Chapter Six
Thearrowislightin my hands, and cool to the touch. I shiver when I remember how Eros used this on me. Tortured my skin with both pleasure and pain. I couldn’t figure out what it was before, but now it all makes sense, and doesn’t at the same time.
I look up into his eyes and he’s observing me cautiously. As if he’s afraid I’ll run. Which is valid since that is what I was going to do a moment ago.
I hold up the shaft, swallowing the lump that’s formed in my throat. “Who are you really, and why the hell do you have an arrow in your hotel room?”
Eros takes a small step toward me in all his naked glory. He holds up his hands in the gesture that says he means no harm, the corner of his mouth lifting into an impish half smile.
“I didn’t lie when I said my name is Eros.” He stops moving when he’s close enough I can smell his rich floral, spice and vanilla scent. It’s dizzying, and automatically I want to close therest of the distance between us. To kiss him and let him fuck me again, to give myself to him in all ways possible.
I step back automatically to try and lessen all the feelings swirling in my body, but I don’t have much space between me and the wall.
Eros looks confused by my need to get away, and I point the sharp end of the arrow at him in warning.
“Theo,” he says softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I want to believe that. But I’m confused, and everything my brain is implying about the man before me doesn’t make sense.
His name is Eros, he’s a matchmaker, he has an arrow in his hotel room, and not only looks like a god, but fucks like one too. There is also his glowing skin, his overly handsome looks and I remember thinking it was odd he kept saying “gods” instead of “god.” That’s not a usual thing for someone to cry out.
But for him to actuallybea god? The one and only Eros. The Roman cupid—it’s absolutely wild to believe it to be true. And if he is, why in the hell would he be in a Grove City hotel, of all places, fucking me on Valentine’s Day?
A light touch to my cheek refocuses my gaze to Eros. I was so lost in thought I didn’t register that he had moved. Or that he now holds the arrow in his hand. I tell my feet to move, to run, but my heart won’t let me. It’s like I’m stuck in his energy field, and nothing in the world could take me away.
“You’re putting the pieces together.” He strokes his thumb over my cheek.
“Am I dreaming?” Because honestly, that’s the only logical explanation. Eros isn’t real. He can’t be.
“You’re not dreaming, Theo. Everything that happened tonight has been real.”
I wet my lips, eyes dropping to the arrow in his hand. “It’s impossible.”
“Is it?” Eros lifts the arrow for me to see. “This is in fact an arrow.” He presses his finger to the tip of it, his shoulders rolling back and his lungs filling with air like it just gave him power.
“Touch it,” he says.
I don’t know why I listen, but I do. Pleasure zips through my body and if my cock wasn’t so used, I swear it would come back to life again.
I pull my finger away and hold it in my other hand. “What was that?”
“This arrow’s magic is unique in that it heightens one’s senses.”
“And you have more than this?”
He nods. “I have one to draw humans together when their souls are destined and they need a little shove. Others to break toxic love, and even one to cause friendly chaos.”
I stare at the golden arrow as his words really sink in.Humans. Souls. Destiny…
He’s admitting that he’s a god. That he’s really Eros, and he uses magic arrows to help people fall in love...among other things. My insides twist, and my eyes sharpen at the arrow.
“Did you do something to me with one of those? Is that how you got me here?”
His gaze turns serious and she shakes his head. “Does it feel like I did that to you?”
I think of the moment we met. I was drawn to him, sure, but I didn’t feel like a magical force made me be here. I wanted to be here with him, to have a fun night with a beautiful man after what I’d been through.
“Then why tell me all this? Why not let me leave, thinking this was the best sex of my life with a stranger? You didn’t even have to tell me your full name. I would have kept calling you E.”
