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Elora

Soulmates are a real thing? Actual people who the universe chooses for you? And my guys are mine. I'm not surprised, I've known for a while now that I'm meant to be with them. Ever since the sparks and tingles started when they touch me, I've known.

Dimitri confirming that they are destined to be with me brings a calmness that I didn't know I needed. It explains everything. The sparks, my need to be around them, my never ending adoration for each of them. It just makes sense.

The clans each slowly started to stand at their tables, and I watched them curiously. Ramsey, a familiar face, sent me a small wink as he raised his glass, "To the princess," he announced.

What seemed like a million more voices reached my ears as they toasted the same words. My heart swelled, a strange pride filling my chest as I smiled.

Their sudden change of attitude towards me made me think. Earlier, maybe they thought my guys were just messing around, and not serious. After all, I am a human, and I'm their world this doesn't happen. Especially because Felix is the king, and the rest of them are powerful. But now that Dimitri confirmed it, I think they realize that I'm here to stay. That I'm not just some human they chose to rule by their side. The fact that we are soulmates means a lot to the clans, that much is clear.

There will always be those who will doubt, and I'll always be judged harder because I am a female in this male ruled world. But even in the human world, unfortunately that's how most things are. This isn't a role that I take lightly, and I'll do my best to make my guys and the clans proud.

Standing here surrounded by my seven wonderful guys, with all the vampire clans toasting to me, I'm filled with pride. In this moment, and all the moments that are to come, I'll always be proud to be the vampires human.

Felix smiled down at me, still with his arm wrapped around my waist. I glanced behind us, the rest of my guys were also standing, giving me looks of adoration. Lucifer kicked off the wall, walking towards me.

He and Felix shared a look before Lucifer gently nodded at me, gesturing that it's time for us to go. Yay! No disrespect towards the clans, but it's a lot of pressure having so many eyes on me at once.

Felix let go of my waist, and Lucifer instantly grabbed my hand. Felix turned his body, somewhat blocking me from the crowd as he spoke. "Go be good for Lucifer, baby. I'll see you at dinner, okay?" He said gently.

I smiled up at him, "Okay daddy."

The room got deathly quiet, and I didn't understand why. Just a second ago everyone was having their own hushed conversations. Now, not a word.

A few seconds passed before the crowd slowly started to whisper until there were snickers, laughs, gasps, and a million conversations that I couldn't quite hear.

"Did she just-"

"Am I attracted to this?

"I knew it."

"Something tells me she doesn't know."

I could barely hear complete sentences with the amount of voices that started. What happened? I caught a glimpse of Sebastian and Ramsey, both of them nudging each other excitedly, like they had some kind of inside joke.

Felix pressed his lips together, looking at me with a mixture of pain and love. It's the same look Theo gave me when I asked him what jerking off was, and when I asked Jason what a condom is. He gave Lucifer a quick look.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was in Lucifers room. "Woah," I gasped at the insane speed, and comforting new environment. Lucifer dropped me on his bed, an amused smirk on his lips. "What happened?" I asked, still confused. I can still hear muffled voices coming from downstairs.

Lucifer shook his head, "Don't worry about it, kitten," he dismissed. He sat down next to me, and I got nervous at the close proximity.

He leaned forward, his nose brushing against mine, his minty cool breath fanning across my lips, "You're mine for the next few hours. What should I do with you?" He asked lowly, his lips millimeters away from a kiss.

Heaven help me. I widened my eyes, my heart hammering in my chest, and my girly parts. My mind went blank and I said the first thing that came to mind, "I-I have homework."

His hand ran up my thigh, slowly teasing me. His tongue softly licked my lips, gently wetting them. My core clenched as my eyes started to flutter close. My legs started to spread on their own, craving his touch between my legs.

His hand left my thigh, making me open my eyes. What's the hold up?

Lucifer was smirking at me, a cruel look in his eyes that I've seen before. His dark hooded eyes traveled down my body before he locked eyes with me. "Let's play a game, kitten."

~•~

Lucifer fucked me slowly from behind, as I tried my absolute hardest to figure out how to make this chemistry equation balance.

It's been half an hour, four orgasms, and only six problems solved. We're in the butcher shop, much to my dismay. This room makes me anxious- or getting into the room makes me anxious. I'm still not a fan of the creepy hallway of death. Lucifer explained that this is the only soundproof room in the house though, and I'd rather be in here than have 300 vampires hear us. As long as the secret door is closed on the other end of the creepy hall of death, no one can hear us.

The game is simple- or so I thought before we started. All I have to do is finish my chemistry homework... while he fucks me. When he proposed it, I agreed because I was horny and not thinking clearly. Now, I'm struggling. I can't think at all.

My books and notes are in front of me, between my elbows. I'm on my knees with my ass in the air. If I can't finish the ten champs try problems I have, he wins. And if I somehow manage to complete all ten, I win. The prize; Quins leftover strawberry crepes that I didn't know about.

I'm determined to win this time, my sugary dessert is on the line. If I know Lucifer, and I do, he's not giving in easily either. He loves torture, and he loves sweets.

I moaned, fighting to keep my eyes open as I wrote on my paper. Homework is ruined for me, forever. At first this was encouraging, and I actually enjoyed doing my homework for the first time ever. Now, I'm dying for the equations to just solve themselves.

He kept his thrusts slow, yet hard, hitting what feels like my stomach with every single stroke. "Awe kitten, is it too hard for you?" Lucifer teased.

"Yes!" I called out, helplessly hovering over my homework. "You're being too rough, daddy," I pouted, hoping he'd ease up enough for me to finish the last four problems.

I felt his big hand massage my ass as he suddenly pulled out of me. I sighed, taking a second to compose myself. My heart is pounding and a sheet of sweat covered my naked body.

He gave my ass a harsh slap, and I whimpered, turning to look at him.

He was already giving me a stern look as I locked eyes with him. He ran a single finger down my slit before pushing it into me, making me shiver. "Don't mind me. Be a good little girl and do your fucking homework," he threatened.

He curled his finger inside me and I gasped, quickly turning back around. I tried to rush through problems, knowing I probably don't have long before he's fucking me again.

I got through three problems as he quite literally played with my pussy, teasing me. He seems to be enjoying himself, but I'm dying. I'm so close to finishing the last problem, and cumming. But at his pace, he won't let me.

My eyes went wide and I dropped my pen, feeling his mouth on my clit. I cried out in pleasure, "Daddy," I moaned lowly.

"Mmm, you taste so good, baby," he rasped out. He sucked on my clit harshly, causing waves of torturous pleasure to ripple through me.

A string of moans escaped my lips as his tongue slid into me. "Oh shit," I panted out. My body rocked back on its own, pushing my pussy onto his face.

He hummed in delight, wrapping his arm around my thighs and pulling me closer to him, "Good girl, fuck yourself on my tongue."

My hand shook as I picked up the pen, rocking my hips back onto him. He expertly shifted between tongue fucking my pussy and sucking my clit, pushing me other the edge. The mixture of penetration and stimulation was too much for me. I came for the fifth time, crying out in pleasure as he continued licking me.

I screamed, my voice echoing through the room as I felt a slight pinch, followed by an intense orgasm.

I collapsed on the bed as he held my thighs up, greedily drinking from me. He let out a low moan, slowly pulling his head away from my thigh.

I turned around, shifting onto my back as I stared at him, my chest rapidly falling up and down. "You bit me," I commented. He never has before, and he looks kind of scary. His eyes are bright red, and slowly eyeing my body.

His eyes fell to my thigh before he gently ran his finger down it where he big me. I winced, but my back arched off the bed with anticipation. He lifted his finger, and I saw crimson red blood on it.

His eyes flashed with something that I haven't seen before. Curiosity? Lust? Cruelty? I don't know, but it's scary.

"Open," he ordered, glancing at my lips.

I widened my eyes, absolute shock flowing through me. "W-what?" I asked, surely I must have misheard him.

He leaned forward, his giant body looming over mine. I watched as he gently ran his finger over my bottom lip, painting it with my blood. He slowly licked the blood off my lip, parting my lips with his tongue. "Open your mouth," he said firmly.

My back arched off the bed, and I did what I was told. I parted my lips, locking eyes with him as he stuck his finger in my mouth, "Suck," he smirked.

My blood ran cold, but I was strangely okay with this. It's my blood, and this is shockingly hot. Should I be this wet? No. Am I? Yup. Sicko.

I wrapped my lips around his finger and licked the blood off of it. It was irony, and somewhat familiar. I've gotten paper cuts before where I've stuck my finger in my mouth to get the blood off. It's no different.

Lucifer tilted his head to the side as he watched me darkly. He moaned, pulling his finger out of my mouth and devouring my lips with his own.

I didn't have time to even make a sound before his tongue was in my mouth, licking and sucking me tongue. My arousal was seeping out of me, and I was craving him again. I reached down between us as he kissed me like his life depended on it. I grabbed his dick and aligned it with my hole. "Fuck me, daddy."

He broke away from the kiss, wrapping his hand around my throat and plunging his dick into me. We both let out a low moan, needing this.

Lucifer wasted no time as he began viciously thrusting into me, his firm grip on my neck holding me in place as he used me.

"You're drenched, kitten," he said. "Does that turn you on? Having me lick your blood out of your dirty little mouth," he rasped out, using his other hand to pinch my nipple.

I bit my lip, looking up at him as I nodded.

He pounded into me a few times hard enough to shake the bed and I cried out. "Words, baby," he smirked.

I felt my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. "Uhu," I moaned.

I watched him with dreamy eyes, eyeing his toned torso and muscular chest. I whimpered as my core clenched around him, "Daddy you're going to make me cum," I warned.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Not yet, kitten." His thrusts sped up, getting sloppier as he approached his release as well.

Tears pricked my eyes as I fought to hold it in. "Please," I begged.

The beginning of a smirk started on his lips before his face twisted with pleasure as he spilled his cum inside me. "Cum for daddy's cock, kitten," he groaned.

I came instantly, whimpers and moans filling the room as we came. My head fell back as I caught my breath. "I won," I panted.

Lucifer pulled out of me, and I leaked onto the bed. He pushed his eyebrows together in confusion, picking up my homework. He raised his eyebrows, seeing that I did, in fact, win.

He was having so much fun eating me out earlier, I had a feeling he wasn't paying much attention to my thoughts, and powered through to finish it. I gave him a sweet smile, "I beat you at your own game," I teased.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, "Careful, kitten. I still have my reward from last time."

Oh crap. I almost forgot about that. I bit my lip as I looked up at him with my big doe eyes, "Have I mentioned that I love you?" I said sweetly.

He softly nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Every day."

~•~

I wrapped my arms around Duke, hugging him to me, "Hi," I smiled up at him. Their meeting is over for the day, and Lucifer just brought me downstairs.

He kissed my forehead, wrapping his arms around my back, "Hello beautiful," he smiled. "How was your day?" He asked.

Oh. I shrugged, "It was good. I got breakfast with Dane, had a good day at school, Felix said all those nice things about me, then Lucifer helped me with my homework," I twisted the truth a bit.

He raised his eyebrows at me, "Mhm, I saw the video of you and Dane eating breakfast," he gave me a pointed look and I blushed.

I averted my eyes, but saw Dimitri, Sebastian, Ramsey, and a few others still here. I can see them far down the hall, talking to Eugene and Theo. "Uh, Duke?" I grabbed onto his shirt, gesturing go the vampires. I thought they all left for the night?

He read his hand through my hair, "Oh, Quin invited them to stay for dinner. If you're not okay with it, I'll have them leave-"

"No, it's okay." I said quickly. The only friends my guys have is each other, really. I think it'll be good for them to catch up with their other friends. Also, I selfishly want to see what they're like around their friends. And what their friends are like too. I smiled up at him, "What's for dinner?"

I was scooped out of Dukes arms, and thrown over Quins shoulder as he carried me to the kitchen, making me giggle. "Whatever you want, doll."

"Hmm," I thought. "Alfredo?" I suggested. I'm hungry, anything sounds good right now.

He sat me down on the counter in my usual corner, "Angel hair or rigatoni?" He asked.

"Angel," I answered.

"This is so domestic, I'm gonna barf," I snapped my eyes to a man I haven't met yet. He has sand blond hair, and a permanently annoyed expression.

I blushed, feeling out of place. I slid down from where I sat on the counter, standing next to it now.

Quin smirked at the man, "You never cook, Clarence?" He shot back. Quin was moving around the kitchen, gathering ingredients for the Alfredo. He casually picked me up and put me back on the counter, as he passed.

Clarence took a seat on one of the barstools, resting his cheek on his fist as he watched us, "I have no one to cook for," he shrugged.

That's kind of sad. I bit the inside of my lip, not knowing if I should join in on their conversation, or sit here like a social recluse. The second option is tempting.

Quin gave him a small nod, "Cook for your clan?" He suggested.

Clarence cringed, "No. I'm around them enough as it is. I'm going on a business trip soon, maybe I'll take up cooking classes for myself," he thought.

He glanced at me, "Where's Lucifer?" He asked.

Lucifer went back up to his room after handing me to Duke. "Around," I vaguely answered. He likes his privacy, I doubt he wants people to know that here he is.

Clarence looked amused, "He's probably lurking in a dark corner somewhere. Such a closet emo," he and Quin chuckled. I can't argue with that.

"How is good old Lucifer, I haven't seen him in... 750 years?" He added.

Quin shrugged, "Still a pain in the ass."

"He is not," I defended.

Quin tilted his head at me, "Not to you. None of us want to sit in the ballroom all day going over boring shit with the clans, doll. He got the fun part."

I blushed, softly shaking my head at Quin. Now's not the time for dirty jokes. "Tomorrow I'm going to have him go through the library with me and alphabetize the books. Is that what you mean by fun?" I shot back.

"At least it's not me!" Theo yelled from across the house.

Quin pushed his eyebrows together, "We have thousands of books, doll. It will take years to go through them all," he explained.

Years for a normal person. Organizing is my specialty.

"Káti myrízei nóstima! Kai den miláo gia tin prinkípissa," Dimitri walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

"Are we all just supposed to speak Greek now?" Clarence mumbled. He looked over his shoulder, "English bro, English."

Dimitri put his hands up in surrender, "My apologies, I forget," he said in a thick accent. "Quin are you not going to introduce me to your girl?" He cocked a playful eyebrow at him.

I like him.

I raised my eyebrows at Quin, pressing my lips together. He never introduced me to Clarence either.

Quin stopped seasoning the chicken and turned to look at the three of us. "Was Felix's massive speech earlier not an introduction?" He asked.

Clarence and I let out a small laugh. I can speak for myself anyways. I smiled at Dimitri, "Hi, I'm Elora."

His eyes lit up as he approached me, "Yes, I know your name, my dear. Tell me about yourself," he said as he stood in front of me, intrigue written all over his face.

Uh. I peeked at Quin, seeing an amused expression. "Like what?" I asked. I don't like talking about myself.

Dimitri shrugged, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen-"

"Thank the heavens," he let out a breath, sending Quin a cheeky grin.

I widened my eyes, trying to think of anything to change the subject. "You can see people's auras, right?" I asked.

"Don't get him started, he'll never shut up," Clarence gave me a look.

I grinned, "What does mine look like?" I asked curiously.

Dimitri smiled, leaning against the counter next to me, "People have a misconstrued idea of what an aura is. There are no colors or orbs hanging above your head," he started. "Many think that if you were a bad person, you have a red fog around your head, yes?" He continued. I nodded, that's what I thought. "But there are many bad people in the world, yes?" I nodded. "No two souls are the same. Someone's aura is a feeling. I don't see, I feel. Do you understand?" He asked, his accent becoming thicker the more he spoke.

I blinked up at him, putting my thoughts together. "So, you can feel people's souls?" I summarized.

He smiled, "Yes. You asked what your soul looks like. I can paint a faint picture in my mind of your life, but I don't know the details. I know how you feel, and that, my dear, is what makes up a persons aura," he explained.

"If someone feels sad all the time, their soul is sad?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yes. But as life changes, your feelings change. Souls are not consistent, they're ever changing with life's experiences." He smiled at me, "Tell me why you spent the first few years of your life in fear."

"Dimitri," Quin warned.