Elora
In awe, I watched Eugene as he messed with a few things under the hood of his insanely old car. I guessed it stopped starting, and he was
holding onto a sliver of hope that he could fix it.
We were in the garage with the door open. The sun, exposed by my blouse and shorts, warmed my arms and legs. Eugene looked delicious as ever, with his blue jeans hung low on his hips and nothing else. His long blond hair was messily tied back, a few strands framing his face.
Truthfully, I was only out here to watch him do his thing–that, and I had nothing better to do.
Leaning against the open hood, I smirked at him. “Eugene, do you actually know how to fix this thing?” I asked.
He straightened, placing a dirty rag over his shoulder. “Do you think I’m pretending to fix it?”
“Maybe,” I teased with a shrug.
He tilted his head to the side. “And why would I do that?”
Pulling out my phone, I took a quick picture of him… or five. I held out my phone to him, showing him how handsome he looked fixing the car. “I’m sure it has nothing to do with how good you look,” I giggled. Even if he was actually fixing it, he was definitely putting on an excellent show for me. I gave him a pointed look. “I’m just saying it’s probably safer to do this with your shirt on,” I called him out.
Eugene smirked. “This turns you on?” He twisted my words.
I gasped, grabbing the towel off his shoulder and slapping him with it. “Eugene,” I warned.
He chuckled, going back to tinkering with the engine.
I leaned on my elbows, watching his bicep flex. I smirked. “Well, I’m not out here because I have a particular interest in cars,” I flirted.
He smirked up at me, gently shaking his head with a chuckle.
A few more minutes passed by in comfortable silence. Oldies’ music was quietly playing on the radio. I bit my lip, “Why are you so adamant about fixing this car anyways? You have three other cars that cost more than most people’s houses,” I questioned. Rationally, he’d never take this thing on the road ever again.
Eugene straightened, leaning against the car, a happy gleam in his eyes. “This was my first car,” he said proudly. “I’ve fixed it a hundred times, and its expiration date was years ago. But if you take care of things, they last,” he smiled as if he’d given me some life lesson.
I smiled, nodding. I get it; it was special to him.
…What would happen when I got old.
A dreadful thought dawned on me, and my whole body felt cold. They were going to stay young while I turned frail and gray. Their forever and mine were two different realities. I have eighty more years left if I was lucky, and they’d still be here long after I was gone.
My existence was a tiny blimp in their lives. They’d been here for thousands of years and would continue to be here long after I was in the ground. How would that work? They aren’t going to think I’m pretty when I need a cane to walk. They might always love me, but who wanted to be with an old person, yuck.
As soon as the dreadful realization dawned on me, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I blinked up at Eugene. “I’m gonna get us some food,” I announced offhandedly, walking inside.
I passed by Lucifer and Quin in the living room. They were playing chess, and both equally concentrated on winning.
Lucifer’s eyes slowly met mine, and I saw a sliver of concern behind his usual void expression.
He knew what I was thinking, but clearly, he didn’t know what to say about it either. None of us knew what would happen to us when I aged. He looked like he wanted to say something, but what could he have possibly said? There was no solution to this. Humans aged. Vampires didn’t.
When I entered the kitchen, I saw Theo snacking on mangos. His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Gracing me with your presence, Princess–” his chipper expression was replaced with concern. “You look sad; what’s wrong?” His attitude quickly changed.
Assuming I was the first to realize that my aging was inevitable, I didn’t know how to answer his question. I didn’t want to bring it up and bum everyone out. “I’m just hungry,” I lied, giving him an assuring nod.
As if lying to him offended him, he pushed his head back. “I know your hungry face, and I know your sad face. Want to try that again?” He gave me a pointed look. “What’s wrong, Elora?”
Crossing my arms over my stomach, I leaned against the counter and looked up at him. “I was just thinking,” I started. “What happens when I get old, Theo?” I asked, not knowing if I wanted to know his opinions myself.
Theo’s shoulders dropped, and his face suddenly seemed dull. He stared at me as the same realization fell upon him, too. He took a deep breath, lifting me by my hips and placing me on the counter. “I don’t know,” he said regretfully. From the sullen depth in his eyes, I could tell he hated his answer. He ran his hand through my hair. “But I do know that we’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” the corner of his lips lifted in a small smile. The smile didn’t reach his eyes; I could tell I’d given him a weight to carry. Nonetheless, I appreciated his subject change.
Returning his smile, I nodded in agreement. I rested my head against his shoulder, trying to push the intrusive thought out of my head. He was right. I’d worry about it when I got there. For now, everything was perfect.
“You smell like mangos,” I pulled away, giving him a sardonic look, trying to brighten the mood.
Theo looked excited as he stepped away from me. “I got the weirdest craving for mangos last night, anyways–” He opened the fridge, and there were easily 20 containers full of sliced mangos.
Breaking out in a fit of giggles, I shook my head at his impulsivity. Why did he do that? He filled Quin’s fridge (which he was very particular and strict about) with mangos. “You know Quin’s gonna kill you, right?”
Theo shrugged before closing the fridge. “I’ve been killed before,” he dismissed like it was nothing.
“Theo, what the hell did you do?!” Quin called from the other room.
Trying not to laugh, I pressed my lips together and hopped off the counter.
Theo smirked. “I got groceries!” He called back. I mean… he wasn’t lying entirely.
Grabbing one of the many containers of mangos, I tried to leave Theo to get mauled by Quin.
Theo made an offended sound. “Elora?”
Turning to look at him with my eyebrows knitted, I was met with him looking bewildered with his arms crossed over his chest. “Greedy! You have like a hundred, one isn’t going to hurt.”
“No, but you leaving without letting me stick my tongue down your throat is unacceptable.”
I huffed out a small laugh, placing my hand on my hip. Theo was lucky he was dreamy. I set the container down on the counter and walked over to him.
A huge grin made small wrinkles appear next to his eyes. “That’s right, come to Daddy,” he smirked, holding his arms out.
Well, I wasn’t expecting that. Lucifer and Felix, I understood, because they were more… Daddy-ish, and the name suited them. But Theo was soft and sweet. “You too?” I asked.
He chuckled, hugging his long arms around my waist. “No, it was a joke,” he looked amused. “I shouldn’t joke about that, though, because you’re totally into it, you little freak,” he smirked, giving me a look that made me blush.
What was wrong with calling them Daddy? They all called me cute pet names all day long, and there was nothing wrong with that? It was probably just Theo being Theo and messing with me.
“Yeah, well, I’m your little freak, so be nice to me,” I retorted with a lifted brow.
He smiled, slowly getting closer to my lips. “But it’s so easy to embarrass you. You get the cutest little blush,” his nose touched mine. “I’m starting to think you have a humiliation kink. You always get so wet–”
Not wanting him to finish that sentence, I kissed him. I definitely didn’t like being embarrassed, especially not in a sexy way. He was surely mistaken.
Theo snaked his hands up my back until he reached the back of my neck and placed his thumbs on my cheeks. His lips moved gracefully against mine, making my head spin. I parted my lips for him, loving when they took control.
He reacted instantly, his tongue teasing my own with soft licks that had me clenching my thighs together.
After a few minutes, I knew I’d probably walk around with a limp again like I had yesterday if I didn’t leave now. Placing my hands on his chest, I
gently pushed him away.
He groaned, looking down at me with red eyes, but his expression stayed soft and desperate. “Do you have to go back to Eugene?” He asked. He patted the counter, “The counter’s the perfect fucking height. Wanna take it for a spin?” He gave me a hopeful look.
That did sound good… but I didn’t think I could have sexy time on the kitchen counter. First of all, Quin would be mad, and second, “That sounds unsanitary.”
Theo smirked, a rare evilness I’d only seen a few times gleaming in his eyes. “I’ll have you lick up any mess we make,” he said casually.
My goodness! I quickly grabbed the mangos and started for the door. “Theo!” I whispered over my shoulder, in disbelief that he’d actually said that. I was crimson red at the suggestion, but mostly because I couldn’t stop imagining it.
I quickly walked past Lucifer and Quin, who were smirking at me. Ugh.
Opening the garage door, the cool outside air refreshed my lungs. I leaned my hip against the old car, waiting for Eugene to acknowledge me.
He smiled up at me. “What did you bring?” He asked. “Fruit,” I answered, offering the mangos to him.
He straightened, glancing between me and the mangos with a look on his face that I couldn’t decipher. Seemingly done fixing the engine, he closed the hood. Cleaning any grime or oil off his hands, he held his hands in the garage sink and lathered soap into suds. He looked devilishly handsome, all dirty and fixing things.
When he’d finished, I held out the mangos to him again, but he just grabbed them and set them down on the car’s hood. I pushed my eyebrows together. “You don’t like them?” I asked.
I yipped when he suddenly picked me up and sat me on the hood of the car. His large body stood between my legs. Eugene stared at me, a loving flicker in his eyes. I smiled up at him, “What?” I questioned in a soft voice.
“You’re beautiful. Am I not allowed to look at you, Love?”
I raised my eyebrows, taken back by his sudden romantics. My heart fluttered, and I smiled. “You’re allowed,” I responded shyly, feeling small under his intense look.
Eugene pulled my thighs, making my body jolt forward. I sat on the edge of the hood with my hands resting against his chest. “Every blink is a sin,” he whispered, his eyes slowly roaming my face.
Instantly turning to mush in his arms, I glanced away as a blush heated my skin. Who’d given him the right to be this perfect? With my hand on the back of his neck, I pulled him down to me. My lips crashed onto his, and butterflies filled my belly.
Eugene’s hands moved to my ass, palming it through my shorts. My hands fell to the waistband of his jeans, playing with the button.
My stomach kept clenching over and over again, and I was desperate for any kind of relief. None of them had touched me since yesterday morning–I felt deprived.
Eugene grabbed my hand and placed it over his bulge. I moaned against his lips, gently rubbing it. He was hard, and I could feel how hot he was under my hand.
My hands weren’t the only ones to wander. I moaned as he rubbed me through my shorts, firmly pressing on my clit. My underwear served no purpose, my arousal drenching them.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Breaking away from the kiss, I looked down and undid his pants. I pulled them just below his butt, resting on his thighs.
As if the same need was surging through him, he quickly undid my button and zipper. He wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting just enough over the car so he could pull my shorts down my legs. My shorts hung around one of my ankles as he sat me back down.
With my underwear to the side, he pushed a thick finger into me. My body weight rested on my hands behind my back, propping myself up.
He pumped his finger into me a few times, which I loved–but I needed him inside me… “Eugene,” I panted out, giving him a pleading look.
Clearly just as desperate as I was, he only nodded, sliding his finger out of me. He sucked his finger quickly, and I whimpered at the sight of it. Heaven help me…
He pulled his boxers down, revealing his dick, thick and veiny. My mouth watered as I pondered if I’d rather have it down my throat or pussy.
Eugene pulled me to the edge so my ass was hanging off the car’s hood. He gently touched the backs of my thighs, “Over my shoulders, Love,” he instructed. I lifted my legs, but they weren’t quite long enough to reach, so my ankles ended up next to his head. He smirked down at me, “So tiny.”
He grabbed the base of his dick, moaning as he rubbed it against my pussy. It only took seconds before we were both a moaning, slick mess from
his teasing. With the anticipation killing me and my girly parts a throbbing mess, I whined, “Please, Eugene.”
We both let out deep moans as he slowly pushed into me. The stretch burned, and it was mildly uncomfortable. On the bright side, it didn’t hurt this time! He still gave me a few seconds to adjust, but there was no tenderness.
When they said it would get easier, I honestly didn’t believe them. To be fair, Duke was my first, and Felix was pretty rough. Eugene was being gentle and sweet. I loved it all. Honestly, any kind of attention they gave me, sexual or not, I craved.
Eugene thrust into me a few times, sending millions of little sparks through me each time. This position was new, and it felt intoxicating. He wasn’t giving me his entire length, which I was grateful for, he was already pretty deep in me. Any more, and it might have been uncomfortable.
Eugene watched me closely, his eyes burning a hole through me as he gripped my thighs to fuck into me.
He suddenly stopped, looking away from me, clearly annoyed.
My blood ran cold, wondering what I’d done. “Eugene?” I questioned quickly.
He groaned, but it sounded painful. He pushed into me slowly. “Fuck,” he cursed, sounding incredibly upset.
I moaned, but my concern didn’t falter.
With one last pained expression, he pulled out of me, and I shuddered. I laid there, feeling empty and unsatisfied. “Eugene wha–”
He gave me a soft look, but his eyes remained bright red. “Your human friends are coming down the driveway…” he explained.
My eyes rounded. My, who are what?! That was impossible. No one knew where I lived.
Eugene pulled his pants back into place, despite the massive, painful- looking boner he had. Lifting me off the car, he stood me up straight. “I’m sorry, Love. What fucking horrible timing,” he said, the last part through his teeth.
Both of us straightened ourselves out, trying to look like we weren’t just doing it on the hood of a car. This better be worth it–who was I kidding? There was not a single person who would come down that driveway that would make it worth it.
I didn’t want to stop, and clearly, Eugene felt the same way. Stopping and leaving us both unsatisfied was pure torture.
Just as I finished buttoning my shorts, a Jeep pulled into the driveway. I watched Willow and Jason step out of the vehicle, looking up at the manor in shock.
“No way, this can’t be the right address?” Jason said.
Willow slowly nodded. “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” she looked toward the front door. “Go knock.”
Jason seemed taken aback. “Fuck that, I’m not getting possessed. This place is haunted as a motherf–”
I stepped out of the garage. “Willow, Jason, what are you doing here?” I asked.
Willow turned and smiled at me, walking up and wrapping me in a hug. “I thought you were dead!” She expressed, pulling away from me, holding me by my shoulders. “I called, texted, I even sent you an email. You never miss school, even when you’re sick. You missed a whole week!” She vented.
She suddenly glared at me. “Oh, you’re gonna wish you were dead when I’m done with you! I’ve had to take over all your duties since you left! I gave you all the hard stuff I didn’t want to do on purpose, you know. You totally left me hanging, and you’re clearly healthy as a horse! You better have a good reason for ditching me,” she crossed her arms.
A lump caught in my throat, and I swallowed nervously. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean to make anyone worry or make your life harder,” I folded my hands in front of me, guilt filling me. I didn’t even think about that… “I dropped my phone and got a new one, so I wasn’t purposely ignoring you,” I explained.
I saw Jason inching towards us. “Girls,” he whispered. “Please tell me you know those guys, Smalls,” he looked scared as he gestured toward the manor.
Following his gaze, I found all my guys standing in the garage, watching us. I pressed my lips together, knowing they didn’t like guests. I wasn’t a big fan of people being over, either. I liked our space. “Of course, Jason,” I answered with a sigh.
Jason let out a breath. “Whew, I thought I was seeing ghosts,” he tried to joke, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He waved at my guys. “Hi! I’m Jason!” He called.
Lucifer turned around and walked inside, a disgusted look on his face. “What’s with the mansion, Elora?” Willow asked. “We’ve known each
other for years, and you’ve never mentioned your house looking like this,” she expressed.
“I never thought it was important?” Why would I want people to know that I basically lived in a castle?
She shrugged. “Whatever, that’s not what I’m here about,” she blinked a few times. “Are you okay? I really thought you were on your deathbed,” she pushed her eyebrows together.
My heart pounded, knowing I was an awful liar. How could I explain this to her? She knew how obsessive I was about school. “Well–”
“I apologize,” Duke smiled as he approached us. My shoulders relaxed as he came to save me from blubbering. “It’s my fault she missed the last week of school. Our household celebrates a religious holiday once every five years,” he lied flawlessly.
Willow cocked her eyebrow, slowly nodding. “And what religion is that?” She asked, clearly skeptical.
“Willow,” Jason hissed at her rudeness, sending her a pointed look.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I’m just–I’m honestly shocked. This is all very weird,” she admitted. “Are you being kidnapped? Do you need to come back with us?” She whispered to me.
I laughed. “No, I’m an orphan, remember?” I explained. That was how I’d always explained my unique situation. They never legally adopted me– thank goodness for that. They were never ‘father figures’; they’d always just been friends. Duke compelled some social workers into allowing me to live with them when I was a kid, so no further action or explanation had to be done or made.
It might be weird for her to see me in a scary-looking mansion with seven strange men. “How did you get my address anyways?” I asked.
She smirked. “School personal records,” she answered. I should have known.
I watched Jason, being the social butterfly himbo he was, walk over and try to start a conversation with the rest of my guys. Quin, Felix, and Dane went inside, leaving Theo and Eugene to deal with Jason.
Duke smiled politely at Willow. “You should stay for dinner. It’s not often we get to meet Elora’s friends.”
“Duke,” I mumbled under my breath, feeling embarrassed. He didn’t have to call me out like that. I knew what he was doing; he was totally checking up on my social life.
Willow smiled at him. “Oh, we’re going to have to take a raincheck on that,” she declined. She looked at me, “But I’ve never been in a castle before. Show me your room!” She grabbed my hands, pulling me towards the front door.
I giggled at her excitement. Her house was massive, but in a modern ‘her parents are both lawyers’ kind of way.
Jason looked up at us, saying bye to Theo, who looked happy with himself. Of course, the two of them got along… Jason ran, catching up with us. “If I get possessed, or a ghost tries to touch my weiner, I’m suing,” he joked.
Willow and I both rolled our eyes. She raised her eyebrows at him. “Yes, because that’s the first thing a ghost would do, dipshit,” she laughed.
I opened the door, and both of them gasped. “This is it,” I said, gesturing to the foyer.
Jason looked uncomfortable. “You know those stores you go into, and your mom tells you not to touch anything, or she’ll beat your ass?” He asked. “This is like that–but times ten.”
I started walking up the steps, and they followed me. Willow grabbed my hand. “So, are you gonna show us the secret door?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Secret door?” I repeated.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, like you pull out a book, and the wall opens, revealing a secret library or some shit,” she said like it was obvious.
“We don’t have a secret door. And our library is definitely not a secret either.” I couldn’t help but giggle at her wild imagination.
She sarcastically nodded. “Right, you just have to say that because it’s a secret door,” she said. I wished there was a secret door. That would be cool. Sadly, there were no hidden rooms.
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Despite my unsatisfied girly parts still wanting to finish what Eugene and I started, I was actually having a lot of fun. Willow and Jason have been over for a few hours, and it felt good to be around my friends again. I missed them, and hearing about drama and what happened during sporting games was refreshing.
We spent a while in the library, then the theater room, and finally, my room, where Willow raved about my closet. We were all sitting on my bed, looking at old yearbooks, going through all the pictures of people we knew.
“I had the biggest crush on him freshman year,” Willow said, pointing to one of the guys.
Jason cocked an eyebrow at her. “You know he’s gay, right?”
She pushed her lips together. “He is not. He’s had so many girlfriends–” “He tried to fuck me sophomore year in the locker room!”
Willow and I both gasped. “Watch your mouth,” I warned.
“I doubt that,” Willow said. Was she… flirting? I think she was. Wait, why had they come here together? And why couldn’t they stay for dinner? I smirked. Sneaky…
Jason sighed, holding out his pinky, “Hold ‘em up.”
Confused, Willow and I held our pinkies out, giving him a pinky promise. “You two can never say anything; the football team would never let me live it down.”
Willow gasped. “You did it?”
“No!” He said quickly. “I’m not gay, but he told me how much he liked me, and I felt bad for the kid. So I let him kiss me, but it was totally out of pity, and I let him down easy,” he explained.
So Jason let another guy kiss him just to be nice? That was really surprising. I knew Jason was kind, but I never knew him to be sweet.
A small smile fell on Willow’s lips. “That’s actually really sweet,” she whispered.
Jason blushed but shrugged quickly. “Your turn. I told you a secret, now you two have to tell one of yours,” he smirked.
I guess that was fair. I didn’t really have any secrets that I could tell. Willow turned to me. “You can’t be mad,” she started.
“I won’t be.”
She sighed. “You beat me in the election for senior class President by like… thirty votes,” she said.
Huh? I leaned back. “What do you mean? I’m not mad, just curious,” I added.
“So, I really wanted to win, and a certain teacher tipped me off about you winning. So I kind of… I blew him, and he fudged the numbers in my favor,” she explained quickly with a nervous chuckle.
Not believing what I heard, I could only stare at her for a few seconds. I really didn’t care that I actually won, although I was a bit upset that I’d earned the title of President but got stuck with Vice President. “A teacher?” I nudged her. “That’s illegal, and you could get in a lot of trouble,” I became nervous just at the thought of it.
Jason was losing his mind with laughter. “That makes me feel so much better about myself,” he said.
Willow rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t that big of a deal. He quit anyways,” she shrugged. “Your turn,” she smiled at me.
“I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but I have access to the school’s cameras,” I started.
“Oh my gosh, that’s so useful,” Jason looked excited. “Imagine all the things we could get away with!” He started plotting.
“You guys know I’m clumsy. I accidentally spilled some acid during lab one day–”
Willow’s mouth dropped. “You’re the one who burnt a hole through the final exams?” She giggled.
I remorsefully nodded. “I felt horrible, and no one saw me do it. I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I deleted the footage,” I admitted.
Jason grinned. “You’re literally my hero, SSmalls. I know I bombed that test, and if they weren’t destroyed, I would have failed chemistry.”
Jason stood up. “I’m gonna go pee, then we should probably head out?” He gave Willow a look before he went into my bathroom.
I quickly turned to her. “What’s with you two?” I whispered. She averted her eyes, “What do you mean?”
I laughed, “I knew it!”
“Don’t judge,” she laughed. “I know he’s not the brightest crayon in the box, but he’s funny and surprisingly sweet,” she said with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Awe. “I’m not judging. I think it’s cute.”
“Yeah? We don’t look ugly together?” She asked.
I shook my head. “Definitely not, you two look great together,” I smiled.
She sighed, looking relieved. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?” She asked.
“Who would I tell?”
Jason opened the door, a massive smirk on his face. He leaned against the doorway, and I blushed viciously at the two items in his hand. The evil microphone and the handcuffs. “I’m suddenly very interested in this religion you’re into, Smalls,” he teased.
If I died at that moment, I would be okay. I jumped up and ran over to him, snatching the things out of his hands and shoving them in a drawer. This was so embarrassing; I was going to kill Quin and Felix.
Jason laughed. “Ooo, Elora has a boytoy–who is he?” He pried.
Willow gave me a pointed look. “Who the fuck is handcuffing you in the shower, girl?” She asked. “And where can I get him?” She smirked.
Jason rolled his eyes, giving her a warning look. “I’m shocked; who knew you’d be so kinky?”
“Not me,” Willow smirked, both of them having the time of their lives teasing me.
I ran my hands down my face, “Oh my goodness, please stop,” I begged. “Don’t you two have to leave now?” I said, wanting this embarrassment to end.
“Fine, we’ll go,” he put his hands up in surrender.
Willow smiled at me as we walked down the stairs. “I’ll figure out who your sneaky link is, mark my words, Elora,” she smirked.
As we passed through the living room, I couldn’t bring myself to look in my guys’ direction, knowing they were probably smirking.
Willow and Jason walked to his Jeep as I stood in the warm doorway. “This was such a good bonding experience,” Jason grinned. “Same time next week?” He joked.
He looked behind me and waved again. “Bye, dudes, cool house!” He called.
Lord, help me.
Waving bye to them, I closed the door behind me. I turned towards my guys and walked to them. “Oh! I could just kill you right now,” I sat in Felix’s lap, giving his shoulder a little slap. “That was so embarrassing,” I glared at Quin.
Felix smirked. “Good.”
Quin seemed annoyed. “I’m just glad they’re gone. The boy was loud, obnoxious, and incredibly daft,” he observed.
I nodded. “That’s Jason,” I agreed.
“I like him; he seems like a nice guy,” Theo shrugged.
Lucifer was looking at his hands. “I contemplated killing him eight different times.”
I scoffed. “You guys really need to work on your social skills.”
“I thought they were pleasant. You should have your friends over more often,” Duke smiled.
In unison, everyone said no, instantly declining the idea. I giggled. “I don’t think so; they’re nice and all, but I don’t like having people in my space,” I explained.
I needed to wash my sheets, vacuum the floor where we sat, and scrub my bathroom.
Dane sighed in relief. “They weren’t horrible, but I agree. Unless having them over makes you happy, I’d rather not deal with teenage humans.”
“I’m a teenage human, Dane.”
He smiled at me. “Yes, but you don’t stink like one,” he said smugly.
They can smell exceptionally well, and I couldn’t imagine how bad a teenage boy must smell to them. A shiver ran through my spine at the thought.
Eugene stood up, walking over and scooping me out of Felix’s arms. “Let’s go, Love. I haven’t finished with you yet,” he said eagerly.
Relief washed through me as I blushed. Finally, I’d been on an unexpected sexual hold for four hours.
“Eugene,” Lucifer started, but Eugene eagerly kept walking. “I think it’s time you make use of the gift you got her.”
