Evil Cupid, Parts One to Three

Evil Cupid

By: Jennifer Feuerstein

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 received a hot tip on where tonight’s best action will be found.

I check my long brown hair in the mirror to make sure the waves are just right and my lipstick hasn’t smudged. Doesn’t take much to add to the illusion of sex, it’s what I was made for. Strutting into the night, I can hear and feel the excitement of Sweetest Day all around me. It brings a smile to my lips knowing I will ruin it for so many.

I skip the idea of a taxi and walk the several blocks to the hot new bar and 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 as the turmoil of emotions ravages my senses.

I can skip almost any velvet rope and this bouncer is no different. Reservation, no. Table, no. Partner, double no. With my sexiest voice I tell him I’ll 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 be in anyone’s way, but I will interfere tonight. Plans will be ruined, moments destroyed, and I will enjoy all the tears like a kid licking an ice cream cone. 
       Once inside the hopes of everyone present hit my senses like a Mack truck and I lick my lips in anticipation. Thank God and Revlon for stay proof lipstick. I take a seat at the bar and order a Cosmo. I refuse to drink the awful thing, I just like the appearance of it. Human food has nothing to offer 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 seemingly going well. My compulsion wafts through the crowd to their table like a siren song until both boys stare back. I smile wickedly, delighted at the eye contact. It’s the eye contact that lets me read them. College boys, friends, both were looking to get lucky. Perfect.

College boys are so much fun- no inhibitions and their ideas almost always surprise me. These two are no different and the fact they’re friends works in my favor. I’m aware of their female companions only through their disappointed emotions. Brilliant, the night is starting off well.

I smile to myself and chuckle as if I remembered something funny. The motion does wondrous things to my ample breasts, sending them threateningly close to the edge of the corset. Another compulsion brings 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 men,” Blondie points out, nudging his friend.

“I can see that,” I answer, looking behind them. “You’re also taken.”

At this point the two girls in question wander over to confront the woman attracting their men. Of course, I’m not a typical woman. 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 the aroma in, letting it linger across my taste buds. Now, Blondie is nodding his agreement and trying to shove off his date and I get an encore of rapture.

“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 the games even begin. My voice lowers, liquid sex to their ears. “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 wink over my shoulder. “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 exist in their world. Reserving a room in the modern age 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 pulses with energy as I gyrate into him. 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 lust washing over my sensitive nerves more than their physical affections. Blondie lifts my breasts easily from their binding and I let him.  Brunette works my skirt up to my waist, no simple task, and I enjoy his 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 fix my outfit as the boys tear into each other. The sounds of kissing, sucking, and moaning serenade 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 guessed it would go the other way around. I sigh with contentment as my own needs are satisfied… for the moment. 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 remedied and the anger feeds my desire for more. 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 heat. My night has started out with a bang.

I glance around covertly trying to find my next victims. You would think it’d be easy, but I do follow 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. Tangling with those bonds puts me in the target of the Enforcers and calls my immortality into question. Even immortals can find their lives cut short by violent means.

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’m tuned in with amazed curiosity as he walks forward and the man he just whispered to drops down onto one knee. A brush of his hand across another woman’s shoulder and she’s admitting her true feelings for the man next to her. 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 I remember as Italian. Ah, the language of love, now I know for sure who is in my company tonight and the room full of mortals won’t be enough for both of us.  Oddly, the thought of a battle amps my temperature into the volcanic range.

Still his eyes are locked with mine and he’s moving toward me. The temperature continues to rise 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 glance back to find the cause of my problems standing in front of me. I force my brows 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 peek around cautiously to see if anyone else is aware of him. Many times in my younger years I was almost burnt at the stake for talking to invisible supernaturals. Being crispified a few times taught me my lesson.

He leans forward and the scent of cinnamon and sex hits my nostrils, causing them to flare and my wiggling to increase. I vaguely hear him ask the bartender for a drink although my attention is focused on the biceps beside me. I lock my ankles around the legs of my chair to keep from taking him on the bar. Not impossible, but a little tacky for my many years.

I tried hard to ignore him, I truly did, 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 be 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 chuckles, the warmness increasing the reminder of cinnamon. I swore to buy a gallon of the spice and bathe in it. “Anna is 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.

Part Two:

His voice dropped to a whisper, “I think we should take you some place safer. You can call me Adam.”

 “Adam?” 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 helped me off 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 question him coyly referring to our supernatural means of traveling.

 “I think I’ll enjoy the walk.”

He pulls me in 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 inquire of him out of honest curiosity.

He’s not the first cupid I’ve ever encountered, but he’s definitely the first to ever show 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 slips down from my lower back to caress my backside. I stop walking and find myself grinding against his hand before I can stop 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 deny him even if I’d wanted to try. His mouth covers mine in a hot kiss as he shoves me up against a storefront. From the shift in the air, I know passing mortals won’t observe us. Good thing since we’re plastered up against the glass of a family style diner. The thought sent another wave of lust straight between my legs and they shook from the desire.

 “Fast way,” he mumbles and we disappear.

My body instinctively rockets us towards my place and I hope I have enough common sense left to make it inside my apartment. I didn’t want to fumble with my magical locks and taking the time to try would end with us writhing on the floor; wasting my wonderful playground-esque bedroom.

My feet touch solid ground and my eyes open slowly. Adam’s mouth travels its way down my neck as I glance 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 there.

 “Nice place,” his voice rumbled his chest against mine and I realize I’m without my corset.

 “Mmmm,” I moan as his lips close over a hardened nipple. “Would you like a tour?”

 “Later,” he grumbles and works on exploring my heated body.

 “Holy hell, angel boy,” I breathe out as his hands slip under my skirt.

 “Someone’s an excited little pixie,” he chuckles back.

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 caress of his hands on me. I make use of the time to slide my skirt off my hips before launching it through the air with a careful 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 experience of his jeans on my bare, fevered skin is delicious but not quite what I have in mind. My hands reach out and tear his shirt off. 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 incredibly 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 suffer 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 am 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. Swiftly soft, warm micro suede plays across the skin at my back. I recognize it as my sofa. So, we’ve moved play to the living room.

I try to pull myself together and become the sexy pixie I can be, but I’m stopped by his body moving over mine. Adam flips me easily so my burning face presses into the sofa cushion. I turn my head to allow for easier breathing. Choking won’t kill me, but passing out would interrupt 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. Evidence of a sizable erection rubs 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 backward, trying to demand what I need. An image of his 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 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 evaporating my molecules across the room. 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 taut nipples. My fingers play delicately across the planes of his stomach where the muscles jump to greet me. Adam’s breathing 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 incomprehensible moan with a small sample 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 suck down 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 growls.

 “Bedroom, now!”

I point him in the right direction, giggling as I’m thrown over a shoulder. My hands inch down his back to playfully swat at his tight buttocks. 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. His reaction 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 for my attack. “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, living 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 mortal men don’t even incite lust within us. A fresh cupid begging for it sent my lust to dangerous heights. The thought of stories piquing his curiosity made me want 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 presses into my back with Adam looming over me. He pins my wrists above my head and pries my legs open with his hips. I snarl, the fight not having been broken inside me yet.

My snarl quickly changes as his erection probes the sensitive opening to my core. I moan and arch 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 only he can deliver.

My eyes jerk open as a bite burns 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 hadn’t left out the important bits. Another bite stung my skin and I moan and writhe under the sensation.  I take notice of a click of metal and peek up to find my hands fitted inside my own cuffs.

 “Found those under the bed. They’ll come in handy,” he laughs against my skin as his hands slide from my wrists.

I try 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 narrow at the cupid who knows more than he is letting on.

“Those must have been some detailed stories,” I pant.

His eyes narrow for a moment before another bite registers on my breast. I cry out as he answers in a sinful bass. “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. The fight continuing to rage inside me, I would not succumb just yet.

Part Three:

He begged me to surrender, to admit defeat. I refused and 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 teetered on the edge of another orgasm as my hips joined in the battle, grinding against his hand.

Suddenly Adam’s hand withdrew and he pulled away. I looked down my body to find him kneeling back on his ankles, watching me. I cursed and bucked against my restraints, my legs flailed but missed. His erection bobbed telling me how hard he fought his desire. The vision of it painfully amped up my own need. 

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. I battled for control of my own body, murmurs escaping between tastes.

 “What was that?” he asked, tugging on my nipples.

 “Go to hell,” I spat out, arching into him again.  My body now burned with need, the flames racing along my bloodstream.

 “Now, now… you have to ask, nicely.”

Mr. Sweet and Loveable Cupid disappeared, replaced by something mortals would find foreign. He attracted me like a lightening rod in a storm. He became 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!”

Those words unlocked a floodgate of emotion. The flames pooled in my center raced outward, lighting my soul on fire. A pixie only gave in once in a hundred years or so, depending on how long the conqueror survived. My cry made an oath in a way, but it held such sweet rewards.

My nerves sparked to life with passion and everything around me became clearer, crisper, and more vibrant. I felt every taste bud of Adam’s tongue rasp over the skin at my neck. The frantic rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in my own chest. And, very soon, I’d experience the best orgasm since the year 1523 AD. I rarely gave in, but a Cupid made an interesting choice. At least I’d only need to deal with him on Valentine’s Day and Sweetest 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 the handcuffs were gone. It didn’t matter - I fought no more. Instead my hands ran over his body in excited strokes, pulling him closer and urging him on without words.

My need rose to a fever pitch and my core throbbed from wanting to be filled. I parted my legs farther and arched my hips. His erection slid across the wet core of me and I moaned low in my throat. I’m robbed of speech so I used my body to demand what I want. My hands glided over his hips and between us to his erection.

I used my own moisture on the soft, hardened skin to ease my trail up and down his cock. I only managed three strokes before his groan stopped me. Adam’s hand moved mine away as his hips pressed against me. My eyes closed, anticipating the moment he slammed home.

They opened in wonder to the slow glide of his cock into my core. My wetness created an easy entry, but he still moved slowly. I felt every tiny adjustment of my body to him. As if the submission of my soul wasn’t enough- he needed my body to surrender too.

I wrapped my legs around his hips trying to force him deeper but his hands pinned my hips to the floor. The squeeze of his fingers into my sensitive flesh increased the feeling of capture and I loved it. I moaned to protest the slow slide of him, wanting it hard and fast, needing that elusive release.

Finally his slide completed, my every crevice filled to capacity and I whimpered with joy. That is, until he began to withdraw. My body rose against his, trying to draw out the delicious contact, and then he slammed home. His head rammed my sensitive spot and I cried out in pleasure, my nails scoring trails onto his back. Again and again he repeated the maneuver until I writhed on the carpet, dying a slow death as my fever grew within.

He pulled me up into the safety of his arms. I allowed the manhandling, part of the agreement of my earlier submission. I was completely in his power and thankful for a second I was treated with care. Gratitude flew out the window as the change in position forced him deeper within me. I leaned forward and bit his shoulder, suckling at the red welts.

Adam climbed onto the bed with me, oddly fixing me in a position of power. I stared down at him in confusion from my perch on his hips. A lift of his hips wrenched another groan of ecstasy from my lips. I ran my hands down his chiseled chest, digging in around his pecs.

 “Dance, Anna... take control,” he moaned, gripping my hips and directing me.

Never in this ritual have I been in control and it excited me. My body took over, riding him in a rhythm set by instinct, feeling, and need. A shot of electricity sizzled up my core as his thumb rubbed over my sensitive clit, rocketing my bliss into overdrive.

Tendrils of the coming orgasm whispered through my muscles as the room faded to black in my vision. Still my hips pumped and ground against him, his hips rose to match me, and his thumb continued its persistent slide.

The room disappeared into stars and darkness as the orgasm ripped through my body. I sensed every muscle fiber contract and release in a spasm of pure heaven. My own loud screams barely registered in my mind as my body was thrown taut over Adam’s. His hips continued to grind into me, lengthening my own pleasure.

His roar joined my own as his hot seed spilled deep within me. My body lapped it up eagerly and greedily before falling limp against him. My heart rate erratic against his chest, I gulped for breath. His muscled arms encircled me protectively and I fell into a peaceful, satisfied slumber.

Sunshine leaked across my face, sending rays of light shooting behind my eyelids. My body was completely sated and, for once, all my hungers were satisfied. My arm lifted weakly to counter the sunlight as I thought about my situation. And I was in one hell of a bind.

On one hand, the night was full of glorious sex and I climaxed multiple times, leading to my current weak state. On the other hand, my submission was given as a free pixie. I hadn’t minded my last bonding. 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 said anything against killing the man when you grew tired of him.

I felt no guilt about that deed, he died a pleasant and fast death… rare for a pixie to deliver, even to someone she cared for. Although, I reminded myself, Adam proved a very exciting surprise. Even though he had won the right to do whatever he wanted to me or with me, his every action had spoken of care and respect. Besides, I reminded myself, Cupids only ran amuck on Valentine’s and Sweetest Day. A twice a year commitment was easily handled.

Curiously, my eyes peeked open to study my bedroom. It lay in a serious state of disarray, especially after Adam found my treasure chest of goodies last night. My mouth froze in a smirk at the plethora of items strewn about my once tidy retreat. When I get the energy to rise, I’ll clean it all up.

My eyes detected no trace of my Mr. Cupid and there was no sound of running water from the connecting bathroom. My body lacked the strength to stand and do a thorough sweep of my apartment, but I thought I was right about the twice a year commitment. Not a bad gig for a pixie like me since we were only exclusive when forced to be.

I closed 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 pixies can enjoy the foods of the mortal world and I really did. The different tastes, aromas, and combinations... It’d been too long since I’d enjoyed them. I could almost smell a delicious hot coffee and bacon I was so starved.

The door to my room slammed open, startling me, and I stared. Adam stood clad in only his pants. I hated how my mouth instantly watered, not at the sight of the food on the tray but at the sight of his muscled chest.  He sat carefully on the bed, arranging the tray over his legs.

 “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? Sweetest Day is over…”

The evil smirk on his face caught my attention before my words were cut off by food in front of my mouth. I devoured everything he fed me, powerless to stop. His actions demanded, my body submitted – the oath called for this trade.

I no longer minded when he held the cup of coffee to my lips. I sipped eagerly, having missed the wonderful taste of the brew for many years. I brewed pots in the past just for the smell and now it flowed 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 cleaned 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 the bar. 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 continued to clean. “Get cozy and I’ll take good care of you.”

He hummed a tune and stopped every few moments to feed me more sips of coffee. But the taste went 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 became a question of who would free who first by their death…

 “Fucking evil cupids,” I groaned under my breath as his humming vibrated along my nerves.

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~Jennifer Feuerstein~

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