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Elora

Lucifer was with me in the kitchen, watching me eat breakfast as he ate candy. I was wearing a pretty pink skirt and white crop top. The house is already filled with the clans, but they're all in the ballroom.

"Guess what?" I asked.

He looked up at me.

"I'm going to make you all bracelets," I said excitedly. I have this little kit that I've had under my bed for years. It has tons of little beads. We need something to do other than have sex today. After last night, I'm a bit sore. I definitely need a day to recuperate.

Lucifer looked bored, "Bracelets?" He repeated.

I nodded, "Uhu. You'll wear it, right?" I gave him a pointed look.

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's it for?" He sounded skeptical, like wearing a bracelet would risk sacrificing his dark aesthetic.

I walked over and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, "So people know that you're mine when you wear it. Girls really like to talk to you guys," I pouted. I'm tired of girls making googly eyes at what's mine.

He smirked, grabbing my face with one of his giant hands, smooshing my lips. "I like you when your jealous," he rasped out, placing a soft, passionate kiss against my lips.

My eyes fluttered closed, and my panties were instantly wet. His tongue licked my bottom lip before he pulled it between his teeth. I gasped at the pinch, and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth.

Fighting the urge to moan, I pressed my thighs together. Okay maybe we can have a little sexy time today, but we're still making bracelets!

The heavy kitchen door opened with a thud, and I jumped away from Lucifer. I pulled away from his yummy lips. In my full panic mode, I grabbed his hand and started counting his fingers. "Two, three, four, five," I blushed. I think I played that off nicely.

I glanced behind us at Clarence. He was walking towards the fridge, shooting me a pointed look, "Smooth," he gave me a thumbs up.

I averted my eyes quickly, looking at Lucifer. His calculating eyes were digging into my skin. "Just making sure they're all there?" He teased.

I pressed my lips together, "Yup..." Why am I like this. So we were making out, why should I care if anyone sees? That's much better than phony finger counting. Dumb Elora, do better.

Clearance cleared his throat, looking at Lucifer, "Gavin didn't show," he said.

Good riddance. That guy and his friend, Zion are class A creeps. They just give off a bad vibe, I can't explain it.

Lucifer nodded, "Theo will find him," he assured.

I cocked an eyebrow, "Why would Theo need to find him?" Todays the last day of their meeting, one missing vampire won't hurt anything. The further away his grubby little hands are, the better.

Realization of how many people are in here touching our stuff dawned on me. Oh god, it's going to take days and lots of bleach to get rid of their germs. Yesterday I saw one of them touch the sliding glass door with his bare hand! Doesn't he know that will leave a smudge. I guess that just goes to show, it doesn't matter how long someone's been alive. Men don't know manors. Well... every man besides my guys, I'm incredibly bias.

Lucifer sat me down and stood up, "Because I said so," he responded bluntly.

I bit back a grin, my dirty rotten mind liking the tone of authority in his voice. Okay daddy...

Man, he really shouldn't have made out with me like that. I'm easily turned on and he knows it. He devil.

Lucifer shot me a warning look quickly and I looked away. Whoops?

Clarence ran his hand through his hair, "I still don't understand why he'd leave so suddenly. It's not like he knows anyone else, we're all here."

Lucifer looked bored as he shrugged.

"I think you're brushing this off too easily," Clarence mumbled as he walked out of the kitchen.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, "Always so dramatic," he sighed.

I giggled, remembering his rant about how much he hates being around the clans because it's too much 'official clan talk'. He really wants nothing to do with it. "You're not worried?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I have no reason to be. Gavin doesn't have the capability to do anything."

I can't argue with that. Although I'm not exactly sure what he's referring to. Quin explained to me a long time ago that they're pretty much invincible. No one will go against them because they're too strong. As long as they're not worried, neither am I. I trust them.

"Good morning, love," Eugene walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my back into his torso. "You look stunning, as usual," he kissed the top of my head.

I smiled at his charm. "Will you ever stop flirting with-"

"No," he interrupted, making me laugh. Good, I love it.

He pulled away from me, sitting on a stool and pulling me me between his legs. "I heard you mention bracelets?" He looked intrigued.

"Uhu," I nodded, "So that people know you're mine," I squeezed his hands.

"Would you like something from us? I'm getting tired of little boys throwing themselves at your feet," he smirked.

"You'd make me a bracelet too?" I beamed up at him. I would love that! Anything they give me is special, but it would be really cool if we all had matching love bracelets.

He took a breath, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a second. "How would you feel about something more permanent?" He ran his thumb over my left hand. "Something better than bracelets?" He looked between my eyes. I've only seen Eugene look nervous a handful of times, but this is one of them.

Oh god. Is he suggesting...

I cringed, "Eugene, I don't know. No offense, but I don't think I'd ever agree to that," I tried to let him down easily.

He blinked slowly, his eyes widening with shock, as he turned to Lucifer and gave him a look. Lucifer also looked confused and very offended. "Elora you better start thinking in full sentences," he warned.

I pushed my eyebrows together, "I'm sorry, I just don't want a tattoo, it's not my thing," I defended. Eugene said permanent, that just makes me think he wants me to get their names tattooed on me or something. No way. I love them, but no.

Lucifer turned around quickly, running his hand through his hair. Eugene visibly relaxed, his shoulders gently slouching. He let out a small laugh looking relieved, "I didn't mean a tattoo, love- you know what, never mind," he winked. "It'll just be a surprise," he grinned.

Huh? Are they getting tattoos? I'm so lost. This gathering must really be exhausting him because I have no idea what he's rambling about. I nervously chuckled, "Yeah... maybe you should just hang out with us today," I suggested, rubbing my hand up and down his arm. Poor Eugene.

His gaze landed on my hand. He pressed his lips together, "You know I would if I could. But not everyone can slack off like Lucifer," he smirked at Lucifer.

Lucifers mouth turned up into a smug grin, "Jealous?"

Eugene turned to me, eyeing me up and down with a hungry look in his eyes that made me blush, "Insanely." He stood up with a sigh, "I like blue and green," he suddenly said.

I pushed my eyebrows together. Okay...? Uh oh he's losing it. I gave him a sheepish smile, "And I like pink and cream," I slowly nodded, trying to be empathetic.

He chuckled, "For my bracelet, Elora," he gave me a pointed look.

I let out a breath, "Oh right." Thank goodness, I was getting worried about him for a second. I crossed my arms across my tummy, "You know, you can't blame me for thinking you lost your marbles for a second. You're rambling about who knows what. Not to mention you're thousands of years old, you're probably due for a mental breakdown," I said quickly.

Eugene and Lucifer gave each other another look before they chuckled.

Maybe I'm the slow one today? I feel like things are just flying over my head left and right.

~•~

"Come on, it's fun!" I nudged Lucifer again. I've finished three bracelets so far, and he's still working on one. He's not into this at all, and it's kinda funny. I told him he can make me one, so he's working on mine.

We're in my room on my bed. Beads and plastic strings were all around us. I may have made a slight mess, but that's okay. I just get to reorganize it once we're done. Everyone knows the best part of making a mess is cleaning up after.

He gave me a sharp look, "I don't need a bracelet for everyone to know you're mine," he informed.

I set my bracelet down on the bed and climbed into his lap, straddling his waist. "So you're not making me a bracelet?" I deadpanned.

He slowly looked down at my thighs, his big hands running up and down them. He shook his head, no. "Do you trust me?" He asked.

I nodded. With my life.

A satisfied, yet dark shadow fell over his eyes. He flipped us over, hovering over me. He kissed my lips quickly before he moved to my cheek, chin, neck, the valley between my breasts, my belly where my top rode up, until his lips were on my thighs. My body was burning, the anticipation making me squirm.

He lifted my skirt, leaving my thighs bare, and my pink undies covering me. His rough lips left wet trails as he kissed and licked my inner thigh.

Soft moans left me as I watched him, propped up on my elbows. "Daddy," I whimpered as he licked my clit through my undies.

I barely noticed him reach until his pocket and grab a small pocket knife.

He pulled away from me slightly, leaving my body aching for more. I watched him carefully. He didn't break eye contact with me as he pressed a button on the tool and a sharp knife popped out, only as big as my finger.

I tensed, "What are you doing?"

He somehow managed to look genuinely happy without breaking a smile. His eyes were gleaming with pleasure. "I told you, I don't need a bracelet to let the world know you're mine," he started. He got an evil, delicious look in his eyes as he licked my thigh again, "My initial carved into your thigh will be perfectly clear."

My lips parted, a slight wave of fear shot through me. My body has surprised me a lot in the past few months. I've been turned on by things I shouldn't. But this, this one is probably the one I'm most ashamed of. He threatened to cut me, whilst looking happy about it... and I want him to.

"I-it won't hurt too badly, will it?" I asked.

He grinned, placing the flat end of the blade against my thigh. The metal is cold against my skin, making my back arch. "It depends on how badly I want to hurt you, kitten" he rasped out.

I gasped as he turned the knife, the blade against my skin, but he didn't press hard enough to puncture skin. If Duke knew we were doing this he'd be so angry, despite me being okay with it. "Don't tell Duke," I whispered.

He smirked at me before he scuffed his hand, his eyes now focused on the blade against my skin. The tip of the knife gently pierced my thigh, and adrenaline flooded over me. It hurt, but something about it felt like ecstasy, and I found myself letting out a small moan.

My eyes were glued to him as he cut a thin, shallow cut in my skin. He hummed in satisfaction as he cut another line, making an L in my skin. Lucifer looked at it for a few seconds, fascination obvious in his gaze.

It was small, no bigger than the pad of my thumb, and could be mistaken for a scratch at a 90° angle if someone didn't know. But we'll always know, and I love that.

A gentle stream of blood trickled out of the cut, and Lucifer moaned.

His eyes shifted to me as he licked the blood. He wrapped his lips around my mark and sucked. I moaned, feeling overwhelmed at all the new sensations.

After a few minutes of him enjoying himself, getting the small amount of blood that came from the shallow cut, he pulled away.

He pushed his eyebrows together, suddenly sitting up and looking at me.

His change of behavior threw me for a loop. "What?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "I can't hear your thoughts, or the mind link," he answered, but his voice sounded far off, like he was speaking to himself.

I raised my eyebrows, not understanding. "Are you okay? I can text Dane," I fixed my skirt, sitting up next to him. Has this happened to him before? He doesn't seem alarmed, just confused.

His eyes roamed my face, blinking slowly. His body jolted, like he was about to fall backwards but caught himself.

Somethings very wrong... Lucifer never acts like this. I stood up, grabbing his face, "Lucifer?" I questioned. "Tell me what's going on, you're freaking me out," I said, my heart starting to hammer.

A sudden look of realization flashed across his face. He stood up quickly, but stumbled backward and fell onto his back, on my bed. "Elo- get-" he looked panicked, but couldn't get the words out.

My heart dropped. What's wrong with him? My eyes welled with tears, but antic taking over me. "It'll be okay, I'm going to go get Dane," I rushed out. He can't move his body, he can't speak, he can't even access his gift or their mind link.

I gave him a quick once over, making sure there were no wounds on him. I don't understand, this shouldn't be possible. Nothing happened! He was next to me the entire time, no one was remotely close to us.

I rushed to open my door, not caring about breaking his rule. He needs help, and I don't care what stupid vampires I'll have to stumble over to get to one of my guys.

I gasped in relief, seeing a family face a few feet outside my door. "Anton, please come help," I started, my voice coming out shaky.

He slowly looked up at me, then behind me into my room. "What happened?" He asked gently.

Leaving Lucifer alone is a bad idea. I can trust Anton to watch him while I get help. The last thing I want to do is yell. Lucifer is prideful and I know he wouldn't want the clans seeing him like this.

I lead Anton into my room, "I don't know, he just collapsed- please just stay here and make sure no one hurts him," I instructed, my mind racing with the worst possible scenarios.

Anton stood over my bed, looking down at Lucifer. He cocked an eyebrow, "He can't move or speak?" He questioned, his voice sounding too calm for my liking.

I stopped moving, my gaze locking on on Antons stare on Lucifer. I didn't mention that he can't speak...

My blood ran cold. There's nothing that can hurt a vampire except an herb. An herb that went extinct hundreds of years ago. Shortly after drinking my blood, this happened to him.

Anton wasn't being bashful and shy yesterday like I thought he was. He was nervous.

The raspberry he made me had that herb in it. He must have known Lucifer would drink from me. Why else would he be outside my door?

Jason wasn't growling at Duke. He was trying to protect me from Anton, who was standing behind him. He must have somehow known Anton was a threat to me.

Lucifer's not the one in danger. I am. It's a trap.

Anyon slowly turned around, his eyes meeting my teary ones with confidence. "I did say my gift is almost useless," he said quietly, confirming my worst nightmare.

I opened my mouth, a scream for help on the top of my tongue. He reached me quickly, covering my mouth and nose with his big hand. I thrashed, trying to make any noise at all so someone would hear and help us.

Tears were streaming down my face as I cried. My body shook in his disgusting arms, fighting to break away.

Lucifers eyes held so much emotion as he laid there and watched. Guilt and regret. This isn't his fault...

My struggling was futile, and before I knew it, I was no longer in my room.