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  “No, I have the better end of the deal if what you say is true. On my world, not many would even look at me. I’m round in all the wrong places and I’m kind of short, if you haven’t noticed.”

  Otto carried her back into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed with her in his lap. “First, you and I are bound to each other already. Once I touched you, the change started. Second, never let me hear you criticizing yourself like that again. You happened to be talking about the woman I’ve pledged my heart to, and warriors take offense at his woman being insulted.” He leaned down, his nose touching hers. “I might have to spank you the next time I hear it. Third, after all you have gone through, I know it will take time, but I’m not going anywhere. If you’d like to see your world, I can take you anywhere. My job goes with me.” He smiled, and Isabelle knew she was lost.

  “Hmm, if I’m not mistaken, on your world, Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and it’s appropriate for your lover-husband to give you a gift, no?” he asked and held out his hand where a small red velvet box appeared.

  “For you,” Otto said.

  “But...” she couldn’t help it; Isabelle took the box and, with trembling hands, opened the first Valentine gift she had ever gotten. Inside the box were two things. One a ring with a red ruby shaped like a heart with diamonds surrounding it.

  “This is my family’s stone. I believe you wear a ring when mated, no?” he asked, putting it on her wedding finger.

  “There, now you are legal,” he said and she laughed.

  “Well, there is a ceremony, but we don’t need that, plus I have no family,” she told him. “What is the key for?”

  He took the key attacked to a black felt choker and hooked it around her neck. It is the key to my soul. Anytime you need me, you’ll be able to call me with this. Just hold onto it and think of me and I’ll come to you.”

  Isabelle reached up and touched the key, staring up at Otto. “Why am I accepting this so fast?”

  “I’m afraid that is also Eros’s doing. That little pinch you felt was his special love arrow. It helps us except the other, guides our souls to the other. In other words, we are bonded for life. One could not live without the other.”

  “Wow, on our world, Cupid is just a sex god. You know, one hot night of love with the closest person to you when struck by his arrow.”

  Otto smiled. “He has two sets of arrows. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to be inside you right now, but I know you must be tired.”

  Isabelle snorted and got up, stripping the robe and her pajamas from her body. “Right now, I’d love for a handsome warrior to take my mind off the past month. Show me what it is to be loved by a dream warrior. Give me my Valentine’s loving.”

  She didn’t have to ask twice; Otto was naked and had her on the bed with him atop her.

  He stared down at her and smiled. “We don’t have much time. My family will be visiting us shortly, but I can give you what you humans say—fast, hard loving?”

  She laughed and moaned as he rubbed his cock up and down her pussy lips. “Grab onto your legs and hold onto them, baby,” he said, and Isabelle knew she was wet bellow as her nipples hardened.

  Seeing this, Otto lowered his head, sucking one into his mouth. The suction so strong it bordered on pain, but he released her as he reached down, rubbing his fingers over her pussy. “Nice and wet; you are ready,” Otto whispered right before he thrust into her.

  He was so long that the tip of his cock seemed to touch the beginning of her womb. There was a little pain, but more pleasure. Each time he moved in and out of her, he watched every emotion that played over her face.

  If she hurt, he adjusted his position. Otto was so careful but loving her like no one had ever. She released her legs, wrapping them around him, sliding her arms around his neck.

  He stopped his movement, questioning her.

  “Love me,” she whispered and kissed his thick lips softly.

  “Always,” he said against her lips. With circular and upward thrusts, Otto hit that special button inside that she never believed that was there.

  “Otto!” she screamed, her legs shook as he thrust again and again into her until he growled, his seed warm inside her.

  “Um, wow,” she mumbled, looking up at him.

  “We’ll have more wows when my family leaves, but I’m afraid I don’t have time to cuddle with my woman.” He slid out of her and moved off the bed.

  “What; they’re here now?” She moved fast off the bed.

  He laughed, leaning down, placing a kiss on her lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my beautiful woman.” He stepped back, and she was dressed.

  “Wow, pretty and I like, thank you,” Isabelle said, running her hand over the red dress. She looked up, tears filled her eyes. “Thank you for giving me all of this. I thought I’d have to start all over alone.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “Never alone, my love, never alone.”

  * * * *

  Eros relaxed his list was done. He let out the breath he’d been holding. It was Valentine’s night, and his work was done.

  The door opened, and Moirai walked into his office. “You have done well, but there is one more woman that needs her man.” The woman came around his desk and proceeded to look at his list, but all of a sudden, his arm was a flame and he was standing in front of a dark bar.

  Eros’s Story

  “Inside is your woman, Eros,” Moirai said inside his head. “Her name is Gabriela.”

  Eros shook his head; he should have known what was going on, but he’d been too busy concentrating on the damn list.

  He looked down at his clothes and snorted. “Really, a biker?” he muttered and moved into the small, dark establishment.

  The place was empty and chairs were on the tables, as the jukebox played a song, but the words were not coming from the box but from the lady who was sweeping the floor, singing.

  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she brushed back her dark hair.

  “Gabriela, hurry up, I want to close and meet with the guys,” a big brute said behind the bar. He looked up at him. “We’re closed.”

  “I’m not here for a drink but for her,” Eros said and held out his hand for the woman.

  “I don’t think so. Who the hell do you think you are coming in here and threating to take my sister away?”

  “Someone who will never have her sweeping or cleaning unless she wants to. A man who will love her for the person she is and only ask that she love him back. He’d give her the world and beyond if Gabriela would risk caution just once and trust her heart. My name is Eros, and you are mine.”

  Never in all his life had he been so nervous; this one woman held his heart, but it seemed the big brute was bound and determined to get in his way.

  He jumped the bar and came straight for him, but with a wave of Eros’s hand, the man froze. “As I said, this is not for you to interrupt.” Eros carefully made his way to the woman in question.

  She watched him with big brown eyes. “He’s going to be furious once you let him go,” she said, her voice was that of an angel.

  “I’m hoping we won’t be here when I release him. After all, I would hate to hurt anyone that is related to you. Unless, he has hurt you?” he asked and she smiled.

  “No, he can be gruff, but he’s given me a job and a place to stay since my house burned last month. So where would you take me, Eros, and who are you?” she asked, finishing her work.

  “I would take you anywhere you’d like to go in the world; as to who I am, well,” he actually became embarrassed and looked down at the ground. “I am what you would call Cupid or God of Love. But it seems the fates have chosen for me to have a dose of my own medicine.”

  “So this is for one night then?” she asked, taking her apron off, and he groaned.

  Her breasts were big, almost hanging out of the bustier she wore, and the woman had curves to make him drool. “No, our love is for eternity
if you would have me,” he said.

  “Dance with me?” she asked.

  “Here and now? I’d rather take you someplace special to dance among the stars if you let me.”

  “You’d bring me back if I wanted to come back?” his woman asked.

  “I’d take you anywhere you want to go.” He released her brother, and he lunged forward but stopped a few feet from her.

  “Little sister?” he asked.

  “I’ll go with him; he’s telling the truth as you have seen what he can do, but I will let you know tomorrow what is going on. Now go, spend your time with your men. Thank you, Bobby, for everything you’ve done for me.” She moved to her brother and placed a kiss on his lips. “But I have a feeling my destiny is with this man.”

  She held out her hand, and Eros closed his larger one around hers. “I promise, if she wants to come back, I’ll bring her back. We will let you know what happens tomorrow. By the way, there is a card game I host. It’s next week; if you want to come, you are invited.” He laughed.

  “But I’m afraid you’ll be the only single man there, the fates have seen to that.” He wrapped his arm around the dark-haired beauty, knowing tonight he would have his own special Valentine’s Day. Oh, were his friends going to enjoy this.

  The bakers dozen were now all mated, and he, for one, was very, very pleased with the results. He held out his hand. “For you, my love,” he said, giving her twelve red roses with one white rose in the middle—her.

  She smiled and took a long sniff of the flowers. “Show me your world, Eros.”

  * * * *

  Moirai clapped her hands together and turned to her sister. I finished mine; now, let’s see if your Claus gets his list done.

  Clotho, the next oldest of the fates, nodded. “You did well, but my man Claus will not let me down.”

  The end until Christmas time and Claus’s story.

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  Trinity Blacio has been writing now professionally for ten years. Currently, she has available titles from Freya’s Bower, Ravenous Romance, Riverdale Avenue Books and Ellora’s Cave with more to come. She is always excited to be writing, hearing from readers and helping fellow authors.

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