, Love?” He asked.
“I wanted to touch it,” I explained with an innocent shrug.
He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone rang before any words left his lips. “Fucking hell,” he rolled his eyes.
Reluctantly, I hopped off him so he could finish some work. “See you at dinner!” I giggled.
“Yes, you will…” he mumbled, giving me an uneasy feeling. Had I done something wrong? I was just teasing him. Oh well!
I skipped to Theo’s room and opened the door, seeing him with a stack of papers next to him. Despite the copious amount of paperwork, he had a game controller in his hands.
With a smile, he lifted his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet about his little shenanigans. He wasn’t actually working?
Closing his door, I sat next to him on the floor. “They’re gonna kill you,” I smirked.
He gave me a pointed look. “They don’t trust me enough to handle this shit anyways,” he whispered.
He wrapped his arm around me, still playing some muted racing game. “Theo, they’re drowning in paperwork–”
“Quiet Princess, I’ve been getting away with this for years,” he assured.
As I straddled his lap, I’d also successfully blocked his view of the game. He smiled at me, putting the controller down. “If you lecture me, I’m going to get a boner. And if I get a boner again, you’re going to be the one to fix it. So choose wisely,” he smirked.
I slouched in his lap. Well, there went my lecture about how he should have been helping them. He wasn’t lazy, he was actually really smart. A few years back, I discovered that Theo had three master’s degrees and, a few decades ago, owned his own law firm where he worked as an attorney. Of course, Theo would have had a career where he got to argue… Now, I think he didn’t want to deal with talking to people on the phone, hence his laziness.
In challenge, I raised an eyebrow at him. “You get no kisses,” I whispered, getting off his lap.
He scoffed. “Elora, you better sit your little ass back down,” he snapped his fingers and pointed to his lap.
“No.” I crossed my arms while laughing. “I’m here to give you a break, but you clearly don’t need one from all the hard work you’re doing,” I shot. He stood up, towering over me. “Watch the attitude, Princess, or I’ll tell
Felix you earned strike two,” he threatened.
My eyes rounded. He wanted to play it like that, huh? “And I’ll tell Felix you’re not helping,” I whispered my threat.
With a sigh, he crossed his arms in defeat. “Well played,” he complimented. “How about we forget Felix, kiss and make up?” He smirked.
I tried not to smile at him. Clever devil. I grabbed a folder off his stack. “I’ll kiss you if you promise to do… whatever is in this folder,” I bargained.
He glanced at the folder before cringing. “Can you pick a different folder?” He asked.
“Nope. No folder; no smooch,” I retorted with a shake of my head.
He chuckled, taking a few long strides toward me, closing the distance between us. He grabbed the folder from me and wrapped his arms around my lower back. “You’re lucky I love you,” he dipped me backward, kissing me passionately.
I giggled at my upside-down state, wrapping my arms around his neck, moving my lips against his.
He placed me back on my feet. “Totally worth it,” he smugly chirped. “Chop chop!” I clapped, walking out the door.
By the time I got to Quin, I was really exhausted. Being passed around to all my guys like this was a lot of work. I loved it, but I was tired.
After gently knocking on his door, I entered his room. He was sitting at his desk while talking on the phone. He smiled, tilted his head at me, and beckoned me to his lap.
Sat on his thighs, I cuddled into his chest. “Awe, Doll, did they wear you out?” He chuckled. Quickly after he spoke, he glared at the phone in his hand. “Do you really think I’m fucking speaking to you? Dumbass,” he snapped.
Despite feeling sorry for the poor man on the other end, I laughed. I rested my head against his shoulder. “Be nice.”
He pulled the phone away from his ear, setting it down on the table while still on the call. Even at a distance, his heightened hearing allowed him to clearly comprehend the speaker on the line. Reaching behind him, he grabbed a blanket out of a basket. Draping it over me, he placed a comforting kiss against my lips.
