ELORA

by Beanie Harper

“She’s less fragile than you think,”

Obviously, we weren’t going to break her–we would just make her cry and scream for a few hours.

I got a stone, I got kisses, and I got to organize!

You got fucked! Your gonna get fucked! -Chloe

“Hi, Daddy,” I tried to say sweetly as I looked up at Felix through my lashes, but my voice came out small and scared. He smirked, his thumb pulling my bottom lip down. “Awe, Baby,” he pushed his eyebrows together, giving me a false look of sympathy. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against my lips, “That’s not going to work,” he whispered.

“Daddy,” I moaned. “Daddy’s cumming, Baby,” he moaned. “Fuck you’re going to milk my cock of everything I have.”

“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.”

Instead of the devil on my shoulder, I had Lucifer; and he was much dirtier.

Willow sighed and nudged me. “I’m sorry. I’ve just had a lot going on lately. You wouldn’t understand,” she smiled at me. Uh. Okay? I always have a lot going on, too. I wasn’t in a competition with her, so I figured it was best not to comment on it. “Don’t worry about it,” I dismissed.

No shit. I hated this official clan talk. If it were up to me, I’d eradicate all ranks and have vampires, werewolves, and rogues all slaughter each other without remorse or order. Everyone I cared about would be just fine, and the population of people who annoyed me would half. Natural selection would take its course.

Fuck, I wanted to make a mess out of her. She was so innocent and sweet; that made it so much better. The poor baby walked around most days with her pussy dripping, doing what she was told like a good girl. I didn’t think she knew how twisted and kinky the things she’d already done and the things I was going to make her do were. I smirked at the thought.

“I’m spinning,” she mumbled to no one in particular. “My pussy has a heartbeat,” she added.

She was always horny, she tried to pretend she wasn’t, but I knew how dirty her thoughts were.

She giggled, wincing as she held her stomach. She blinked slowly, smirking at Duke. “Give me dick or cookies,” she said bluntly. She pointed to her mouth, then her crotch. “Fill one hole or the other,” she slurred.

“One more word and I’ll fuck your throat raw tomorr–” “Which word would you like?” She grinned. “I know lots of them,”

“How the heck did I run out of words?” She asked herself. “I can’t think of any more words,” she raised her hands to cover her eyes as she suddenly got emotional.

Felix shifted my body, so I was lying on the pillows again. His thumbs ran under my eyes, wiping away tears. “You’re the most beautiful disaster I’ve ever seen,” he eyed me cautiously for a few moments. “Now, get on your knees and put your face in the pillow so Duke can have his turn with your filthy little pussy,” He cocked an eyebrow at me.

My poor pussy definitely got used and abused today, and they weren’t even done with me.

...Lucifer scared me.

“You’re beautiful, Elora,” he said so seriously that it took me by surprise. My tears slowed as I lifted my brows. “Huh?” I questioned softly. “You’re beautiful in every way possible. You’re kind and patient; you don’t have a mean bone in your body,” he whispered. “You made me believe that someone can be kind without malicious intent. That happiness is real and not something people made up. You taught me what life is, what it means to live,” his thumb rubbed my lower back where he held me. “You’re so beautiful,” he repeated.

The last time he had a bottle of lotion, he put his ding-a-ling in my ass.

The rest of us had our own plans. I stood at the stove, waiting for water to boil so she could have hot chocolate with the crêpes Quin made for her. Theo was making Eugene help him with some kind of blanket cave. Dane has soothing lotion to soothe her ass–her cute little ass that was perfectly marked with my handprints.

He pressed his lips together, an amused grin trying to overtake his features. “Smalls, I’m going to pray for you because I think I just figured out why you’re limping,” he muttered. “I fell!” “On a dick?” Yup. Sure did. Seven of them.

“One more question,” I started. “Do you have a crown?” I smirked at him, a string of giggles escaping my lips. The thought of Felix in some big ridiculous fancy hat was almost unimaginable. He was such a big guy; he’d look goofy with a crown. Fighting back a laugh of his own, he grinned. “No,” he answered. “But I’ll gladly have you sit on my face. Make me your throne, and you’ll be my crown.”

Dane smacked my ass before palming my cheeks. “Fuck, Baby, your little cunt is throbbing for me,” he rasped out. The car was shaking with every thrust, and I hoped no one else decided to have an early breakfast this morning. I came quickly, unable to take his violent thrusts. “Dadd–Dane,” I moaned absentmindedly. Dane chuckled evilly. “Awe, Angel, is this too much for you, little baby? Is it getting hard to think?” He teased. A string of moans escaped my lips as I blushed. My thighs were shaking, and I was fighting to keep them from giving out. “I–I don’t have an attitude a–anymore!” I cried out. He didn’t slow down, giving me no time between orgasms. “What happened, Baby? You wanted me to fuck your brains out for an hour, didn’t you?” Whimpers and pants were my response as I nodded my head. What was I thinking? I couldn’t take an hour of this! He pulled me flush against his groin, bending down, his lips next to my ear. “Now, are you going to keep acting like a spoiled little slut, or are you going to behave like my good girl and have a nice breakfast with me?” He challenged as he gave another hard thrust. My eyes rolled back as I flinched. “I’m your good girl,” I panted out, looking behind me at him with glossy, rounded eyes.

“Have I mentioned that I love the short skirts and dresses you always wear?” He flirted. “Cute and functional. You know I purposely wear them to tease you, right?” Chuckling, he lifted his brows. “Let’s get some food in you, my little nympho,” he opened the door, holding his hand out to me. “I have a suspicion that you’re hangry.” I pressed my lips together and raised my eyebrows as I exited the car. Huh, I was hangry.

Unfuckwithable,

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

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

“Um, what about cleaning up?” I asked. They always washed me up before letting me sleep. Felix smirked. “In the morning, Baby. Your little pussy is going to keep Daddy’s cock warm all night long.” He gently pushed my ass down, making his dick hit something sensitive after my orgasm, and I whimpered. “Now, sleep before I keep you up all night,” he warned. I rested my head back down on him, cuddling further into him. I loved this.

I fucking wish. -Chloe

He shrugged. “Compared to mind control, talking to animals, seeing people’s souls, telekinesis, weather manipulation, or teleportation... my gift is almost useless.”

The foreshaadowing I didnt catch the first time. -Chloe

My soulmates were seven vampires, and my best friend was a werewolf. What was next? Was my birth mother a leprechaun?

Nothing made me happier than knowing she was comfortable enough with us that she could learn to be comfortable with herself.

“Are you okay with this, Baby?” He asked. She nodded. “Uh-huh,” she looked back at me. “Her exact thoughts were, ‘Use me like a teeter-totter.’ Just thought I’d share,” Lucifer said, and I almost laughed. She thinks that, yet all she said was ‘uh-huh.’

“How are you going to be so ugly and mean?! Pick one!” She pointed a finger down at him. “Oh, I wish you were alive so I could yell at you!” She kicked him.

“I love you.” He grinned down at me. “I love you more.”

My shoulders were grabbed, and I was spun around to Theo, who had a massive grin. “I’d like to submit my resume for the position of husband number one,” he said, making me giggle. “I’ll always make you laugh, give you at least an orgasm a day–” “Theo,” I laughed, shaking my head at him. He grinned mischievously, kneeling down and opening his box. I widened my eyes at the massive diamond ring that was bigger than the pad of my finger. Of course, he bought me the most extravagant ring he could find–it was very on-brand for him, and I loved it. “So when it’s your day of the week to wear my ring, you’ll see how big it is and remember who has the biggest dick,” he said, somehow making the sentence sound wholesome. All my other guys collectively sighed, sending him a stern look. Oh, I loved him to bits.

I understood this was really bad and killing people by accident was unacceptable, but sometimes I couldn’t help it.

Stupid hot evil dreamy scary he devils.

I deserved nothing less than mind-numbing, earth-crumbling sex (so says Theo).

“Elora,” Quin whispered. His quiet voice and the running faucet would make it hard for the others to hear him. “I remember what it’s like to dream now. I dreamt of you.”

“Alright, that’s it, we’re cockblocking,” Seb grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from Theo.

“Kaló parádeiso, aftó to korítsi treláthike. To agapó!”

Beanie: “What do I put on my about the author page?” Beanie’s Husband (AKA: “The Inspiration”): “Hi, I’m Beanie Harper. There’s two things I love in this world: rock hard cocks and minerals. I’ve put my blood and sweat into this book for your personal enjoyment. Sit back, relax, and prepare to have soggy fingers.”