ivory and bone.

“I did arrive on time,” she countered, watching him over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. “I know you saw me. I could feel your eyes like a set of hands.” Still could. They pinned her in place until she could do nothing but stare back with an insolent smirk. How she hated that Luca had even an ounce of control over her. But he did. He was certainly stronger and wiser. He had centuries of knowledge and experience and training over her ninety something odd years, not to mention the status and power he’d earned himself in that time. But more than any of that, she was just overwhelmingly attracted to him and it clouded her judgment. And worse, he knew it. 

Luca was all too aware of his effect on the young vampire, he had to be, which made their games all the more infuriating. Elvyra played to win, but playing with him meant playing by an entirely new set of rules. After years of relying on her sexuality, she’d had to hone some of the other tools in her arsenal for a competitive edge. Her attempts at seduction were fun, but they weren’t going to give her the upper hand. Not with him. Still, she couldn’t keep herself away. She flirted and picked fights and did just about everything she could for the rush of attention. For now, being told no was still new enough to be interesting to the girl so used to batting her lashes to get her way. 

Still not breaking his gaze, she focused on his voice, almost letting the words fall to the wayside. What he was saying was so ridiculous they almost didn’t feel worthy of her attention, but she listened and nodded, unable to resist the laugh that burst out. “Luca…” she hummed, the amusement evident in her voice. “Luca, Luca, Luca… If you wanted to run a train on me, all you had to do was ask,” she simpered, reaching across the table to rest her hand atop his, stroking her thumb along the edge of his sleeve. “Didn’t even need to butter me up with a plate of cured meats and cheeses, although I do have a weakness for a good charcuterie board. I have to assume that was your end goal, right? Because if you truly did mean to proposition me to spy on Gabriel, then you must be absolutely insane. So what are you truly asking of me? I’ll give you a second to really consider your words.” 

"Your definition of ‘on time’ and mine differ quite a bit, sweetheart,” Luca purred as he sat back in his seat, his wings fluttering slightly behind him. He kept them tucked in close to his frame and watched as the waiter finished depositing the bulk of their appetizer and drinks on the table. Luca lifted his drink before him and flicked his wrist, causing the ice to crackle against the smooth glass before he took a long, deep drink. He set what remained of his alcohol down on the table and reached for a piece of prosciutto off the sampler board with a golden fork, bringing the food to his mouth and taking a bite. He speared a piece of cheese next, bringing it to his mouth as he considered the little game they were playing today.

Raphael had hardly noticed Luca’s absence, if he was being honest, that was how tied up he was in his preparations to storm the Coalition and tear them apart brick by bloody brick until he managed to unearth his missing sister. Luca might have been one of the only few people that Raphael bothered to converse with these days, but with the amount of time he was spending holed up in his study and poring obsessively over the blueprints he had managed to steal from the human government, days were going by like hours, and hours flew by like minutes. He rarely ever left his office unless it was to bark out commands to the rest of his Inner Circle, or seek solace in the warmth between young Tatiana’s thighs, and when things were particularly bad, he’d sneak down to Baby’s bedroom and simply bury his face in one of her old nightgowns in an attempt to drown out the rest of the world in favor of focusing on her soft, familial scent. It wasn’t his only form of coping, unfortunately, the less pleasant side of it was hidden away within the dungeons, he’d left more than his fair share of bruises on his human prisoner, if only because putting a face to the organization that had taken away his baby sister felt so damn fucking good.

Jane and Luca, though—they were his constants, the only two people that he truly trusted when it came to the retrieval of his most precious treasure. And if Luca wanted to disappear for a few days in the midst of Raphael’s careful planning, then so fucking be it. Jane continued to bring him mugs of tea and rub his shoulders as he burned through the midnight oil, it was mid-morning when his phone went off and a series of text messages from none other than his co-leader and brother in arms showed up on the bright screen along with the ‘low battery’ display.

RAPHAEL: You’ve been gone for three FUCKING days. This has better be good, Luca. 

RAPHAEL: I don’t have time for this shit right now. You know that. Every minute that we waste is another that Baby spends in Hell. 

RAPHAEL: But fine. I’ll be right there. I fully expect a fucking blowjob to make up for this, though.

The last part was a joke, of course, because he’d never allow another man’s mouth to come anywhere near his dick so help him god, but it helped to ease his frustration as he stood up wearily from his plush, padded chair and smoothed out the front of his trousers before running an exhausted hand through his mussed hair. He looked a right mess—more than a few days’ worth of stubble on his face, dark circles beneath his eyes, and there was jam on his sweater from the scone Jane had forced him to eat sometime last night. Irregardless, he made his way towards Luca’s quarters; similar in size and grandeur to his own, it was a familiar trek. 

With a sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose that made it clear that he wasn’t at all amused with Luca’s theatrics, he waited outside his co-leader’s door as ordered, and sent him a short text to announce his arrival.

RAPHAEL: Well? Are you still tucking your dick back into your trousers, or can I come in?

Jane and Luca had never had much cause to be alone. Luca was Raphael’s best friend and co-leader while Jane was his lover, partner, and confidant. They were only ever together in the presence of Raphael and frankly, had never paid each other much mind. Well, Luca had never paid Jane any mind. Jane paid attention to the dynamic between Raphael and Luca. She paid attention to how Luca treated others. And mostly, she paid attention to Luca and Baby. She knew all about Luca and Baby and after Baby’s tearfully explanation the night before, Jane was done just paying attention. 

She smirked, Luca was trying to shake her. He was being a dick and thinking it would make her back off. But Jane knew perfectly well that she wasn’t just Raphael’s whore and that her job at Inferno and in his life were much more important. She couldn’t be swayed. “We’ll find her. Don’t worry your pretty little dick about it. Raphael and I have got it covered. She’s ours after all. She’s our little girl and we’re going to bring her home.”

Jane walked over and put her hands flat on the desk, leaning over it. “I care because Baby was miserable last night before she was taken. You broke her heart. You have used her again and again. She spent hours on your outfits and not three hours into that party she was in my arms crying. You fucked up, Luca. And your damn lucky that I haven’t told Raphael yet.”

The moment Jane stated that Luca had broken Baby’s heart, he felt something cold and bitter harden inside of him. Who was this woman to stand here and judge the relationship he shared with Baby when she knew nothing of it? Who was she to deliver painful blows to his morale, especially while Baby was still missing? Luca was the one who was poring over information day and night in hopes of tracking down the bastards who had taken her and disemboweling them. Luca was the one who hadn’t been able to stop thinking of her since she’d been ripped from his hands the night of the Seven Deadly Sins gala. Luca was the one who couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t think until the promise of her being safely returned to him once more was fulfilled. And Jane thought she had a right? She had helped raise Baby, true, but she didn’t know them. Nobody knew them.

Of all the ways Thea had imagined this particular meeting panning out, she could safely say without any shadow of a doubt that this hadn’t been one of them. Christian was about as far from what she had been expecting as a person could get. He wasn’t weak by any means, and even through his awkward disposition everything about him still told her he was an alpha – But his mannerisms? The way he held himself? In an odd sort of way, Thea felt like she was safe to at least be a little more herself around the man. That she could be honest with him, and he would be with her in kind. 

“Not if they have anything to say about it we can’t…” She muttered in response, picking at the flaky piece of pastry on her plate and trying to ignore the unsettling feeling they were being watched that crept up her spine. The omega wasn’t foolish enough to believe they weren’t being observed in some way, she just hoped they weren’t being overheard – Not that it would matter much anyway, anyone with eyes could see how little either of them wanted this. She hated it, and she hated the coalition for forcing this on them and it was wrong on so many levels…But the more she thought on it, the more it started to click into place that maybe, just maybe, she could use this to their advantage. Omega handlers went away once you were paired, personal guards too under the right circumstance.  

Thea didn’t really know what she could offer Christian in return aside from someone that wouldn’t fall for a mated man, yet even so, it possibly could work. “But maybe you’re right. Seems like we both – might want similar things out of this.” She trailed off slightly, unsure just who was listening and how to go about even asking such a bizarre thing. “You’re still an alpha though. It’s honestly ridiculous how they spew all this crap about you guys being held in such high regard, and then turn around and force you into this too…” 

The brunette listened intently as he went on to talk about his mate. Lilianna, it was nice a name; though the comment about loosing her mother did somber Thea up slightly. “I…I can imagine, losing someone you care about definitely changes things.” Her relationship with her own mother had been strenuous at best, but even that had left a hole when she’d died. She couldn’t imagine how it might be for someone you were extremely close to. 

You’d think the coalition consisted of no wolves at all with the way his imprinting seemed to have been dismissed so casually, about to comment on it before he was continuing on with the conversation and asking about any relationships she might currently have. It was no doubt just the unexpectedness of it all that had her mind wondering to a certain person in particular before snapping out of it. He was speaking from a romantic standpoint after all, and Catarina had been very specific when it came to what their thing was; something the omega wholeheartedly agreed with. “No it’s, it’s okay. I mean…you went as far as to tell me you’re mated, I appreciate that.” She added, certainly not taking offence at all. “I just – Maybe not romantically, per say, but I do have people. It started as a way to just piss off my handler but now…They’ve become really good friends.” Running a hand through her hair out of habit, Thea shrugged faintly. “Don’t think they can do much for my situation though. Most of them are woman too which seems to make it a mute point as far as the program’s concerned.”     

It was hard to remember you were so upset when you had good food in front of you. At least, that’s what Christian thought as he tore at a bit of his almond croissant and took another bite. Then again, he’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth; it was something his mother had poked fun at him for time and time again growing up. If you weren’t already such a sweet boy, Christian, I’d worry about that sugar rottin’ you from the inside out. He blinked, swallowing the mount of flour and sugar in his mouth as he forced his mind to stray away from his parents. He tried not to think of them too often unless he could help it--it had been years since they’d passed, but he could still hear their voices as though they were with him only yesterday. Would there come a day, he wondered, when he ceased to remember them at all?

DEEP BROWN HUES finally looked up from the blueprints and diagrams laid out in front of him, it was getting late and jadiel had already been poring over the dossier for the past three hours. It had taken weeks for the rebellion’s undercover agent working the coalition compound to access the files that he had requested, and he wasn’t about to let them go to waste now. most people might have thought that a wolf’s greatest enemy was a leech, and while jadiel personally hated the bloodsucking bastards with every bone in his body, it was the humans that concerned him the most now. the night at the inferno — how many members of his pack had been harmed? kidnapped, too, and they were still working out a way to retrieve them all in one piece. 

so he’d work as late into the night as he had to, while erik did fuck all wherever he happened to be. right now, he was at his usual spot in the iron forge, at the end of the bar with an ice cold mahou cinco estrella keeping him company. he drew back a large drink of his favorite beer, wiping the foam off his upper lip before glancing up at whoever happened to be approaching him. it was to be expected — werewolf bar, co-leader of the resistance pack. he’d never turn anyone away. “what can i do ya for?” he asked with a wry, albeit tired smile, running a hand through his dark, curly hair and wondering idly if he should have just pulled most of it back and up off of his face with the leather band he wore around his wrist. “c’mon, sit. you look like you could use a drink or two.” 

It wasn’t very often Alex was able to make it out of The Inferno these days. After the coalition raid, Raphael and Luca had been prowling The Inferno like caged animals. Security was tightened and immortal rage was simmering beneath the surface wherever he turned...it made Alex hesitant to leave Tatiana alone, lest he subject her to either of the fallen angels in charge of The Dark Alliance. But an update was required, and so Alex had shrugged on his jacket, pulled up the hood, and headed out into the chilly spring evening. There was only one place he had in mind: The Iron Forge, and he only prayed that Jadiel was the one he’d face and not his co-partner, Erik. Traffic was bustling in Amsterdam, and Alex shouldered his way through the crowds, weaving in and out of busy streets as he took the long way to the werewolf bar.

“And I don’t like being a disappointment,” Aiden shot back, fire in his eyes. There wasn’t much to report. There were whispers, no, it was barely even that. Wherever they were keeping the stolen, Aiden couldn’t even hear a single rumor. It frustrated him. He was no spy, he wasn’t trained to be a fly on the wall to listen to people. No, Aiden would hold people against the wall, blocking their air passages until the captive party would use the last of their breath to give Aiden the information he was looking for.

He sighed, pushing back his hair, trying to push back the frustration gnawing in his chest. “No one would talk. No one knew anything. Bunch of idiots out there, but there was something off.” He pressed his lips together. Aiden was not one to give hunches or guesses. He dealt in concrete answers and solid facts, even if no one else thought so. What he said was a fact, and even if it wasn’t, he would work until it was. “It’s a guarantee they haven’t left the city. That I can tell you. Someone would have seen them.”

For as long as Aiden knew Luca, he has never seen the man so disheveled. Is this was caring for another person did, because then Aiden didn’t want that. Luca D’amor was a strong man, a man built like a wall and a force to be reckoned with. He was a man that Aiden looked up to and hoped to surpass in power. He prided himself in being someone that Luca relied on, even if his title was just a mere errand boy. Being here, working for him, was only the start to what Aiden wanted. And seeing him so messed up was just proof to Aiden to not let that happen to him. Love and affection was a distraction.

"If you don’t like being a disappointment, then don’t be a fucking disappointment, Aiden,” Luca snapped. His patience was wearing thin--and not just with Aiden, but with everyone he seemed to encounter these days. There was no end to the frustration he felt with those he encountered lately; no one seemed to have any information worth salvaging. How was it, in a city as vast as Amsterdam, not a single person brought to him had any indication of where the human rats were keeping their prisoners? Luca could hardly keep his head straight these days; he’d deprived himself of sleep, food, and sex--all he could think about was that Baby was somewhere, likely still within the walls of the city, but just underneath his nose.

Romantic preference:

| aromantic | biromantic | demiromantic | heteroromantic | homoromantic |   | panromantic | polyromantic | other |

Sexual preference:

| asexual | bisexual | demisexua | heterosexual | homosexual | pansexual | | polysexual | other |

I am: monogamous | polyamorous

I am a: top | bottom | switch

I am: dominant | submissive | switch

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69. Age play. Anal play. Anal sex. Barebacking. BDSM. Begging. Biting. Blood play. Bondage. Breath play. Breeding. Bukkake. Chastity devices. Choking. Clothed sex. Clamps (partner). Cockrings. Collars. Cross dressing. Crying. Daddy/Mommy kink. DDLG. Diapers. Dirty talk. Dominating. Double penetration. Dub-con. Edging. Electroplay. Enemas. Exhibitionism. Facial. Felching. Film/photography. Fingering. Fisting. Food play. Foot sex. Frottage. Gags. 🔫 Gun play. 🔫 Hair pulling. Handcuffs. Handjob. Humiliation. Immobilization. Impact play. Incest play. Interclural/Intergluteal. Kissing. Knife play. Knotting (N/A but he totally roleplays it). Lactation. Leather/latex. Marking/Bruising. Medical play. Mirror sex. Multiple orgasms. Mutual masturbation. Needle play. Nipple play. Consensual non-con. Oral sex. Orgasm control/denial. Orgies. Overstimulation. Pain play. Pegging. Pet play. Phone sex. Plugs. Power play. Praise. Public sex. Punishments. Riding. Rimming. Roleplay. Rough sex. Scat. Scratching. Sensory deprivation. Sexting. Shaving. Shibari. Shower sex. Slutshaming. Somnophilia. Sounding. Spanking. Submitting. Teasing. Temperature play. Threesomes. Tickling. Toys. TPE (as the dom). Vanilla. Vomit. Voyuerism. Watersports. Whipping. Worship (giving & receiving).

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“There are a few people who request it, but it’s not a big seller. I only do it as a special during the summer.”  Reagan reached in to her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She quickly wrote down the address of her tea shop and her phone number. She was happy to make a new friend. Sometimes she got bored just having her brother and Grayson to talk to. She really needed to branch out. She handed him the paper.  “That’s where you can find me. Just call me first so I have time to make the biscuits. Also be sure to bring your sister and I’ll make enough that I can send you home with some.” 

Christian was attentive as Reagan reached for a piece of paper and a pen to scribble down some information for him. Tentatively he reached for the slip of paper and read it out loud; it was the address of her tea shop (he presumed) with a phone number scrawled underneath. He gave Reagan a bright smile, folding the slip of paper up carefully and tucking it into the pocket of his jeans. Who would’ve known when he’d stepped out for a simple beer after a long and trying day, he’d end up making a friend in the process? And, better yet, a friend who could bake.

She knew he wasn’t, but she was also pretty sure he knew at this point neither was she. At the force of his magic she flew back towards the wall, barely finding the opportunity to use her wings to stop herself. While he gathered himself she searched for other weapons and all she could find was a dull flip open razor blade someone had left laying around.

She flipped it out right as she heard him and her eyes slightly widened. “You’d be surprised.” She said titling her head, “I’m capable of a lot of amazing stunts, but if you do this there won’t be any turning back from it. All this because I have no information to give. I don’t know anymore about the captives than you do.” She shrugged, “but like I said even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. You’ll just have to take my word for what it’s worth and I believe you know it’s worth more than you believe it to be.” 

She nodded slowly, staring him down her hand still coiled tight around the blade. One false move for him and dull partially rusted metal would be aimed at him, but she wasn’t going to shout out that threat across the shop. “Do your worst, Luca. It just keeps you further from her. When you could be moving on to someone else that does know more.”

"You really think I believe a word that comes out of your fucking mouth?” Luca demanded, his eyes blazing as he stared down the angel who stood on the other side of the shop. She was feisty, that was for certain--he hadn’t expected any less entering her establishment, if he was being honest with himself. Luca had known that Svala was a formidable warrior angel far before he’d wandered into her place of business to threaten her and demand answers. What was frustrating was that, no matter how hard he tried, no one was able to give him the information he so desperately craved.