Evil Cupid, copied over from Wattpad

Copyright Jennifer Feuerstein 2011, all rights reserved

In honor of the dreaded Valentine's Day approaching... a short story for your entertainment.
Contains adult content, reader discretion is advised. :-)

Part One:
                This is my favorite time of the year, well one of them anyway. Expectations run high making disappointments richer. Emotions in turmoil are what I long for and I dress the part. I skim my hands across the different outfit choices in my well-appointed closet and pick out the right combination for tonight’s entertainment.
                The black leather skirt fits my curves like second skin and the red corset top does amazing things to my chest.  The high heels add height to my frame and I look as deadly and delicious as I am. I have a hot tip on where tonight’s best action will be found.
                I check my long brown hair in the mirror to make sure it’s got enough waves and that my lipstick hasn’t smudged. It doesn’t take much to add to the illusion of sex, it’s what I was made for. Walking into the night, I can hear and feel the excitement of Valentine’s Day all around me. It brings a smile to my lips knowing that I will ruin it for so many.
                I skip the idea of a taxi and walk the several blocks to the hot new bar/restaurant. The swivel of my hips adds friction to my already hot core. It also gives me the chance to operate in my version of foreplay. Fights break out in my wake and I sigh with the feeling.
                I can skip almost any velvet rope and this bouncer is no different. Reservation, no. Table, no. Partner, double no. I tell him with my sexiest voice that I’ll just take a seat at the bar and I won’t be in anyone’s way. Lying is easy after millennia perfecting the art. I won’t really be in anyone’s way, but I will interfere tonight. Plans will be ruined, moments destroyed, and I will enjoy all those tears like a kid licking an ice cream cone.
                Entering the hopes of everyone here hit my senses like a Mack truck and I lick my lips in anticipation. Thank God and Revlon for stay proof lipstick. I take the seat at the bar that I’m offered and order a Cosmo. I have no intention of drinking the awful thing, I just like the look and feel of it. Human food has nothing to offer me in comparison to the buffet of emotions around me.
                My dark eyes scan the crowd covertly until I spot my first target. Two boys sit with two girls, a double date that seems to be going well. My compulsion wafts through the crowd to their table like a siren song until I have both boys’ attentions. I smile wickedly, delighted at the eye contact. It’s the eye contact that lets me read them. College boys, friends, and both were looking to get lucky. Perfect.
                College boys are so much fun. They have no inhibitions and their ideas almost always surprise me. These two are no different and the fact that they’re friends works in my favor. I notice the girls through feeling their disappointments. Brilliant, the night is starting off well.
                I smile to myself and chuckle like I’ve remembered something funny. The motion does wondrous things to my ample breasts, sending them threateningly close to the edge of the corset. Another compulsion has both boys wandering closer to the bar, the girls left to stare at each other in confusion. I drink it in and force myself not to moan out loud. By now, other women are noticing me and I’m feeding off their worry.
                “Hello boys, can I help you?” I ask, in a voice designed to lure.
                “We’re both men,” Blondie points out, nudging his friend.
                “I can see that,” I answer, looking behind them. “You’re also both taken.”
                At this point the two girls in question have wandered over to confront the woman attracting their men. I smile, humans are so predictable.
                The brunette male actually pushes his date to the side. “We’re not attached.”
                The full assault of the woman’s pain hits my nostrils like the smell of food to a starving man. I drink it in, letting it linger across my nerves. Now, Blondie is nodding his agreement and trying to shove off his date.
                “Don’t worry, ladies, it’s probably for the best,” I shrug, sending them each a compulsion to return to their table. Too large a scene would end my fun before it started. My voice lowers and sounds like liquid sex. “You guys looking for some fun?”
                “How much do you charge?” the brunette asks.
                “Oh, I’m free to the right person,” I purr, hopping down easily from my stool. “Follow me.”
                I turn to look over my shoulder and wink. “Both of you,” I add as they fall in step behind me.
                I lead them out a side delivery door into an alley. Not the best of areas I know, but it’s easier than arranging a hotel room. Especially when I don’t really exist in their world, getting a room now a days is a disaster with fake names and information. Alleys are quick, easy, and plentiful.
                I turn and shove Blondie against the brick of the building. My body pushes against him and I gyrate it. My tongue finds its way down his neck as I feel Brunette push up behind me. A nice little sandwich of horny hidden by a stinking dumpster. I love the city life.
                I let Brunette lift my hair and suckle at my neck, their combined feelings of lust washing over my sensitive nerves more than their affections. Blondie lifts my breast easily from their binding and I let him.  Brunette has worked my skirt up to my waist, no simple task, and I enjoy his feeling of surprise at finding no panties in his way.
                I enjoy the little threesome up to a point; up until my body begins screaming in hunger for more. I pull back and smile at them both, breaking past their easy boundaries and planting the scene in their minds. I step back and right my outfit as the boys tear into each other. The sounds of kissing, sucking, and moaning highlight the emotional high I’m getting. They both think they’re taking turns with me, but I’m standing to the side drinking it in.
                I watch, turned on as Brunette spins Blondie and pulls his pants down. Odd, I would have thought it’d be the other way around. I sigh and moan as my own needs are satisfied. I walk to the door leading back into the crowded place and drop my compulsions just as Blondie is penetrated. I smile as they both register shock, confusion, and pleasure. I don’t think they’ll be coming back inside for a little bit.
                I walk in and head for my next targets- the girls they left behind. They stare at me with the evil eye as I approach, but that’s easily fixed and the anger just feeds my desire. I lean over the table, giving the men behind me a little show.
                “You’re both better off,” I comfort. “Your dates are in the alley enjoying each other.” My compulsion snakes out, ensnaring them both. “Say, you two would make a cute couple…”
                I let the idea hang as I walk away smoothly back to my seat. A few gasps break out behind me as the two girls proceed to make out like porn stars. I love it- their actions and everyone’s reactions. I slide back onto my stool, the pressure adding friction to my heated core.
                I look around trying to find my next victims. You would think it’d be easy, but I do have a few rules. I don’t interfere with people in true love or married couples. Some vows even I cannot break and why would I want to. Interfering with those bonds puts me in the target of the Enforcers. My attention is distracted by a man standing next to a candlelit table. Something about him doesn’t fit in and no one notices as he leans forward to whisper into a man’s ear. His eyes rise up to meet mine and I cross my legs to stop the trembling through my core.
 Another supernatural.  Has to be, only another supernatural could trigger true lust within me. And I’m definitely experiencing true lust, my eyes are glued to his green ones as he moves. I wiggle on my chair trying to relieve some of the tension.
I watch in amazed curiosity as he walks forward and the man he just whispered to drops on onto one knee. A brush of his hand across another woman’s shoulder has her admitting her true feelings for the man next to her. My eyes narrow and my brows shoot up as realization begins to dawn.
He walks past a waiter who bursts into some terrific rendition of an operatic love song that I remember as Italian. Ah, the language of love, now I know for sure who’s in my company tonight and the room full of mortals won’t be enough for both of us.  Meanwhile my secretly gay lovers have reentered the area to find their dates in a full on make out session with each other. Their disappointment at being left out is adding to my appetite for more.
Still his eyes are locked with mine and he’s moving towards me. The temperature is quickly rising within me. I move in shock as a woman next to me tosses a drink at the bartender and I audibly moan in my excitement. I’m losing control of my own compulsions, dangerous in these tight spaces.
 I look back to find the cause of my problems standing in front of me. I force my eyebrows out of my hairline as my eyes take their time tracing across the muscle clearly defined by the tight t-shirt. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had dressed to impress. I look around cautiously to see if anyone else has noticed his presence yet. Many times in my younger years I was almost burnt at the stake for talking to invisible supernaturals. Being singed a few times is enough to teach me my lesson.
He leans forward and the smell of cinnamon and sex hits my nostrils, causing them to flare and my wiggling increases. I vaguely hear him ask the bartender for a drink although my attention is focused on the biceps beside me. I have to lock my ankles around the legs of my chair to keep from taking him on the bar. Not impossible, but just a little tacky for my many years.
I was trying hard to ignore him, I really was, but then the heat of his body raced along my sensitive nerve endings and I sighed. A picture formed in my mind of him moving naked over my body and the once fighting couple to my right began making out. I should have been enjoying the spectacle of it, but I couldn’t take my attention off the gorgeous man to my left.
His green eyes turned to mine and did a slow sweep over my body. I arched against the back of the stool. Damn it’d been too long.
“Hello, Pixie,” his voice rumbled over my body like I’d been hotwired.
I smirked and lowered my lashes, making my voice equally disarming. “Hello, Cupid. Call me Anna.”
He chuckled, the warmness adding to the increasing smell of cinnamon. I swore I was going to buy a gallon of the spice and bathe in it. “Anna your mortal name?”
“For tonight,” I winked, surprised my voice wasn’t shaking. “Busy weekend for you, huh?”
Oh God, I was throwing out shop talk?! What had happened to me? A man slipped carrying a tray of drinks to a table and dumped them over its occupants. I grimaced and rolled my eyes, but inside the emotions shot through my core and added to the intensity of my need. I tried to smile for the angel of love, but couldn’t manage.
“I think we should take you some place safer,“ his voice dropped. “You can call me Adam.”
“Adam?” the feel of his name tripping over my lips was as hot as a brand to my skin.
“Ironic considering my line of work, but yes it’s Adam.” He held his large hand out to me and I almost melted. “To safer grounds?”
My hand slid into his and he easily pulled me from my perch, my body melting into his as he led me from the restaurant. I didn’t regain my senses until the cold air hit my overheated, exposed skin.
“My apartment is a few blocks up. Would you like to walk or take the easy way?” I asked him coyly referring to our supernatural means of traveling.
“I think I’ll enjoy the walk.”
He pulls me in against him and I’m struck by the solidness of him. Oh this night is going to be so much fun. I don’t even glance down the alley where I had my earlier fun, even though tangible traces of those events remain in the location. My attention is solely focused on my own lovely Cupid as my body alternates between hot and cold.
“Isn’t this sort of illegal for you?” I ask him out of honest curiosity.
He’s not the first cupid I’ve ever encountered, but he’s definitely the first that’s ever shown an interest in little ole Pixie me. Most would find my ways of getting off disturbing since they’re all about securing love and peace and blah blah blah…
My thoughts trail away as his hand slides from around my back to grasping my backside. I stop walking and find myself grinding against it before I can control myself.
His breath warms my chilled neck as he leans in close to whisper, “I think you need my services more tonight.”
I couldn’t have denied that even if I’d wanted to try. His mouth covered mine in a hot kiss as he shoved me up against a storefront. From the shift in the air, I knew no passing mortals would notice us. Good thing since we were shoved up against the glass of a family style diner. The thought sent another wave of lust straight between my legs. My clothes were suddenly too tight.
“Fast way,” he mumbled and we disappeared.
My body instinctively rocketed us towards my place and I hoped I had enough common sense left to make it inside my apartment. I didn’t feel like fumbling with my magickal locks and taking the time to try would end with us writhing on the floor. That would be a waste of my wonderful playground-esque bedroom.
My feet touched down and my eyes opened slowly. Adam’s mouth had worked its way down to my throat and I looked around carefully registering my surroundings. I’d landed us in my kitchen. Shit, I’d been aiming for bedroom.  I wasn’t being particular, I just kept all my fun stuff in the bedroom.
“Nice place,” his voice rumbled his chest against mine and I realized I’d lost my corset.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as his lips closed over a hardened nipple. “Would you like a tour?”
“Later,” he grumbled and went to work on my heated body.
“Holy hell, angel boy,” I breathed out as his hands slipped under my skirt.
“Someone’s an excited little pixie,” he chuckled back.

Part Two:

I moan and arch against his hands, wanting more but unable to ask for it. I cry out in startled surprise as he lifts me up onto my counter. The place settings are shoved aside to make room, but I miss the feel of his hands on me. I use the time to slide my skirt off my hips before launching it through the air with a nice kick.
“Those are beautiful legs, Anna,” he moans as his hands slide down them.
“Enough small talk, Adam,” I command, pulling him in as my legs wrap around his waist.
The feel of his jeans on my bare, heated skin is delicious but not quite what I have in mind. My hands reach out and tear his shirt off over his head. Adam’s head lowers to my breasts again and I wrap my hands in his soft dirty blonde hair. I’m assaulted by the delicious differences in textures- soft hair, hard hands, and rough jeans. And, one very wet hot mouth skirting trails across my skin.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as his mouth dips to my core, my legs adjusted to drape over his shoulders.
I wanted to try the human buffet of emotions tonight, but now I’m the main course on display. And I don’t mind the change in plans at all. His tongue laps at me in smooth circles and my wiggling increases. I feel the tightened shuddering of my muscles as an orgasm builds within. I’m about to stop him when the slow slide of fingers joins the smooth rasping of tongue.
“SHIT!” I cry out as I cum hard, falling back against the hard, cold granite of my counter. Breakfasts will never be the same.
Again I feel myself lifted, not caring about the reason or where I’ll end up. I’m too busy riding the wave of ecstasy to give a shit. Suddenly I feel soft warm microsuede at my back. I recognize it as my sofa, so, we’ve moved play to the living room now.
I try to pull myself together and become the sexy pixie I can be, but I’m stopped by the feel of his body moving over mine. Adam flips me easily so that my burning cheeks are pressed into the sofa cushion. I turn my head to allow for easier breathing. Not that choking would kill me, but passing out would stop the fun.
His hot mouth rains kisses all over my shoulders and back as the muscles of his chest and stomach are pressed against me. I feel evidence of a sizable erection rubbing my thighs and I melt. My core turns to hot liquid again and I’m stunned by my own reaction to this cupid. If all cupids are like this, I’m going to develop a dangerous new obsession.
I arch my back and press backwards, trying to demand what I need. An image of that erection slamming home causes me to shiver and moan. I wonder if it’s my own imagination or if cupid Adam is feeding me the thoughts. Either way I don’t care, we’re just curious creatures us pixies.
A finger slides down my clit and I cry out as my legs give way. Again I’m lifted into the air, but I recover faster this time. I watch as Adam looks around for the woman he’d been holding just a second ago. I use the moment to pounce, shoving him back into a seated position on the sofa.
“My turn,” I playfully purr.
I rake my nails down the hard muscles of his chest, being sure to rasp them over his taunt nipples. My fingers play delicately across the planes of his stomach where the muscles jump to greet me. Adam’s breath hitches as my hands slide over his thighs, just out of reach of his engorged erection. I rest my hands there, letting the nails of my thumbs barely brush his sack. My mouth repeats the trail of my hands and slides slowly south. Adam’s breathing increases and his heart beats a tempo even my ears can make out.
“You don’t have to…” he starts, my tongue cutting the sentence into an incohesive moan with a small taste of his cock.
Apparently, my little cupid has never been on the receiving end and I love being the one to enlighten him. His mixed emotions race down my spine, feeding my other ravenous desire.  Keeping my hands on his thighs, I slide my mouth down his entire delicious length and back again. Adam’s hands wrap into my hair, keeping it out of my way and giving him one hell of a peep show. My supernatural strength keeps him pinned while my mouth works its magic, one delicious suck after another. The guy even tastes like cinnamon and sex.
His hips arch up against my mouth as I taste the pre-cum leaking from the beautiful head. My hands slide inward to cup his sack and he finds the perfect moment to pull me upright. Adam lifts me into the air and fairly growls.
“Bedroom, now!”
I point him in the right direction, giggling as I’m tossed over a shoulder. My hands inch down his back to playfully swat at his tight asscheeks. Everything about this guy is beautifully perfect. A wonderful specimen of cupid, to be sure. My patience for the game is wearing thin though. As he moves to toss me onto my own bed, I surprise him by flipping gracefully in the air and landing on my feet.
Instead of surprise or fear, I register relief and excitement. That triggers the question I shouldn’t ask. “Have you been with Pixies before?”
His head shakes no, but I see his legs brace his weight. “I’ve heard stories.”
“Then you’re going to love the real deal,” I vow before launching myself at him.
Pixies are wild by nature. We feed off the emotions of those around us, we live for chaos and danger. Our sex lives are no different. Mortal men cannot feed our desire because they simply can’t survive it. Over generations we’ve adapted so that mortal men don’t even incite lust within us. But a fresh cupid basically begging for it? That was sending my lust to dangerous heights. The thought that it was stories that had piqued his curiosity had me wanting to prove a point.
Adam let out a sexy laugh as he caught me and we tumbled to the floor. We were a mix of limbs, mouths, and moans as we wrestled for supremacy. To sleep with a pixie is a battle of skills, the tumult of emotions as we wrestled spiked my need higher and higher. I’d never lost in this little mating ritual.
Imagine my surprise as the soft carpet pressed into my back and Adam loomed over me. My wrists were pinned above my head and my legs pried open by his hips. I snarled, the fight not having been broken inside me yet.
My snarl quickly changed as his erection probed the sensitive opening to my core. I moaned and arched my back, my legs spreading under their own direction. I needed him inside me, riding and controlling me. I needed the mind altering supernatural orgasm that only he could deliver.
My eyes jerked open as a bite burned on my shoulder, the pain adding to my pleasure. If he waited much longer, I’d start begging.  Oh I prayed he’d wait, I prayed the stories he heard hadn’t left out that little bit. Another bite stung my skin and I moaned and writhed under the sensation.  I heard a click of metal and looked up to find my hands fitted inside my own cuffs.
“Found those under the bed. They’ll come in handy,” he laughed against my skin and released my wrists.
Instantly I tried to pull my arms down, to resume the fight, but the chain of the cuffs was locked around the foot of my bed.  My heavy, anchored bed. My eyes narrowed at the cupid who knew more than he was letting on.
“Those must have been some detailed stories,” I panted.
His eyes narrowed and another bite registered on my breast. I cried out and moaned. “Oh, they were, Anna. And aren’t you glad?”
There it was, the asking me to beg, the trying to force my submission. I felt liquid warmth flood and pool at my center. I bit my own tongue rather than moan out what I wanted, what I needed.
His fingers found the answer instead. I cried out as they plunged within me, and then buried my head into my bicep. Biting myself to keep from giving in as his fingers danced within me. I was so close to another orgasm, not the mind blowing one I needed but I was there on the brink. My hips joined into his tempo, grinding against his hand. Another orgasm would buy me more time.
 Suddenly his hand withdrew and he pulled away from me. I looked down to find him kneeling back on his ankles, watching me closely. I cursed and bucked against my restraints, my legs flailing but not finding a target. His erection bobbed painfully, telling me how hard he was fighting his own desire, but that only amped me up more.
A cry burst past my lips and he looked relieved. His body covered mine again, delicious against my skin. My tongue raced along a collarbone, inhaling and tasting that wonderful cinnamon aroma that was all Adam.
“What was that?” he asked, tugging painfully on my nipples.
“Go to hell,” I spat out, arching into him again.  My body burned with need now, the flames racing along my bloodstream.
“Now, now… you have to ask, nicely.”
Mr. Sweet and Loveable Cupid was gone, replaced by something mortals would find foreign. To me, it was a lightening rod in a storm. He was the conqueror, the alpha, the warrior. Everything a pixie finds irresistibly hot and I couldn’t hold out any longer. The flames racing through my body had converged at my center, taking away all hope of holding out.
“Pleease,” I whimpered and cried out, bucking against him. “I need you, now. Please, Adam. God please!”


Part Three:

Those words were like the key to unlocking a floodgate of emotion. The flames that had pooled in my center raced outward, lighting my soul itself on fire. A pixie only gave in once in a hundred years or so, depending on how long the conquerer survived. It was an oath in a way, but it had such sweet rewards.
My nerves were alive with passion and everything around me was clearer, crisper, and more vibrant. It seemed like I could feel every tastebud of Adam’s tongue rake over the skin at my neck. The frantic rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in my own chest. And, very soon, I’d be having the best orgasm since the year 1523 AD. It wasn’t like me to give in, but a Cupid was an interesting choice. At least I’d only have to deal with him on Valentine’s Day.
Adam’s mouth closed over my nipple and pulled with a long, wet suck. Effectively shutting off all my thoughts and lighting my passion further. I heard another slide of metal and realized he’d removed the handcuffs. It didn’t matter- I didn’t want to fight it anymore. Instead my hands ran over his body in excited strokes, pulling him closer and urging him on without words.
My need had risen to a fever pitch and my core was almost painful from wanting to be filled. I part my legs farther and arch my hips. His erection slides across the wet core of me and I moan low in my throat. I’m beyond words at this point, I have to use my body to try for what I want. My hands glide over his hips and between us to his erection.
I use my own moisture on the soft, hardened skin to ease my trail up and down his cock. I only manage three strokes before his groan stops me. Adam’s hand moves mine away as his hips press against me. My eyes close, waiting for that moment when he slams home.
They open in wonder to the slow glide of his cock into my core. My wetness makes for an easy entry, but he still moves slow and I feel every tiny adjustment of my body to him. It’s almost as if the submission of my soul isn’t enough- he needs my body to give in too.
I wrap my legs around his hips trying to force him deeper but his hands pin my hips to the floor. The squeeze of his fingers into my sensitive flesh there adds to the feeling of being captured and I love it. I moan to protest the slow side of him, wanting it hard and fast, needing that elusive release.
Finally I can feel him inside me, every crevice filled to capacity and I whimper with joy. That is, until he begins to withdraw. My body moves against his, trying to draw out the delicious contact and then he slams home. His head hits my sensitive spot and I cry out in pleasure, my nails scoring trails onto his back. Again and again he repeats the maneuver until I’m writhing on the carpet, dying a slow death as my fever grows within me.
I find myself airborne again, but this time I’m safely in Adam’s arms. I let him manhandle me, that’s part of the agreement of my earlier submission. I am completely in his power and I’m thankful for a second that he’s treating me with care. Gratitude flies out the window as the change in position forces him deeper within me. I lean forward and bite his shoulder, suckling at the red welts.
Adam climbs onto the bed with me, oddly fixing me in a position of power. I stare down at him in confusion. A lift of his hips brings another groan of ecstasy from my lips.
“Dance, Anna... take control,” he moans, gripping my hips and directing me.
Never in this ritual have I been allowed to be in control and it excites me. My body takes over, riding him based on instinct, feeling, and need. A shot of electricity sizzles up my core as his thumb rubs over my sensitive clit, rocketing my bliss into overdrive.
I can feel the tendrils of the orgasm whisper through my muscles as the room fades to black in my vision. Still my hips pump and grind against him, his hips rising to meet me, and his thumb continuing its persistent slide.
The room disappears into stars and darkness as the orgasm rips through my body. I can feel every muscle fiber contract and release in a spasm of pure heaven. My own loud screams barely register in my mind as my body is thrown taunt over Adam’s. His hips continue to grind into me, lengthening my own pleasure.
His roar joins my own as I feel his hot seed spill within me. My body laps it up eagerly and greedily before falling limp against him. I can’t breathe and my heart rate is erratic against his chest. His muscled arms encircle me protectively and I fall into a peaceful, satisfied slumber.

Sunshine leaks across my face, sending rays of light shooting behind my eyelids. My body is completely sated and, for once, all my hungers are satisfied. My arm lifts weakly to counter the sunlight as I try to think about my situation. And I’m in one hell of a bind.
On one hand, the night was full of glorious sex and I orgasmed multiple times, leading to my current weak state. On the other hand, my submission had been forced and I was now a captured pixie. I hadn’t minded the last time. It’d been a pleasant but short experience, since I’d been released upon my captor’s death. Of course, nothing in our mating rules says anything against killing the man when you grow tired of him.
I feel no guilt about that deed, he’d died a pleasant and fast death… rare for a pixie to deliver, even to someone she cared for. Although, I remind myself, Adam proved a very exciting surprise. Even though he had won the right to do whatever he’d wanted to me or with me, his every action had spoke of care and respect.
I breathe a lengthy sigh of relief at remembering how I’d found him. A cupid was a messenger of love and Valentine’s Day was their “free to run amuck” day as it were. Maybe I would only have to submit to him once a year. Suddenly I couldn’t tell if that thought made me happy or sad.
Curiously, my eyes peeked open to study my bedroom. It was in a serious state of disarray, especially after Adam found my treasure chest of goodies last night. My mouth is frozen in a smirk at the plethora of items strewn about my once tiny retreat. When I get the energy to rise, I’ll clean it all up.
My eyes detect no trace of my Mr. Cupid and there is no sound of running water from the connecting bathroom. My body lacks the strength to stand and do a thorough sweep of my apartment, but I think I may have been right about the once a year commitment. Not a bad gig for a pixie like me since we are only exclusive when forced to be.
I close my eyes to slide back into sleep and regain my strength, smiling at the rumble of hunger in my belly. When all other needs are met, we supernaturals can enjoy the foods of the mortal world and I really do. The different tastes, aromas, and combinations... It’d been too long since I’d been able to enjoy them because of my other hungers. I could almost smell a delicious hot coffee and bacon I was so starved.
The door to my room slammed open, startling me into staring. Adam stood there in his pants with nothing else on. I hated that my mouth instantly watered, not at the sight of the food on the tray he carried but at the sight of his muscled chest.  He sat carefully on the bed, arranging the tray over his legs as I stared.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“So you plan on feeding me?” I dryly quipped. “The food is in your lap.”
“As if you could lift the fork,” he chuckled.
“How are you even still here? Valentine’s Day is over…”
The evil smirk on his face caught my attention then and my words were cut off by the appearance of food in front of my mouth. Just as my body had devoured his sexual attentions the night before, it now devoured everything he fed me. I was powerless to stop it. His actions demanded, my body submitted.
I didn’t mind once he held the cup of coffee to my lips. I sipped eagerly, having missed the wonderful taste of the brew for many years now. I had brewed pots in the past just for the smell and now it was flowing over my taste buds. I sighed in delight.
Adam carefully moved the tray to my night stand and stood again. I watched spellbound as he began to clean up bits of things around my room. That’s right, I told myself- MY room.
“What are you doing? And again, how are you here?”
He turned and again the evil smile flashed over his features. “Oh, I’m not your average Cupid…”
Knowledge dawned dark and deadly and my eyes widened then narrowed. I should have known with his knowledge of pixies. Hell, I should have known when he’d paid me any attention at that establishment. No Cupid in his right mind would get mixed up with a damn pixie like me, unless…
“A Fallen Cupid… son of a bitch,” I muttered.
Adam went back to cleaning. “Get cozy and I’ll take good care of you.”
He started humming a tune and stopped every few moments to feed me more sips of coffee. But the taste had gone bitter on my tongue. My mind raced at how to save myself.
His humming stopped and his eyes pinned me. “Just so you know, it’s impossible to kill a Cupid.”
I didn’t doubt him, but I prayed he was wrong. It certainly explained the Mr. Perfect routine. The problem was, especially for a pixie, it was possible to be loved to death. Sure, the sex would be great but it was now a question of who would free who first with their death…
“Fucking evil cupids,” I groan under my breath as his humming vibrates along my nerves.