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Gods-damn it, Pothos’s jaw drops so low, it could do the fucking limbo. And my girl giggles.
“Gods, why me?” I scrub a hand down my face.
“Aww, Eros…” Aradia turns to me, fawning and reaching up to try and wind her dainty hands around my neck, but she fails. “Don’t whine so. I’ll do that thing with your horns that you like, and you can give me my daily chocolate fix!”
She thrusts her hips, damn near humping me.
The second my cock twitches, hardening more, Pothos points and rushes back to Himeros. “Himmy, did you see? Did you see?”
“I know, I know!”
“Mmm…” Aradia lowers her arms to my waist, squeezing, but she looks back at the twins and blows them a kiss. “I’m a pot of passion sauce. Serve in little doses. I might be pint-sized, but I’m powerful. Oh, Eros, can they stay for supper? We could do a Cupid’s Culinary theme centered around aphrodisiacs. You can provide the chocolate!”
She does a little twirl, breaking free from my hand, and before I can tug her back, she dances up to the twins and kisses each on the cheek.
“Chaos preserve me!” I exclaim and throw my head to the ceiling, searching for nonexistent answers.
The next thing I know, the twins’ eyes dart between her and themselves. Himeros lifts one brow at me, then swings his gaze back to Aradia before deadpanning with Pothos.
“Intervention?”
“Intervention,” confirms Pothos.
I barely get a blink, and they’ve got their arms around her, beating their wings as they carry her out of the gods-damned library.
It takes me less than a second to beat my wings and pursue them hotly, madly, ravenously. Growling the whole time and threatening them with all manners of torture.
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“Oh, pretty please, can we keep them?” I make a pouty face.
ARADIA
Oh, they’re so adorable!
“Fear not, our sweet damsel!” Longing says in an exaggerated voice. “We shall rescue you from the foul beast!”
Despite how they’ve flown me right out of the castle and into the courtyard, I’m not concerned about them dropping me. Not when their muscles were chiseled from golden marble. Nowhere near as masculine and slabbed as Eros, but they are still strong. I imagine the same blade carved their cheekbones as it did for Eros. His were simply carved a little sharper and higher. Their eyes are sweeter and dreamier while his are deep and magnetic. And dangerous in that chills and thrills, predator vs. prey, soak-my-panties way.
“Oh, I’m not afraid for me.” I toss my curls and laugh, glancing back at Eros in hot pursuit. Then, I turn to each of theboys as the statues blur. “I’m afraid of what he’s going to do toyouwhen he catches up!”
I can’t help but smile at Eros’s jealousy and possessiveness. My blood grows warmer at the thought. Especially when he’s powering toward us, beating his sexy gargoyle wings. My core swells from a heated flutter.
Longing and Desire swing their heads to one another, eyes locking.
“Did youfeelthat?” Longing wonders at the same moment that Desire asks, “Did yousmellthat?”
As they study me, I blush hotly while the twins’ luxurious scents drift around me.
“Well!” Longing leans in and murmurs in my ear to tickle the hairs on my neck. “Call me a Cupid of heart-shaped baboon arses!”
“Call me a Cupid of flamingos who just found fireworks!”
“You traitorous bastard!” Longing protests, yelling at his brother. “How is a flamingo in any way like a baboon? You promised no more non-twinning, Himmy!”
I laugh as they argue while bringing me down between two great interconnected lover statues. I guess they thought it better to take my advice. My bare feet glide against the obsidian of the courtyard.
Eros descends into a powerful crouch, cracking the very ground before advancing toward us—violence in his black eyes, all his muscles bulging.
