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Desire hugs his arms, hands cupping his elbows and wings relaxed, clearly goading Longing whose feathers ruffle.
“And you promised no more deprecatory mocking!” Longing stabs a finger at him.
“Fine.” Desire shrugs, seemingly dismissive of his older brother’s marching gait and feral teeth bared. “Call me a chimpanzee composing jingle rhythms.”
I flick my eyes between them. Longing blinks.
Just as Eros arrives within a foot of us, I hold up a finger, motioning for him to wait. I want to hear more.
Longing sticks out his tongue. “Weak, brother.”
Desire sighs. “Um…” He searches the sky for answers.
“Oooh!” I chime in and bounce, my curls like a dancing pink starburst. “What about a whimsical warthog rolling around the mud pit of love?”
When they turn to me with stunned expressions, I feign innocence before rising on my tiptoes to kiss their cheeks again. Eros snaps, snarls, and grabs me, hauling me back against his chest.
“Aww, big guy, do I need to wear a “Property of Eros” sign?” I lift my hand to cup his jaw, thumbing the corner of his sneering mouth. “Or will you just follow me around with that pout?”
“The sign,” he growls low and silky, his black eyes gleaming. “I’ll tattoo it right on your plump sassy ass.” He pinches my cheek, and I yelp since he’d spanked me earlier. My backside never goes a day without a shade of pink.
Longing and Desire divert my attention as they circle us, their eyes scanning Eros.
“Did you see she held up a finger?” Longing calls to Desire on our other side.
“Did you see he waited?”
Eros rumbles in his chest, resonating the sound into my spine, but I giggle as the twins overlap one another.
“Do you smell the pheromoneshe’sgiving off?” for Longing.
And Desire, “Do you smell the pheromonesshe’sgiving off?”
At the familiar throb against my back from beneath Eros’s breeches, I cover my beam.
Once he notices my expression, Desire sweeps his eyes down to Eros’s crotch. “Holy glitter balls!”
“Popping bubble hearts!” echoes Longing.
I’d fall to the ground in stitches if Eros wasn’t anchoring me to him. Not that I mind how often his dick chronically prods me.
“He’s pitching a bloody tent!” Longing points.
“That’s not a tent, Thosie,” Desire says. “That’s the whole damn campground.”
“In the Elysian fields of love…” I swoon, then turn, tugging at Eros’s stony arm. “Oh, pretty please, can we keep them?” I make a pouty face.
“No,” he growls.
“I’ll take full responsibility and be such a good momma!”
Muttering something under his breath, Eros snatches my jaw in a firm grip, fists my curls, and yanks my head back. His black eyes dilate upon me while his belly flattens my breasts.
With me trapped against all his hot obsidian muscles, he thrusts his chin at Desire and Longing. “You’ve had your fun, boys. For the love of Bloody Valentine, will you please turn down your damn pheromones before she starts humping me?”
I cup my hand to one cheek and whisper back to them, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
He tugs my head again, a rigid gesture that I should shut up. I can’t help it if my body feels so effervescent, it’s ready to float away. My blood has turned into warm bubbles. And the wetness in my core is like one of those boiling mud pots!
