Page 12 of A Contemporary Mythos Valentine's
He grabbed my waist, pulling me tighter against him, deepening the union. Euphoria swirled through my core, pulsing, quaking until finally I came undone—my cries muted from the thunderous fireworks exploding near us.
Reaching behind him, he locked my ankles above his ass before situating himself upright. I curled my arms around his neck, and we locked gazes. The wind caused from the strong flaps of his wings made my hair tousle.
“Keep beating those wings, sweetheart,” he whispered, his callused hands grabbing my butt and using it to push and pull me onto him.
I dug my nails into the back of his head, a sweet torturous mixture of ecstasy and concentration with my wings sending me into overdrive. Guiding my hips in time with his movements, I let my head fall back with a moan. His tongue skirted my neck before sucking and biting it. He relinquished one hand from my ass to cup my breast, massaging it, pinching a nipple between two fingers.
A strong air current shot from below us, sending us in a vertical spiral. We both folded our wings behind us, coasting and letting the air serve as a temporary bed for our lovemaking. Locking my eyes with his, I flapped my wings again and rode him, bucking my hips, writhing, breathing his very essence into my soul.
Eros gritted his teeth, letting me take complete control but still beating his wings with extra force, carrying the total burden from me. “Elani, you’re going to make me—”
Pressing my lips to his ear, I sucked on the lobe before whispering, “Come for me, soulmate.”
It was one thing to experience sex as a mortal. It was another to experience it not only as a goddess but as a goddess of love. My husband was passion personified, but when we made love as gods, I couldfeelit floating from his skin.
He buried his face in my hair, grunting, groaning, and tensing until he spilled himself inside of me. As a goddess, when he came, the passion exploding from him was enough to drive me over the edge without so much as a touch from him. We slowly began to float down as the timing beats of our wings grew languid. Placing a soft kiss against his lips, I smiled at him with a satiated gaze, my eyelids going heavy.
“You’re a godsdamned natural with flying, Lani.” He lazily stroked up and down my back, flapping his wings with one hugethwapto keep us from dipping past the clouds.
Letting out a satisfied moan, I played my fingers through his hair. “I had a good teacher.”
“Did you really want to sleep in the clouds?” The twinkling stars in the sky reflected in his blue gaze.
I pushed back with a quirk of a brow. “I—we can do that?”
“I’m game if you are. It’d be a first.” His shoulders bounced as he chuckled.
“How could I refuse?” After sucking on my lower lip, I kissed him again.
Nestled within the cotton softness of the clouds, Eros wrapped his giant white wings around us, and with only the moon and stars as our witnesses, we fell asleep amidst the midnight sky.
* * *
E L A N I
I didn’t want the weekend to end, but I missed Hedone terribly. We stood outside the door of our hotel room, waiting for Ares or Harmony to answer. The door whipped open, and Ares stood there, holding a towel around his waist with one hand. My eyes widened at his bare chest glistening with water droplets.
Eros cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “I—don’t want to know. We just stopped by to tell you both can have the room today. There’s one last thing I want to do with Elani before we have to get back to reality, and it doesn’t involve Greece.”
Doesn’t involve Greece?
“Thanks. That’ll make Harm happy. And by the way, I was taking a shower. Not near as scandalous as whatever your perverted mind is coming up with.” Ares snorted, and the towel slid off his hip bone.
Clasping my hands behind my back, I snapped my gaze to Ares’s face.
“Yeah, yeah, you walking gargoyle. We’ll catch you later.” Eros pushed off the doorframe, and I gave a quick wave before hitch-stepping to catch up with Eros down the hall.
“So, what are we doing?” I raised to the balls of my feet and flopped onto my heels.
“Archery.” He gave a wicked smile.
“Um. What now?”
He curled me to his side and kissed my head. “Did you honestly think you’d get away with marrying Eros, also known as Cupid—the god who despite Apollo thinking he’s mostly known for it—is known for his archery prowess and never shoot an arrow?”
I opened my mouth but quickly snapped it shut. He had a point.
He ported us to an open-faced cavern outfitted with several targets made of packed straw. There were varying types of bows hanging from hooks and a dozen quivers with arrows.
