Page 103 of Always Eros

If I’d known it felt this good to top, I would’ve been a menace.

The sounds of skin slapping skin, of moans and chanted names, of prayers to gods I’ve never heard of, fill the air around us. I don’t care if everyone in the world can hear us. This moment is too damn perfect.

My teeth throb the closer my orgasm gets, and Eros sits up, flipping us over with ease and riding me like a sex toy. As his long blond hair catches the breeze, and the light of the moon shines down on us, I smile. He really is an angel, but he’s just mine. All for me. Always.

Eros falls forward, biting my neck, and I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of his shoulder, his blood filling my mouth. My orgasm barrels through me, rising to the surface and taking me to a place no longer in this world.

As if I’m floating in the sky with all the stars, I give into the waves of pleasure dragging me under, every part of my psyche satisfied. Eros leans back, grinding his ass on me as he finds his release too, and when he comes, shooting sticky ropes of cum all over me, I sob with pure joy, my body shaking as all the pain and confusion of the past washes away with my tears.

Eros falls forward, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my face. “Let it out now.”

I cry for several minutes as we both come back to earth from such incredible heights. “Holy fuck,” I finally manage. “That was incredible.”

“So perfect.”

When he rolls off me, I flinch, both from losing his weight on me and the tightness of his body. “We can do that again, right?”

“You like being a top, huh?”

“I like being your top.”

He chuckles. “I live for your joy, my love. You can have whatever you want, but I do hope you’ll allow me to pull you apart every now and then.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m gonna be a greedy little dick whore.”

He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. “There’s nothing wrong or shameful about indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. Why were we created with the ability to feel such joy, if not to experience it as often as possible?”

“Ooh, I like that thought.”

We lie in silence for several minutes, just watching the stars. I hope Eros knows what I’m thinking right now. Can he feel how happy I am? How much I love him? How excited I am for the future?

“Yes,” he whispers. “I feel it all as if they were my own feelings.” He turns his head to face me. “Mighty Hades, you are stunning.”

“Yeah, well, you’re still an angel. You’re everything I need, Eros.”

“You’re not afraid of me anymore?”

I shake my head. “Nah. After what I saw tonight, I’m only proud of you. I can’t believe I get to be part of this. Before I left the cult, I was so scared that I’d be too far behind the rest of the world, but the one gift you gave me that I never expected to have was time. I can catch up.”

“You’re not behind, Justice. There’s nothing to catch up on. I want you to focus on what makes you happy, with the knowledge that I’ll always be here to support you. The world is yours, my love.”

I roll to my side, dragging my hand down his chest. “No, Angel. The world is ours.”

Epilogue

One year later

Justice

Sitting around a table inside Lair, I watch the shenanigans happening around me. Vampires seduce mortals into following them to darkened corners, others grind on the dance floor or drink blood-tinged cocktails. It’s been a whole year since I ran away from the cult and found my way to Eros, and in that year, so much has happened.

I tried college but found it too structured and restrictive. Then Eros introduced me to Yves’s collection of books, and I learned everything I needed to know about the world. I spend Sundays with my folks and my new sister, and I volunteer several days a month at the new housing structure we had built for Carina. She’s expanded her services because the world isn’t short on cult survivors, unfortunately.

And after trying to come up with something I could do to be useful to the coven, I’ve been working with Bowie and Viper on developing our own private tracking technology. Turns out I have a mind for coding.

Yves’s phone rings and he frowns as he looks at the screen. “For fuck’s sake,” he mumbles, rising from the table and stomping off.

Syn, ever the protective one, follows him, as does Midnight.

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