EB Chapter 65: Part 2
"For something extraordinary," Vlad replies, his voice a husky promise, his lips brushing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Thankfully nothing caught fire besides our lust. They ravaged me in bed and our poor sheets paid the ultimate price.
After such an eventful day with Vlad and Eric, I was looking forward to a bit of relaxation.Bael appears like a shadow in the moonlight, his presence a quiet storm. He kneels beside the tub during my midnight bath, his dark hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyes piercing through the shadows. "You're breathtaking," he murmurs, his voice a whisper against my skin, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers of anticipation through me. His hands slide into the water, cupping my breasts, his touch both gentle and possessive.
"Bael," I breathe, arching into him, my body yearning for more. But he teases, his lips brushing mine before pulling away, leaving me wanting, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
He smirks. “Sorry love, but if you want more, you will have to find me.” Then he disappears in a puff of smoke. I sigh. Fucking Demons! I finish washing my hair and dry off before I get dressed and then hunt for my naughty Demon King.
The next day, Brandon's turn comes with a burst of laughter and a feather, his playful spirit infectious. He chases me through the halls, his laughter ringing out, his agility keeping him just out of reach. Finally, he corners me, pressing the feather against my lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Gotcha," he says, his voice low and teasing. I laugh, breathless, but my laughter catches in my throat as he trails the feather down my neck, his touch light and tantalizing. His hand follows, his fingers brushing my skin, sending sparks of desire through me. “Eva, let’s find a place.”
As we were walking to find a good spot to fuck I noticed Katie's decorations. They are everywhere now. Also her hints have grown more blatant with each passing day. She's a constant presence, her clipboard a prop in this grand theater. "Everything's falling into place perfectly," she says, her voice dripping with innuendo. I roll my eyes, but my heart races as I wonder what grand scheme she's orchestrating. The guys' shared smirks linger in my mind, their thoughts still a tantalizing mystery.
It's Brandon's latest prank that leaves me breathless, my chest heaving as I lean against the wall, my heart pounding. I've just discovered a white dress hidden in Katie's bag, its presence a silent revelation. My mind races, connecting the dots, and I feel a flutter in my chest, a mix of excitement and trepidation. What if this isn't just a game? The guys' shared smirk lingers in my memory, and I know, deep down, that whatever they're planning will change everything.
The garden falls silent, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting the world in a golden glow. I stand there, the feather still clutched in my hand, the scent of lavender and Brandon's cologne lingering on my skin. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and I know that the question hanging in the air is not just about the dress, but about the future, about the eternity they're offering.
The days leading up to their revelation are a blur of sensations, a tapestry of laughter, heat, and distraction. They know I can read their minds, so they fill my thoughts with something primal, something that clouds my ability to see clearly. Sam's whispered promises send shivers down my spine, his lips brushing my ear as he dares me to guess what's coming. Vincent's strip poker games leave me flushed and wanting, his smirk a challenge I can't resist. Eric's hands roam boldly, his touch a deliberate distraction, while Vlad's dark humor turns every moment into a prank, his laughter echoing in my mind. Bael's quiet intensity draws me in, his gaze a silent challenge, and Brandon's playful dominance keeps me off-balance, his kisses stealing my breath.
Katie drags me to fittings, tastings, and endless errands, her chatter a deliberate smokescreen. She knows, of course—she's in on it—but her role is to keep me busy, to keep me from digging too deep. The sexual games escalate, each moment hotter than the last. Sam pins me against the wall, his mouth hungry on mine, while Vincent watches, his eyes dark with desire. Eric's fingers trace patterns on my skin, his touch a promise of more. Vlad's lips curve into a wicked grin as he dares me to take the lead, Bael's presence a steady, irresistible pull, and Brandon's hands grip me firmly, his control a thrill I can't resist.
The tension builds, the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. They're planning something—I can feel it, even if I can't quite grasp it. The pranks grow bolder, the games more intense, each moment a deliberate distraction from the truth. And then, in the quiet of the night, as their minds brush against mine, I catch a glimpse—a flicker of white dresses, of vows, of forever. But before I can grasp it, they pull away, leaving me breathless, confused, and achingly aroused.