Page 75 of Captured By the Cupid

“Speaking of women, it seems you have your own little straggler, Eros. Amortalone,” he emphasizes, and my spine tightens one vertebra at a time. “I trust it’s simply a bit of fun before you drop her on her merry way, satisfied and utterly forgetful of her time…?” he trails off, flaring his nostrils to inhale her scent.

“My affairs. My business, Hades. Why are you here?”

“Hmm?” Hades blinks, then smoothes out his already wrinkle-free black robe. “Ahh, yes, I came for two reasons. First, to alert you that some of your purgatorial souls have managed to squeeze through the cracks, as it were. Even Morpheus has drifted into my waking world to tell me of some escapees invading the Mist.”

I narrow my eyes, a vein throbbing in my brow at the thought of the Lord of Dreams. “That sartorial snooze fest can go suck slumber party dick for all I care. I’ve been too busy with population control of the tent cities to worry about a few strong souls seeping past the Mist. Surely, Morph can handle a fewwayward souls. Tell him to give them the guided tour, a nap in his special sleep pods, burp them, and sing them a little lullaby, I care not. He can return them to me at his leisure. Perhaps they’ll have a newfound appreciation for napping.”

“Well, I am quite pleased to learn of the tent cities.” Hades squares his shoulders, donning a friendly smile. “And it makes the lapses in Purgatory more understandable.”

“Care to see my half-a-star rating on Yelp? How about a VIP tour?” I sweep my hand in a mock bow while fanning my wings.

“I see you are as uncouth in your realm.”

I let out a low growl. “It’s a demon thing. You should try it sometime.”

Hades parts his lips but shakes his head, stunned by the mere thought of incivility.

“I will convey your message to Morpheus,” he says. “Oh, what was that other thing?” Hades studies the lustrous flecks in the obsidian floor.

Gods, could he be any more infuriating? The souls will be following his fumes of flowers and sunshine, pining over him for months at this rate. I don’t have time for this. And hide and seek with souls is not my idea of a pleasant afternoon.

I’ve waited too long for my little Butterfly. I won’t let her slip back into her shell on account of Hades.

“Oh, that’s right…” He snaps two fingers, then locks eyes with mine. “I may have found Psyche’s soul.”

The fuck?

“And you did not think toleadwith this?!” Steeling my spine and my wings, I find the nearest wall and throw my fist right into it, sending fissures into it and fracturing the very foundation of the staircase.

“To be clear, it isnother full soul.” He holds up a finger. “Merely its trail. I finally learned why I could not detect her soultraces in my realm until I visited the Mist, where she must have passed through.”

“What do you mean? Passed through? Did someone steal her soul? Did Morpheus find it?” I grit my teeth, not turning because if I do, he will be next to feel my fist.

“Morpheus believes her soul passed through the Mist of her own free will and then entered into the mortal world through the Veil of Nightmares. That is all I know.” Out of the corner of my eye, he drops his hands to the side.

“Why would…?” I trail off, more perplexed than ever. I curl my lips back in a snarl. “She would not have gone of her will, Hades. None of this makes sense!”

The God of the Dead shrugs and lifts his hand to me. “Who can say what the mind and heart of a goddess holds? At least you know now.”

I lower my head. My mind reels. And I define my intentions in a clear and adamant… “Go.”

“Lovely as ever, Love.” The bore practically blows me a kiss on his way out with the spirits flocking to him like moths to a flame.

I have a Butterfly to tend to. Blood surges to my cock at the memory of her sliding down that banister.

However insightful but disturbing the news, I can’t consider it now. If Psyche traveled to the mortal world, then she could have roamed for the past century. All I know is she hasn’t come back to me.

Aradia is waiting.

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“Will this…will this night be my last night to live?”

ARADIA

I’m still shaking in the bedroom, consoled by Longing and Desire, when Eros returns.

Practically leaping off the bed, I scramble toward him, my robe ends fluttering behind me. I’m grateful the twins removed the nipple rings and clamp, but the pressure in my ass hasn’t abated. It hardly matters when I crash into my gargoyle’s stony lower chest.

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