Elora
“W
ould you still love me if I was an eel?” I asked Quin as he carried me down the stairs. He’d just woken me up, and I had
dreamt about eels and how gross they were.
Quin looked down at me, his eyes wide and his eyebrows pushed together. He was carrying me to the kitchen so he could start making dinner. “That’s a ridiculous question,” he dismissed.
I gave him a pointed look, insulted that he wouldn’t like me if I was a fish–or whatever species eels were. “You wouldn’t love me just because I’d be an eel? That’s kinda selfish… I’d still love you,” I pouted.
Deeply sighing, he rolled his eyes. “What am I supposed to do? Keep you in a tank–”
Shoving him away from me, I gasped–although I had no intention of getting down. I loved being carried, I got to touch his shoulders and back while he thought I was just holding on for ‘support.’ Nope, I just liked his delicious muscles. “You’d get rid of me if I turned into an eel?” I deadpanned. What was wrong with him?
He stopped walking as we entered the kitchen. He gave me a stern look that made me stop complaining immediately. “If you turned into an eel, I’d cook you. You’d make a nice filet, don’t you think, Doll?” He smirked.
My mouth dropped open in shock. No, he did not.
He won, and I didn’t want to ask him a hypothetical question ever again. Cook me… I’ll cook him.
He sat me down on the counter in my usual corner as he started moving around the kitchen, collecting ingredients.
“What are you making?”
“What do you want?” He retorted.
I always wanted pasta, but Lucifer didn’t like pasta, so that was out the window. “Hm,” I thought. “Tacos?” I suggested. Quin had been working all day, and I didn’t want him to make some elaborate dinner. Tacos were easy. I smiled, “I can chop the veggies,” I offered.
“Can you be trusted with a knife?” He joked.
Could he? I bit my tongue but smirked.
As soon as the snarky comment came into my mind, I felt Lucifer’s presence intensify. “I won’t count that as a strike because you were so good for me earlier.” I tensed at the warning. “None of us know that you know about that,” he informed.
I pressed my lips together, worried he might tell them I saw Quin that day. Quin obviously had issues with my blood for some reason, but that day was different. I knew he would have hurt me if Eugene and Felix didn’t stop him. Duke tried so hard to distract me but overlooked the reflection. I’d hate for Quin to figure out that I saw and be embarrassed. He was very prideful, and that was a major moment of weakness. I was more than sure he was ashamed.
Although it was terrifying to see him like that, I’d never blamed or thought any less of him for it. We all had our vices, some more deadly than others.
“It’ll be our secret,” Lucifer promised, ending my inner turmoil.
Quin grabbed a few vegetables and placed them on a cutting board to my side. He handed me a knife, and I started chopping away. Quin began cooking the beef, looking extra yummy with a spatula in his hand.
I widened my eyes at myself and looked back down at my masterpiece of slaughtered veggies. Was it normal for me to feel this way so often? I mean, I thought I had my fill with Lucifer earlier. Then Eugene started me back up like I had a hidden switch they knew about. And now Quin innocently cooking–minding his own business–got me hot.
How much did one girl need in a single day? Dang, I have issues.
Quin smiled down at my sloppily chopped vegetables. “Very nice, almost too pretty to eat,” he grabbed the cutting board, knife, and veggies, sorting them into their organized pile.
I grinned, always loving when I got compliments. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through social media to find cute outfits while he cooked.
A bit later, my other guys finally poured into the kitchen. Theo stopped by and kissed me before he went to sit at the table with the others. They
spent a few minutes discussing their business and how much today had sucked.
Continuing to scroll, I looked at cute outfits that I wanted. I saved Eugene’s debit card number, and I usually just ordered online whenever I wanted something. I always asked him, and he always told me the same thing, ‘Stop asking.’ I loved those little chats. Perks of them being literal billionaires, I guess.
Feeling eyes on me, I looked over the top of my phone.
Duke was staring straight at me, a far-off look in his eyes. He wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t exactly look mad or upset. I shot him a small smile, but he didn’t react at all–it was as if he didn’t see me.
I cocked an eyebrow, watching his eyes slowly fall to my chest, stomach, thighs, legs, and back up again. Wow–he was really spacing.
He was sitting, facing me with his arms folded on the table. He looked a bit intimidating, but he was so out of it I didn’t think it was purposeful.
I looked back at my phone but could only focus on his eyes burning a hole through me. My skin became hot again, and I peeked up at Duke, seeing him still staring at me with a dark look in his red eyes.
Shifting my glance back to the phone, I bit my lip. I really couldn’t handle him looking at me like that. Messing with Duke and teasing him had always been one of my favorite things to do. He got flustered and broke so easily.
After what he said in the bathroom, I didn’t know if toying with him was such a good idea, though. I glanced up at him again, noticing his gaze on my thighs.
Slowly looking back at my phone, I decided I would mess with him– just a little. I slowly spread my legs, knowing he would have a clear view of my underwear.
After a few seconds, I looked up at him again. He shifted in his chair, so he was leaning back, his legs spread and his arms loosely on the armrests. His lips parted, making him look ravenous. Happy with myself, I smirked. What has gotten into him?
In my peripheral vision, I saw Quin do a double take. I turned to look at him, hoping that I wasn’t caught.
He looked between Duke and me before narrowing his eyes at me. “I know what you’re doing,” he warned.
“Looking at my phone?”
Quin tilted his head to the side and chuckled. “Lie again,” he commented, but it sounded like a threat.
I mean, I was looking at my phone. I just so happened to spread my legs to flash Duke. What was the issue? “I’m on my phone,” I said innocently.
Quin’s lips turned up into a dark smirk. “You’re going to regret that, Doll,” he glanced at Felix, and they shared a knowing look. Felix smirked at me, sending a shiver down my spine. That couldn’t be good.
I pressed my lips together, not liking the look they shared. What did he mean? I looked back at Duke, only to realize that his eyes were already staring at me, now looking much sharper. Uh oh.
After hopping down from the counter, I walked over to the table. I took a safe seat next to Theo and Dane. Duke looked absolutely feral, and Quin had threatened me, so I was just going to leave everyone alone and be as good as possible so they would forget anything I said or did.
I saw Dane switch between a few different applications on his phone, still working.
Theo smiled at me, resting his arm around the back of my chair. He was playing some game on his phone, but it didn’t really catch my interest until he switched to a different app.
Wait…
I squinted at his screen, only catching glimpses of his background.
No way.
I gasped, realizing his background was a very topless photo of me, chained to Lucifer’s bed from earlier. I blushed. “Theo?!” I scolded, in shock. When did Lucifer even take a picture?
His gaze quickly shot down to me. “Yeah?” He sounded confused.
Gesturing to his phone with wide eyes, I scoffed. “Your background,” I deadpanned.
He chuckled. “Like it?” He teased, minimizing his apps and showing the raunchy photo of me.
I quickly tried to snatch his phone out of his hands, but he held it out of my reach. “No!” Oh goodness, I was a pornstar!
Lucifer coughed, choking on whatever he was drinking. It looked like apple juice, but it was probably some fancy bourbon. He quickly composed himself, though his amused grin made me glare at him. “You,” I warned. “It’s not funny,” I pouted.
He took a naughty picture of me and probably sent it to all of them. I wasn’t mad, only because I knew they wouldn’t show anyone else, obviously. I honestly looked kinda good in the photo, but that was beside the point! It was mortifying.
Lucifer just smirked. “You looked pretty.”
I saw Eugene nod out of the corner of my eye. He did send it to them all… jeez. I ran my hands down my face, the redness in my cheeks never fading.
Theo chuckled. “Wait till she finds out the folders were empty,” he smirked down at me.
Huh? I turned and looked at the folder that I had delivered to Dane earlier. It was still sitting in the pile just where he’d left it. No way–why would Felix do that? I mean, I definitely didn’t mind spending time with each of them.
I stood up and walked over to the folder, opening it.
Empty.
So… I didn’t help.
I stared at the folder, my brain starting to buzz in a familiar annoying way. Felix sent me away, maybe because I was being annoying. And to make it worse, I delivered three stupid empty folders. When I thought they actually had content in them that would help Dane, Duke, and Lucifer do their job, that was acceptable because it was productive and helpful. But it didn’t mean anything. He even put sticky notes on them!
Three folders. Three sticky notes. I hated it–what was the point? He could have just told me to give them breaks without the folders. I didn’t need an excuse.
Trying to calm myself down, I took a breath, knowing I was being ridiculous. It wasn’t that serious, and Felix didn’t mean anything by it. But my brain was going to explode.
A plate was suddenly placed on top of the folder. Two tacos and six slices of cucumber on it. I looked up at Quin, seeing him give me a small smile. “Help me pass the plates out?” He asked.
My shoulders relaxed as I counted the even number of foods on the plate again.
“We can get our own–” Felix started but was cut off by Quin.
“Felix,” Quin snapped, sending him a stern look, followed by the far-off look they get when communicating through their mind-link.
I wanted to help. The plates were nice and even, and I’d actually be doing something useful–Oh. I blinked up at Quin, my heart swelling with adoration for the vampire. He somehow always knew whenever my OCPD was flaring up. He was honestly the best one at helping me deal with it, too.
He raised his eyebrows at me. “Better?”
I nodded, grabbing the plates and delivering them to each of my guys.
We all sat around the table, the guys having small talk about work still. I glanced up at Theo, remembering I never asked him what Eugene told me to. “Theo?”
He smiled down at me. “Yes, Princess?” “What’s jerking off?”
Everyone suddenly stopped talking, their heads turning and staring me down. I pushed my eyebrows together, confused. Eugene placed his fist over his mouth, hiding his laughs as he stared at Theo.
Dane’s jaw slacked. “Elora,” he sounded surprised like I asked for a cigarette or something.
Theo blinked once slowly, like he couldn’t believe what I had just asked. He narrowed his eyes, looking around the table, his gaze settling on Eugene, who was barely keeping his composure. Theo shook his head but laughed. “Oh, fuck you,” he rolled his eyes.
Eugene shrugged. “Answer her question.”
Theo returned the shrug. “Happily,” he shot him a challenging look.
I was getting the vibe that it might have been a naughty or possibly vulgar thing.
Theo turned to me. “Would you like a visual demonstration?” He asked. I almost nodded but wasn’t sure if that would be a good idea.
Duke narrowed his eyes at Theo. “An explanation will suffice.”
Peeking at Duke, I saw his frustration still evident. What was wrong with him right now? He’d been acting funny since he got down here.
Theo rolled his eyes. “Killjoy,” he mumbled. He gave me a chipper smile. “Jerking off is what guys do to get off,” he grabbed the salt shaker. “See, we grab our dicks like this,” he held it in one fist. “And go ham,” he smugly shook the salt over his plate, looking around at everyone. “Any other questions?”
Oh. I widened my eyes. So, Theo got off to the sound of Lucifer and me earlier… interesting. I guess hearing any of them moan would turn me on, too; it made sense.
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Happily fed, I wandered about the manor trying to find Duke. After we’d eaten, everyone disbursed again. Most of them were watching TV, done working for the day.
I was just worried about Duke; he was acting strange and grumpy. Earlier, he seemed perfectly fine. I wondered if something ticked him off while working.
Entering the library, I saw him sitting on one of the sofas with an unopened book in his lap.
Padding up to him, I moved the book and sat on his thighs, my legs resting across his lap and the couch. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, playing with his hair. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He gently ran his hands up my back. “Just a long day, Baby,” he obviously lied.
“Can I help?” I asked. I’d never liked when any of them were upset.
Duke’s eyes kept switching from dark red to bright red as he stared at me. I fidgeted at his unfamiliar, intense gaze. I wish I’d known what he was thinking. Was this about what I did at dinner? I didn’t mean to upset him; I just wanted to tease him. “Duke?” I repeated.
He grabbed my waist and shifted me on his lap. I widened my eyes, feeling his bulge poking my butt. His hands traveled up my thighs, sending tickles where his fingertips touched my skin. “Spread your legs for me, Baby.”
Spreading my legs apart, watching him closely.
He didn’t look away from me as his hand cupped me, his thumb rubbing my clit gently. My hand grabbed his wrist as I gasped. I let go quickly, remembering what Theo had said.
Duke’s eyes softened, looking much less frustrated now. He pushed my underwear to the side and stroked two of his fingers along my entrance.
My lips parted as my arousal leaked out of me onto his fingers. Silently begging for more, I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
He softly smiled down at me. “Do you think it’s fun to tease me, Baby?” He asked gently.
Confused, I knitted my brows. His tone and question didn’t align. “Huh?” I breathed out. My mind was prepared for touch, not talk.
His fingers barely pressed into me, like he was warning me with his fingers, not his tone. Uh oh. “Yes or no?” He questioned softly.
I bit my lip. It was incredibly hard to think about anything other than him touching me. I gently nodded. “Sometimes,” I admitted. “Yes…”
He cocked an eyebrow, slowly pushing two fingers into me. I gasped, feeling a new stretching sensation. Instinctually, I grabbed his wrist again. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it felt really good. The mixture of the two sensations gave me butterflies. “Duke,” I panted.
His other arm wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my thigh. He didn’t seem to care about my hand on his wrist. “I know, Baby,” he dismissed my warning. He slowly pumped his fingers into me at a pace a snail would beat.
My heart was pounding against my chest, anticipation filling me. What was he doing? At this pace, he was literally toying with me. I tried to move my hips, but Duke held my waist with his arm. “You’ll take what I give you,” he scolded. He quickly thrust his fingers into me once, and my body flinched at the suddenness of it. “You’re so greedy, Baby. Always so wet and desperate to have your little cunt filled,” he whispered against my neck. My girly parts started to ache as I moaned for him. He was right, I was greedy, but I didn’t care. He wasn’t giving me enough; I wanted more. I
tilted my neck, giving him more access.
“Are you punishing me for teasing you?” I asked, still not understanding what he was trying to accomplish with his leisurely pace.
“Punish?” He questioned before smiling against my neck. He pulled away and gave me an amused grin. “If you think this is a punishment, you’re in for a shock, Elora.”
I pushed my eyebrows together. “Then why are you teasing me?” I pouted.
His fingers slowly pulled out of me again, and a third joined when he pushed back in. Inhaling sharply, the third finger felt much more uncomfortable this time. “Duke, wha–”
His eyes were gentle as he gazed down at me. “You’ve had your fun teasing us, haven’t you? Now it’s my turn, Baby. I’m going to give you
exactly what you want. But before I fill you with cock, I need to stretch you out,” he said gently.
My mouth fell open, and my eyes rounded. Nerves filled my whole being, but another wave of wetness spilled onto his fingers.
He slowly pumped his fingers into me. “I’m not teasing you. If I go any faster, your greedy pussy will cum, and the only thing you’re cumming on tonight is my cock,” he explained.
A low, desperate moan escaped my lips. Bending my leg at the knee, I tried to make the stretching feeling more comfortable. Duke grabbed my knee, pulling it to my chest, helping me. I moaned at the ease–his fingers slid in much smoother at this angle. “Good girl, does that feel better?” He asked.
I nodded. “Uh-huh.” I strangely didn’t feel scared about losing my virginity. I knew Duke would be gentle, and I’d been waiting for this to happen if I was being honest with myself. As silly as it sounded, I was just nervous about being completely naked. He’d seen everything already–just not all at once. I was also a bit worried about his… size.
Duke kissed down my neck, leaving a hot wet trail with his tongue.
Craving his lips, I turned my head, catching his lips with mine.
He immediately parted my lips with his tongue and explored my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, almost forgetting his fingers slowly pushing into me. Almost.
He moaned, and I felt his dick twitch under me. He clearly wanted this as much as I did. What were we waiting for? I pulled away from him, a thought popping into my mind. “We’re not doing it in the library, right?” I asked.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not unless you want to.” I shook my head.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Dining room table?” He suggested. I shook my head, smiling.
“Kitchen counter?”
I shook my head, trying not to giggle.
“Shower?” He smirked like it was an actual offer instead of a joke.
I laughed, feeling his fingers pull out of me. “How about a bed,” I gave him a pointed look.
He scooped me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style. “Of course,” he said with false realization. “Whose?” He smirked down at me.
“Mine or yours,” I giggled, sending him a jokingly scolding expression.
It would be disrespectful if we did it in one of my other guys’ beds.
My other guys… where were they? I wanted them to be there with me. This was a big deal to me, and damn it, if I wasn’t babied by all of them, I wanted a refund. I wasn’t ignorant, I knew it would hurt, and I wasn’t looking forward to that part.
He carried me into his room, gently placing me on the bed. He pulled his shirt and jeans off, leaving him in his boxers. I spent a few seconds drooling over his toned chest and abs.
He climbed on top of me, gently removing my sweater and leaving me in my underwear, bra, and thigh-highs again. He gently kissed me. “You’re so beautiful, Baby.”
“Isn’t she?” Eugene agreed from the doorway.
Eugene walked in, followed by the rest of my men. My heart hammered, nerves starting to take their toll as red stained my cheeks. I wanted them to be here, but that didn’t change the fact that I was shy.
Lucifer took a seat in the corner, similar to how he did in Felix’s office. Felix stood at the end of the bed, his hands holding the frame. Eugene and Dane stood a few feet away from the sides of the bed, almost as if they didn’t want to intrude. Theo gave my foot a quick love tap before standing beside Felix. Quin stayed in the doorway, not even entering the room.
Duke didn’t seem phased by them being here at all. He just kept his gaze on me. It was clear that they were just here as spectators. Duke gently grabbed my cheek, shifting my gaze away from everyone else. “Don’t be nervous, Baby,” he coaxed, leaning down and kissing my neck.
Dane crouched down, taking my hand in his. “We’re not here to join,” he explained. I turned to him, giving Duke more access. I let out a small moan as Duke kissed down my neck, collarbone, and the valley between my breasts. Dane smiled. “I need you to do something for me, Angel.”
Duke unclasped my bra, removing it. I blushed, moving my arms to cover myself. Duke looked amused. “Are you going to move your hands, or am I?” He asked.
I bit my lip, deciding it was in my best interest to give in now rather than later. This was happening. I was going to be naked. I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone other than Duke as I slowly placed my hands to my sides.
Duke smiled. “Good girl.” He softly kissed me, his lips deliciously puffy against mine. I sucked in a breath, feeling his hands on my breasts, gently kneading them. He broke away from my lips and sucked on my neck.
“Elora, you need to let him bite you,” Dane said softly.
I pushed my eyebrows together. “Huh?” Duke’s mouth was on my nipple, licking it. I moaned at the new feeling, and ripples of pleasure spread through me. His hands wrapped around my underwear, slowly pulling them down.
Duke released my nipple, focusing on getting my underwear off. His bright ruby eyes gazed down at me as he pulled them off my legs. “It’ll help with the pain, Baby,” he explained.
He wanted to bite me… so I wouldn’t hurt? Hurt me so I won’t hurt– what an oxymoron. “I’m good,” I dismissed. I didn’t want to be bitten again. Last time I was dizzy and didn’t feel good for hours after.
Duke sighed before giving Dane a reluctant nod that I couldn’t read.
I pushed my legs together, feeling the cold hit me. Duke swiftly removed his boxers, climbing on top of me again. As if my body was on autopilot, my legs spread for him. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking down at his dick.
I widened my eyes, the nerves settling in my lower stomach. Was he going to fit?
Duke gently grabbed my elbows, making me fall onto my back again. “Relax, Baby,” he placed his hand on my cheek.
Drawing in a big breath, I felt his tip rub along my slit, collecting my juices. I moaned as he kept teasing me with it, my craving for it growing. I didn’t care how bad it might hurt; I just wanted to be close to him.
Duke let out a low moan, a pained look in his eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight, Baby?” He asked.
I gave him the best smile I could muster through my nerves. “I’ve never been patient,” I joked, urging him to continue.
Duke moved his dick down to my entrance, and I felt the slightest amount of pressure. He held my hands with his large one and held them above my head. “Relax for me, Baby,” he kissed my lips.
I closed my eyes, melting into the kiss. He pushed into me, and I winced, my mouth falling agape and my eyes widening. Nope! “I don’t like it, Duke,” I started my rant, an uncomfortable pinch between my legs.
Duke cupped my cheek with his free hand. “It’ll get better, Baby, I promise. You’re doing so good, just a bit more,” he encouraged.
My teeth clenched as I squeezed his hands in mine. I locked eyes with Quin in the doorway. He gave me a small nod, agreeing with Duke, silently telling me it would get better. Quin seemed like he was in pain, like something was bothering him. He gave me a small smile before he left the room.
My body tensed, and I shrieked in pain as I felt him push another inch into me. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling tears start to form. “Ouch,” I said through my teeth.
Duke kissed my tear-covered cheeks. I opened my eyes, concerned about covering his face. He sighed. “Do you trust me, Baby?” He asked.
“Of course; why?” I said in a shaky voice.
He gave me a pointed look, “Then, I need you to trust that I know what’s best. Be a good girl and let me help you. I hate seeing you in pain,” he begged.
Unsure of what exactly he meant, I still nodded. If Duke thought biting me or something would help, I’d take any relief I could. “I trust you.”
He smiled, wiping a tear away with his thumb. “Such a good girl,” he cooed. I felt him hold onto my hands a bit tighter. He kissed where my neck met my shoulder, his hot breath tickling me. “Forgive me,” was the only warning he gave before he slammed into me, his dick buried inside me completely.
I gasped, too stunned at the amount of pain between my legs for my voice to scream. The pain consumed me; the only way to describe it was like being split in half. I cried, my arms thrashing against his hand. “Take it out, take it out!” I pleaded.
My cries quickly turned to moans as I felt his teeth sink into my neck. Instantly, wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me, making the ache between my legs an afterthought.
Duke pulled away a few seconds later, licking my skin where he bit me.
I moaned, wanting more.
“You’re doing so good, Baby–the hard part is over. You feel so good around my cock,” he grunted the last part.
I faintly smiled up at him, still hazy from my orgasm. Why did I say they couldn’t bite me again?
I did it–I had sex! It hurt a lot, and his dick in me didn’t feel as good as I thought it would, but it was what it was. Duke also didn’t look as satisfied as I thought he would. Dane looked much happier after he came.
Lucifer made a strained, confused sound from the corner of the room. “You think that’s it?” He questioned.
I pushed my eyebrows together. Wasn’t it? He put his dick in me; what else was there to do?
Everyone else looked as confused as I was.
Lucifer smirked. “He just popped your cherry, Kitten.”
“We’re not done?” I asked with wide eyes, relief filling me.
Duke looked bewildered. “Done? No, Baby,” he looked at me adoringly. Theo chuckled. “You’re so fucking adorable, it hurts.”
I looked up at Duke, still confused. My legs shifted a bit, and I sucked in a breath when I felt a dull ache within me. I thought sex was just a penis inside a vagina. I bit my lip, not knowing where to go from here.
Duke smiled. “I’m going to move now, okay? If it still hurts too badly, tell me,” he ordered.
Move? I nodded.
He gently rocked his hips, his dick moving slowly into me. I gasped, squeezing his hands again. It still hurt a lot, but pleasure was mixed with the pain.
Duke watched me closely, slowly speeding up his thrusts. I moaned, feeling him continually hit something deep inside me. I felt so full and stretched in the best possible way.
“That’s my good girl. Moan for my cock, beautiful,” he groaned, speeding up again. “Such a good little cockslut, so tight and wet for me,” he husked.
I squirmed under him, arching my back off the bed at his naughty words. I loved it when he called me a good girl. A string of whines escaped my lips and filled the room. I loved this; I loved being as close as possible to him and how amazing it felt.
He let go of my hands and grabbed my hips. “Fuck,” he grunted out. I dreamily watched his lips part, and his eyes roll back. I bit my lip, looking up at him through glassy eyes. He was so handsome… He let out a pained groan, gripping my hips hard. “Sorry, Baby, I need to fuck you,” he strained out.
I screamed as he suddenly pounded into me. His hands lifted my hips off the bed, holding me at an angle. I cried out as the mix of pleasure and pain brought me close to my release.
The only sounds that could be heard were our moans and his skin slapping against mine. “Duke!” I screamed in ecstasy.
He gave me a sharp look. “Not yet, Baby. You hold it until I give you permission,” he warned.
I grabbed his wrists by my waist, squeezing them in fear that I’d float away if I didn’t have something to grab onto. My breasts bounced from the force he was putting into the thrusts. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I tried to hold my orgasm.
Duke’s thrusts got sloppier, and his moans started to mix with whimpers. “Shit–cum on my cock, Baby. Cum with me,” he ordered.
I instantly came at his whimpering voice, pushing me over the edge. My body shook at the intensity of it, leaving me a sweaty, mewling mess under him.
He thrust into me a few more times, groaning loudly as I felt warm liquid fill me. I gasped, hazily blinking up at him. He looked so sexy when he came. I could watch him all day. Heck, I could do this all day… if it didn’t hurt as much or make me tired.
Duke let go of my hips, trapping me under him with his arms. I blinked slowly, feeling a sudden sleepiness crash into me. I was so happy and warm. If it wasn’t for the returning soreness in my girly parts, everything would be completely perfect.
He placed several kisses against my lips and cheeks. I kissed him back but felt myself slowly drifting. “Elora, don’t go to sleep yet. I’ve got to get you cleaned up, Baby,” he coaxed.
I moaned, feeling him slide out of me and stickiness coat my thighs. I closed my eyes, his bed molding to my body like a soft hug.
My body felt weightless as he lifted into his arms and carried me. “No, I’m sleeping,” I pouted.
He chuckled. “You can fall asleep after you pee, okay?” I felt myself being sat on a toilet.
Opening my eyes to look up at Duke, I felt a blush cross my cheeks. He stood before me, naked, as he turned the bath on. I bit my lip. “I can’t pee in front of you…” I mumbled. Why do I even have to pee? I didn’t really have to go that bad; I could’ve just slept.
Duke gave me a funny look. “You’re worried about me seeing you pee?
After we–never mind,” he chuckled, leaving the bathroom.
I finished doing my business but couldn’t bring myself to stand once I flushed. I just wanted to sleep; that was all I wanted. I’d never been so tired in my life. The world around me had turned into something of a dreamscape: hazy and romantic.
The bathroom door opened, and Felix walked in with a bottle of blue water. He knelt down, proudly smiling at me. “Here, Sweetheart. Drink this,” he cooed and raised it to my lips.
I drank a bit, but felt myself slipping into sleep again. “Take me to bed?” I pleaded. I realized I was still bare, and Felix’s head was level with my bare breasts, but luckily for me, I was literally too exhausted to care.
Duke walked back in, and Felix stood up. “She didn’t drink much. Try to get her to drink it all before she sleeps. Assuming she doesn’t pass out in the bath,” Felix informed, glancing at me before he left.
Duke scooped me into his arms and sat me down with him in the large bath. My back rested against his chest, my body between his legs.
I sighed, my body relaxing and my muscles loosening. This was nice… “You did so well, Baby,” Duke kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry I
hurt you,” he sounded guilty.
Feeling myself slip away, I absentmindedly said something I would probably regret. “I kinda liked the pain.”
Quin
It pained me to leave, but I had to. I wanted to stay; I wanted to be there for her. Sex wasn’t something she ever spoke to us about, at least not until recently. I knew Elora; I knew tonight was a big deal to her. I hated that I couldn’t keep my bloodlust at bay around her. The slightest drop of blood, and I saw red.
I’d off myself if I ever hurt her, I could barely live with myself now, craving her blood like I did. I thought it was because I licked the fucking knife when she was nine. I thought I developed a craving for it all those years ago, and that was why I struggled so much with it.
But, seeing the others have no problems around blood… I was deeply ashamed. I’d been on this earth for thousands of years, and I’ve never craved another human’s blood like I do hers. I’d never struggled with craving blood before.
I wanted to be better for her, but not at the risk of hurting her. I knew myself and would have lost control if I didn’t walk away. She looked so confused when I left… I didn’t know how to explain myself to her. I didn’t want her to think I was a monster, for her to be uncomfortable around me. Most of the time, I was perfectly fine. It was only when she hurt herself or bled that I struggled.
After taking a walk through the woods for half an hour, I walked back into the manor. Duke could easily go for hours, but he definitely wouldn’t have her go through that her first time. That was why it was him. We all wanted to, but we agreed that Duke or Dane should be the ones to take her virginity, of course, unless she wished another to. The two of them were gentler than the rest, so it made the most sense.
I heard water draining and assumed Duke stuck her in a bath after. The laundry machine was also running; I was sure he had also stripped his bed sheets.
I wanted to see her to ensure she knew I didn’t want to leave. I entered Duke’s room, seeing him in boxers, his hair still damp. Elora was out cold on his bed, wearing a pair of his much too huge boxers on her tiny frame. Cute. Duke skillfully slipped one of his t-shirts over her head, unfortunately covering her amazing breasts.
Everything about her was small, even her delicate curves complimented her in all the right places. Personally, her thighs killed me. I knew everyone else adored her ass, and I did too. But fuck, her thighs…
I leaned against the doorway. “Did I miss anything good? Besides the obvious,” I joked. I truly wanted to be here and tried to stay even after I smelled her blood, but it was overwhelming.
Duke glanced up at me as he tightened the boxers around her waist, seeing as they’d fall off if he didn’t. He looked down at her lovingly. “It was all good,” he corrected. He sat on his bed, pulling her sleeping body into his lap. He smirked, looking amused. “She must have read the literal definition of sex because she thought we were done once I finally got it in,” he recalled.
“Of course she did,” I looked down at her as I chuckled. That was very on-brand for her and her adorable–yet painful innocence.
We were silent for a while as we listened to her soft breathing. I felt Duke’s eyes on me and turned to him. He let out a small breath. “She said she liked the pain,” he sounded hurt but mostly confused as the words left his mouth.
A dark smirk fell on my lips. “Now that is a surprise.” My mind started racing with all the twisted things I was going to do to her. I was hoping she was a little masochist.
Duke rolled his eyes. “Don’t look so happy,” he scolded. Awe, someone doesn’t like that his baby was a dirty little pain slut. He looked down at her. “I saw the look you gave Felix earlier,” he pushed his eyebrows together, pulling her closer to him. He gave me a pleading look. “Just… go easy. She’s fragile.”
I chuckled at how much the vampire coddled her–especially now. “She’s less fragile than you think,” I dismissed. Obviously, we weren’t going to break her–we would just make her cry and scream for a few hours. Duke couldn’t be more different than I was. He was gentle and nurturing, and she had him tightly wound around her finger to the point where she got away with anything. I didn’t put up with that shit because I knew she knew better. I wanted to watch her face twist in pain while tears ran down her rosy cheeks as I slapped her ass. Duke would never hit her
even if she asked him to.
She had always treated Duke differently than the rest of us. I wouldn’t say worse, but she knew she could manipulate him easily. I cocked a brow
at him. “I have a sneaking suspicion that she’ll love whatever we decide to do to her,” I added, so he wouldn’t worry so much.
Even with my confidence, he looked down at her with worry, clearly not a fan of the idea. What a softie. I stepped into the room, holding my arms out. “I’ll take her to bed,” I offered, selfishly wanting her in my arms. They all got to watch Duke fuck her, and it was only fair that I held her while she slept.
Duke nodded, placing a small kiss on her head before I carefully took her from his arms. Her legs and arms limply fell as I carried her bridal style to her room. Duke bit her; the marks on her neck were evidence of that. The bite, along with sex and at least two orgasms, was probably what knocked her out.
When we bite a human, they feel some sort of ecstasy. It calms them to the point of euphoria. It was a sick evolutionary trick to our advantage.
When we bit Elora in Felix’s office, we weren’t expecting her to have an orgasm from each bite–none of us had heard of that happening until it happened to her. It was strange, and Dane had been trying to find a reason why the bites had a much stronger effect on her than on other humans.
A lot about our situation was strange; we all knew that. Before Duke, Felix, and Lucifer came home, Elora was just… Elora. It was like a wave of emotion crashed all at once, and my feelings did a 360. It was strange, but I knew it was right. As a man who didn’t believe in fate–I knew that Elora was mine.
Dane was trying to give many things a logical explanation. The orgasms when we bit her, why our feelings changed, and how we suddenly loved her so deeply and equally. I suggested that we call our close friend, an old bastard named Dimitri. He was gifted and could read auras. If there was something wrong, right, or peculiar with Elora, he’d be the one who’d be able to tell. They kept brushing my idea off, saying they didn’t want anyone–even close friends–to know about Elora yet. I understood and somewhat agreed, but whatever was happening between us… it was more profound than what could be seen and heard.
I laid her down in her pink bed before stripping down to my boxers and lying with her. She cuddled into my side, wrapping her little fist around the blanket.
Sometimes, I wished I could sleep. I wanted to know how it felt. I don’t mind getting to hold and admire her all night, but I want to sleep with her.
She always looked so cozy and peaceful when she slept.
My humanity ended thousands of years ago before the vampiric gene plagued me when I was only 26. I couldn’t remember my human years–the rest of my life was more eventful. I couldn’t even remember how exhaustion felt.
About one in every hundred thousand men was born with the gene. The disease took over and changed us into vampires sometime in our twenties. As far as I knew, it was a random mutation that occurred. Vampires cannot be made, despite what literally every single stupid vampire movie claimed.
Although my thousands of years made my early memories fade into nothing, I was very grateful for this life. I’d seen things others have only dreamed of, been everywhere multiple times, and lived hundreds of lives.
Somehow, I knew that it was all leading up to her. She was the center of my universe. Life before her was dull. Her bright smile lit up my world. I’d genuinely do anything for her. As much as I’d like to sleep again, to know what exhaustion feels like, I’d forget it a million times over just to hold her while she slept.
