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“Oh, should I tell her about Hymenaeus and the whole “Hail Hymen” of the Trojans?” Longing lilts, winking at me.
“Not necessary, Thosie.” Eros offers me another glass of wine, and I get the distinct feeling he wants me drunk. “We are all personifications of love in various forms. It is our nature, the very essence of the stars that formed the alchemy of our immortal souls.”
He pauses when I lean closer, hissing from my burning bottom, but I hang on his every word. My blood warms when he plays with my curls.
“Many scholars share different beliefs regarding our origins and relationships. But I was the only one born of Chaos,” clarifies Eros. “Pothos and Himeros are Aphrodite’s twins. I was there at their birth…and hers since they occurred at the same time as she was pregnant when she was birthed.” Thevery notion rattles my mind, but I remember what he said. Complicated.
“We all worked and lived together for centuries. All bound by the common thread of our union with Aphrodite. I hold many symbols and representations, little one. A great one is the protection of homo-erotic men. You must understand how blurred the lines are between us.” He nods to the twins. They look even more beautiful and dreamy in the light of the table candles.
“Um…“ Longing raises his hand while ruffling his feathers. “I always colored outside the lines.”
Desire leans back more, curving his wings toward Eros. “What lines?”
“So, you’re not like Crescendo?” I cover my mouth as soon as the words fly out.
The jester threads his brows. But when he plays his next song, I nearly melt and palm my heart, mouthing the lyrics of Harry StylesSweet Creature.
Longing shakes his head with a breathy laugh and elbows Desire. “You want to tell her? I can practically feel you dripping with longing to do so,” he teases.
Desire’s pupils dilate upon me. “We prefer not to use labels as we could not possibly be defined by those mortals use. But let’s just say we aremultifacetedaspects of love and desire.”
“If the definition of “multi” refers to the “multiverse”,” Eros snorts laughter.
I hug myself, suddenly overwhelmed by all the masculine sexuality. And the heated need clawing at the space between my legs.
Desire shoots his head at Eros. “The fuck, brother? You’re telling me she’s been here for four months—”
“And ten days!” I pipe up, but Eros stabs two fingers into my mouth, prompting me to suck. So, I do.
“—And ten days,” Desire corrects. “She’s been all likethat?” He circles a finger before lowering it in an arrow to my drippy sex. “And you haven’t—”
“I knew we should have brought Hedy along,” Longing says. “He could have sweet-talked these two right into the bed.”
Eros smiles but shrugs while lowering his wings. “Sometimes, the nature of gods and mortals can also be complicated, brother.”
Desire leans closer, chiseled nostrils pulsing with attention. “Explain.”
The conversation begins to blur, but I still pick up the meat—thankful Eros doesn’t share my history or trauma. Not that I was too concerned. Longing asks the most questions, but Eros doesn’t budge on why I can’t sleep with him next to my back.
“I’ve been savoring the art of training her slowly, and she has far surpassed my expectations in the brief time she’s been here,” Eros informs them, and my organs nearly liquefy at the praise. Despite the awkward obsidian, I suck harder. He smirks down at me and eases his fingers from my mouth but cups my chin affectionately.
“I can take little naps with him in front of me now,” I tell them while sitting up straight and proud.
Desire cocks his head to me. “Any particular reason you don’t wish to accept a good hard rut and not feel the need to sleep after?”
“Mystipulation,” Eros clarifies in a lowered voice. “You know me, brother. You know my past. I will settle for nothing less than her total possession. I will have her lovely tight and un-ridden sex, her flesh, that explosive muscle in her chest, and her beautiful monstrous soul. The main obstacle comes inherwanting to possessme, too.” He references my wanting to see him…in his god form.
Desire scrubs a hand down his face before roaming it through his lustrous rich brown locks. His dark but warm and hooded eyes glint upon mine. I get a nervous flutter in my belly…well, everywhere really.
“Sweetheart…” the twin scoots the chair toward me, but his eyes flick to the gargoyle. “Eros, if you would indulge me…?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I find Eros nodding.
Too timid, I lean closer to Eros, who maintains a firm clasp on my jaw with the base of his palm comforting my bobbing throat.
“It’s not within my nature to bear false pretenses.” Desire reaches out to me, palm open and inviting. “So, let me assure you of something if you will let me, sweet girl.”
I stare at his eyes, full of conviction and desirous depth. They don’t stray to my tits or lower to my sex. No, Himeros is serious, giving me his full attention. Longing roots his eyes upon me, too, the telltale vein in his throat throbbing.
