I shrug and don’t deny the claim.
“It won’t be easy. Not everyone will accept a cupid and a reaper together,” she states and I nod.
“It’s worth it.”
I mean it wholeheartedly. If any of the reapers dares to hurt her feelings, I’ll make their life miserable. Love already seems to be able to handle herself effortlessly with the other cupids, and I couldn’t care less about what they think.
“You really want me to be yours?”
“Yes, do you need me to prove it?”
She bites her full pink lip and nods; I grin and take her palm and teleport her back to my private rooms without a single word.
Where Love’s room was bright, pink, and red, mine is the opposite. A large four-poster bed sits in the middle with black drapes and sheets to match. There aren’t many personal effects, but it’s comfortable and suits my needs.
Love clicks her tongue, and I feel like she might be slightly judging the impersonal nature of the room.
“I thought you were a reaper, not a vampire.”
“I can bite, if you ask nicely,” I whisper against the side of her face.
“You really didn’t want to leave?” she asks in a soft, unsure voice.
“I’d never leave you. I want to take care of you, Love.”
She swirls and faces me, and I swear to god there’s little pink heart flecks in her eyes.
Love wraps her arms around herself, she almost looks a little insecure as she speaks. “That’s all I ever wanted, someone who wants to take care of me, that isn’t scared to take control. The other night was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“You want me to be your Daddy, little Love?” Might as well go all the way fucking in if we’re doing this.
I swear a slight moan slips from her lips as she nods her head. “I think I’d like that very much.”
“Thought you might,” I say, while cupping her face. My thumbs glide along her cheekbones and her hands curl around my wrists. Love looks up at me with tear-filled eyes and I swipe a rogue tear away. “I don’t want you crying anymore unless it’s from taking my cock.”
That makes her laugh, and she shakes away the sad emotion and smiles at me. A smiling, sweet Love is much better.
“I really thought you just wanted a one-night stand.”
“Oh, little cupid, I want so much more than that. If you’ll have me.”
“I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“Me either. But I’m going to show you that you’re mine. On your knees.” The demand is dark, and I immediately know I’m the needy one in this relationship. I think I’m okay with that.
She shivers and falls to the floor like the obedient little cupid she is. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of her pretty pink eyes looking up at me with desire and an eagerness to please. She’s perfect, made for me. She’s my reward for my long, service-filled life, I decide.
Her hands go to reach out for my robes, and while her earnestness is attractive, I quickly shut it down. A tendril of smoke wraps around her wrists. She gasps but places her now tied hands on her lap, her weight shifting from side to side.
“Do you like being tied up, baby?”
She shivers, of course she loves pet names, she’s a fucking cupid.
“Yes, sir.” She licks her lips and glances up at me.
I lean down and grip her chin, the loose fabric of my robes touching her chest, making her shiver.
“Not what I want to be called, baby.”
