Page 76 of Desired By Eros

And he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched that someone from afar, her hands deep in dirt as she communed with her beloved dinosaur bones.

After a year of being with Psyche, he had only understood a small part of what she did and who she was, but that’s what he loved about her. She was still like a puzzle to him, and to be honest, he enjoyed trying to solve her. Every now and then, he learned something new about her, whether it was a food she detested—bean sprouts, ew—or another new favorite dinosaur—he was sure this one really was called amazonsaurus—and he was certain his love for her grew with each new piece he discovered.

“Done for the day?” he asked as he approached her.

She glanced up at him, nose wrinkling. “You’re sure no one else can see you, right?”

“It’s part of my godly powers, being able to appear only to those I choose. Now.” He bent down to her level. “Are you ready?”

She wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a spot of dirt on her cheek. “Yeah, one second, I need to get cleaned up. I’m so dirty and sweaty.”

Reaching out, he brushed the dirt away, and then snapped his fingers. In an instant, she was wearing fresh, clean clothes. Her hair, too, was washed and dried. “There. No need to shower or get dressed.”

She let out a small squeal. “I can’t wait to get my powers so I can do that by myself.”

“That’sthe first thing you’re going to do once you gain your immortal powers? Instant showers?”

“Well, you already told me I can’t travel back in time to the Mesozoic era.”

He chuckled and then kissed her. “Only you, darling, would think of that. But, all in due time, right?”

With Eros being her wolf’s chosen mate, the council agreed that Psyche could receive the golden apple and become immortal. However, Psyche decided she wanted to finish her PhD first before proceeding with her ceremony as once she did partake of the apple, she would have to live in Olympus for a full year without leaving. She only had two more years left in her program, and while he knew that would go by quickly, he nonetheless was counting the days until he and Psyche truly could be together for eternity.

In the meantime, he watched over her when he could, and Aphrodite had placed several protection spells on her, while Hephaestus gave her the latest version of the Olympus smartwatch, which included a panic button that could transport her out of any dangerous situation and track her anywhere on the Upperworld. Still, for the most part, he was never at ease unless he was with her, which is why he transported her every day to and from Denali and back to Vancouver Island, where they lived on pack territory, at her parents’ home.

“Are you ready?” With a snap of his fingers, a blanket appeared in his hands—the very same blanket he had gotten for her the year before for their flying sessions.

The scent of her filled his nostrils as she stepped into the outstretched blanket. He wrapped her up tight, pulling her close. The bond between them pulsed with life as it always did whenever they touched. Despite living for thousands of years, he had never experienced anything quite like it, that metaphysical link between them that proclaimed that they were each other’s chosen mates.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded against his chest. “Yes. Let’s go.”

His wings snapped out and they shot into the sky. Actually, there was no need for them to fly at all, as he could always transport them directly back to Vancouver with his powers. However, after a few weeks of doing that, Psyche had requested if he could at least fly them part of the way. He had asked if she had changed her mind about hating flying. She simply said, “It’s part of my routine now,” and so he obliged her.

Besides, there really was nothing like flying over the clouds with the blue skies above and the most important person in his world in his arms.

“Eroooos!” she screamed as he swooped low, piercing through the low-hanging clouds. He had to do it, of course, and she had told him that it was okay to surprise her once in a while. Besides, if she really was uncomfortable or hated something, he would feel it immediately through their bond.

After a few minutes of flying, he could tell she was starting to feel uncomfortable, not just through the bond but from the way she fidgeted in his arms. In a nanosecond, they were inside their room back in Psyche’s parents’ home on Vancouver Island.

“And how is my passenger princess?” he teased as he placed her on her feet.

“F-fine,” she said as she shook off the blanket.

Eros caught it in time before it fell to the ground, then folded it. “Do you need a few minutes?”

“Few minutes? For what?” She glanced at the clock. “Dinner is still a couple of hours away.”

“Yes, but I have a meeting before then.”

“Oh.” Her expression darkened. “With Bob, right?”

Just as they had agreed, Eros had been helping Bob find Cyncus’s descendants, so that they would all be properly informed about the pyxis and what would happen to them once the magic inside it was released.

Working together, and with the assistance of the small team Eros had put together, they managed to track down the ones who were still in Vale Crossing. It wasn’t too difficult, as they didn’t stray too far from the original geryon stronghold. However, it was the descendants who went out into the Upperworld who had proven tricky to locate. Their blood had been too diluted, which could probably mean they might not grow wings or gain any magic, but it was still a possibility. In any case, they had to be informed, too, lest they suddenly start sprouting feathers or performing magical feats in front of humans, that would indeed, bring about chaos.

“You still don’t like him, do you?”

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