For the Love of Cupidity Read online

  For The Love Of Cupidity

  A Valentine’s Day Novella

  Raven Kennedy

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Thank You For Reading

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2019 by Raven Kennedy

  All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This work, or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover Design by Nichole Witholder at Rainy Day Artwork

  Edited by Robin Lee

  Author’s Note

  This is a Valentine’s Day novella, and is a continuation of the Heart Hassle series. This story takes place after the end of book three.

  There is mature language and sexually explicit scenes. Intended for audiences 18 years and older.

  To my amazing readers—this one is just for you.

  Chapter 1

  “You’re glowing again.”

  I crack open one eye and groan at being woken up.

  “Deal with it,” I mumble into the pillow.

  I feel one of my mates pick up my wrist where my cupid boss mark is glowing bright pink. At first, I think he’s about to lovingly caress it, but no. He shoves it under the blankets to snuff out the bright light.

  Jerk.

  “Too early,” I hear Evert grumble, his voice all scratchy with sleep.

  I agree, so I close my eyes again, ready to fall back into the heavy sleep that I’d been in, when there’s a sudden screech that sounds like a banshee being tickled to pieces. A tiny body launches itself onto our bed, landing on one of the guys. I hear Sylred expel an “oomph,” and then the delighted screeching turns to incessant talking.

  “Wake up, wake up, wake up! It’s wing day!”

  I lift up my head to find our two-year-old daughter sitting on Sylred’s back while she shakes Ronak’s muscled arm and flicks Evert’s face with her red genfin tail. “Come on Daddies! Wing day! Wing day!”

  “Good gods, it’s not even sunrise yet,” Evert says, trying to bat away the tail in his face.

  “You said if I went to sleep last night in my own bed, then today you’d teach me to fly. You said that.”

  I blame myself for her excellent speaking skills at such a young age. It’s a blessing and a curse. She’s been talking in full sentences since before her first birthday. She even talks in her sleep.

  “I don’t think you’re gonna get them up this early,” I tell her.

  Amorette frowns in thought, and when none of the guys move, she stands up on Sylred’s back and starts systematically hopping from genfin to genfin like they’re stepping stones.

  “That’s one way to do it.”

  Before our boisterous daughter can hop onto Ronak for the third time, his arm shoots out, and he snags her around the middle and tosses her up into the air. She shrieks in delight.

  My heart jumps at the ridiculous height her little body reaches, but that’s always the case with these two. He catches her securely around her middle again and again, and she giggles joyfully. His impressive bicep flexes every time he tosses her up. Seriously, this guy has the best muscles ever. Sometimes I ask him to open jars or cut wood or lift something, even when I don’t really need him to. I just like to watch his muscles flex. The sight makes my vaggie patch bloom.

  “Again, again!” Amorette squeals, and her laughter is so infectious that I can’t help but smile into my pillow.

  “You females are so demanding,” Ronak says, cocking a brown brow at me.

  I lick my dry lips. “We just know what we want.”

  He catches Amorette one last time and then gets out of bed, swinging her up and over his shoulders so she can have a piggy back ride. “Wing time?”

  “Yeah, wing time!” she says excitedly, her tail flicking behind her. Her tail is adorable. It’s red like her wings with a little tuft of pink hair at the end that matches the ringlets on her head.

  Ronak smacks Evert on the head as he passes. “You heard her. Get up. It’s wing time.”

  “Fucking asshole,” Evert grumbles, chucking a pillow at him.

  “Daddy Ev! You said a bad word!” Amorette scolds.

  “Yes, he did,” Sylred says as he sits up from the bed. “And now he has to put more money in the jar.” Sylred gets way too much enjoyment by making Evert pay up.

  “Fucking jar,” Evert grumbles, as he sits up and scrubs his hands down his face.

  Amorette points at him. “You said a bad word again!”

  A laugh escapes me. Evert is forever in debt to the swear jar.

  The guys toss Amorette to one another as they pull on shirts, and being the daredevil that she is, she giggles gleefully every time she’s tossed around like a beachball.

  With ringlets of pink hair and red-feathered wings like me, she’s so cute that I can’t help but smile every time I look at her. She looks like me, but there’s no doubt that she takes after her genfin daddies, too, and I don’t just mean the tail.

  “Wait! I need my sword!”

  She hops out of Evert’s arms and goes racing out of the room in search of her favorite toy. Yeah, a sword. Sylred made it for her out of wood, and she carries it around with her everywhere. She even sleeps with the thing. Ronak is oddly proud about it. He’s also been sneaking off to teach her how to use it. He thinks I haven’t noticed.

  “You need anything?” Sylred asks, coming around to plant a kiss on my head.

  “I’m good,” I tell him with a smile. “Watch her, though. Ronak gets too crazy. Don’t let him just drop her from the sky. I don’t want her to be scared.”

  Sylred chuckles, but Ronak scoffs. “Our daughter is fearless.”

  “Okay, fine. But don’t encourage that fearlessness too much. I don’t want her getting hurt during her first flying lesson. She’s brave, but sometimes she’s too brave for her own good.”

  Ronak comes stalking toward me, and even though he has a shirt on now, the fabric still strains over his bulging muscles. I’m tempted to run my hands up his abs and pecs.

  “I would never let anything happen to our daughter,” he says, looking down at me sternly. He has his hot alpha voice on, and by the smug look on his face, he knows how much that tone gets to me. I shift my thighs together, wondering if I can possibly steal him away for a few minutes, but then Amorette comes sprinting into the room, and all my thoughts of a quickie go out the window.

  We have to sneak off for sex nowadays. There’s a system. It’s a lot like passing the baton, but in our case, we pass a toddler to one of the guys while the rest of the guys sneak me out for a little hurried hoopty. They consider it a challenge to see who can make me orgasm the quickest.

  “I’m ready!” Amorette says, wooden sword in hand. The thing is as tall as she is.

  I smile. “Can I have a kiss first?”

  She comes bounding over, little lips puckered as she lands one on my cheek. “Morning, Mommy!
”

  “Good morning, baby.”

  Excited, she grabs Sylred’s and Ronak’s hands and starts pulling them away. “Come on!”

  “Be careful!” I call as the four of them disappear out of the room to go start her promised flying lessons.

  I snuggle back under the covers, happy to get a few more minutes of blessed sleep, but of course, that’s when I get the urgent need to pee.

  With a defeated sigh, I throw the covers off. “Damn you, bladder.”

  Okot comes strolling in then, his bright red mohawk wet and slicked back from bathing. I smell his spicy scent mixed with the pine needle soap that Sylred makes.

  When I bring my feet over the edge of the bed, he comes forward and takes my hand, helping me up.

  As soon as I’m vertical, I huff out a breath like I just ran a marathon. “Getting out of bed is hard,” I say.

  Okot smiles and rests his large hands on my hugely pregnant belly. I look down at it and shake my head. “I was not this big with Amorette. It’s got to be your fault that I look like I’m growing a baby who’s part giant.”

  He runs his palm over my belly button, caressing me with both adoration and awe. I’ll never get sick of that. Under his touch, the baby kicks, making both of us smile. “That was a strong one,” he muses.

  “Gets stronger every minute. It’s like he or she is practicing kickboxing in there.”

  “I’ll make you breakfast, my beloved.”

  My stomach grumbles at the mere suggestion. “Mmm food. Yes, please.”

  “Same thing as yesterday?” he asks.

  I nod. “Yeah, but can I have extra garlic on the toast? And maybe some lime slices? Oh, and one of those eclairs. But not the cream-filled one.”

  He nods, not even blinking at my strange food requests as he moves to help me down the hallway.

  I shuffle inside to the toilet and pee, and the relief is so intense that it makes me shiver. Peeing is such an event when pregnant. I feel like my whole life revolves around my bladder these days. I even have to plan ahead of time for it. We want to go somewhere? Gotta pee before we leave. We get there? Have to use the bathroom. About to leave? Nope, I need to go sit on the toilet first. Even if I don’t feel like I need to pee, it’s a bold, bladder-faced lie. I sit down on the toilet, and pee comes out regardless.

  I pee day and night, and am constantly in a state of, Oh my gods I need to go, or I’m gonna wet my pants. It’s all very hectic. It really keeps the guys on their toes, too. The moment we get somewhere, they’re in a panic, making sure they find a toilet ASAP. I would laugh…except that would probably make me pee.

  Chapter 2

  When I’m done relieving my bladder, Okot comes in and draws the bath for me, testing the temperature several times until he’s confident that it’s not too hot or too cold. He even pours in the lemon-scented soap that I like. I can’t use the lavender one anymore. If I catch one whiff, my gag reflex goes on high alert.

  Okot gently removes my nightdress, and even though I’m as big as a boulder, he gathers me into his arms and lowers me into the water. It’s one of the rules in the house now that I’m so big. I had one too many near falls getting my fat ass into the tub, so one of them makes sure to always help me in.

  Once I’m safely submerged, Okot leaves me to go prepare my breakfast. They learned when I was pregnant with Amorette that my voracious appetite didn’t slow down, but it did get a bit weirder.

  I can’t reach my toes, or even my knees, so I just sort of flop a washcloth down over the general area and hope the soaking gets me clean enough.

  Okot comes in a while later to help me out. After drying me off, he has me sit on the bench in front of the vanity. My genfins made everything in this entire den by hand, and the bathroom is one of my favorite rooms. Aside from the gorgeous tub, the window looks out onto the flower box. There’s just enough sunlight coming in to make the white-gray marble sparkle.

  Naked, I sit on the bench and watch as Okot squeezes oil onto his hands and picks up my foot to start rubbing the oil into my skin. He works quietly and slowly, his large, callused hands working the oil into the arches of my swollen feet, up my calves and thighs, down my arms, and adding delicious pressure into my shoulders and aching back, before finishing with my belly.

  It’s both relaxing and a turn-on. I don’t know whether I want to take a nap or jump him.

  But really, why choose? I could totally do both.

  I reach forward and take a fistful of his shirt, yanking him down and slamming his lips against mine. His septum piercing tickles my nose as I shift my head, my tongue flicking against his. A low sound of approval hums in his chest, and his hand comes up to surround my neck, the pad of his thumb dancing across my throat in a feather-light touch.

  “Your breakfast will get cold,” he says against my lips, his red-ringed eyes pulsing with desire. I freaking love that look.

  “Don’t care,” I say, pulling him back to me, needing his lips on mine. “I can re-heat the limes.”

  He obliges, nipping and sipping at my bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and pulling just enough to sting deliciously.

  When his oiled fingers trail down to my core and graze over my clit, I make a super embarrassing keening noise that I just can’t stop.

  While keeping pressure on my nub, he slips two fingers inside of me, and I lose my grasp on his shirt. When I start to tip back, Okot slips his arms around me and hauls me up to my feet. I immediately brace my hands on the counter and push my ass out. It’s one of the only sex positions I’m still awesome at when I’m this pregnant, and the guys don’t complain one bit.

  Okot loosens the ties of his pants and then drops them to his ankles. I watch in the mirror as his huge penis pops out like a jack in the box. And just like with a jack in the box, it both thrills me and scares me a little. His piercings glint in the light, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

  “Gods you’re so freaking big. I still can’t believe you manage to fit that thing inside of me without ripping me in half.”

  “I would never hu—”

  His words cut off, and I look at him in the mirror’s reflection. My eyes soften when I see his expression. I know that look. He’s remembering when his mind was being controlled, and he attacked me. He’s remembering how he hurt me.

  His eyes drop to my throat, as if he’s seeing his hands wrapped around it, choking the air out of me. It’s gotten better with time, but the memories still haunt him.

  I pick up his hand and slowly lift it. His eyes snap to mine in the mirror as I deliberately put his hand back around my throat. He needs to be reminded that I trust him. He needs to be shown that I know he’d never hurt me. Hopefully, if I remind him enough, he’ll eventually trust himself again.

  His hand is tense and still for a moment, but when I reach back behind me and slowly begin to stroke his length, he finally relaxes. His hand at my throat cradles me gently, his thumb rubbing up and down my sensitive skin as I work him in my hand. He’s so big my fingers don’t touch.

  Okot lines up behind me and traces his hand over the curve of my butt before moving my hair off my back and leaning in to the crook of my neck. He breathes in slowly, like he’s drinking in my scent, and I feel his already huge erection grow even bigger. I drop my hand from him as he grinds against me, and when he flicks his tongue out to taste the skin of my neck, I’m so turned on that I have to take matters into my own hands. I let my hand drop between my thighs and start playing with myself, and Okot groans at the sight.

  “Please,” I tell him, my voice husky.

  But instead of entering me, Okot drops to his knees, grips my thighs, and starts eating me out from behind.

  “OhmygodsIwasnotexpectingthat.”

  Okot is big everywhere. Even his tongue is big. So when he lays it flat and licks my slit, I nearly jump ten feet in the air, and probably would have if he wasn’t holding me so securely. His thick, wet tongue pushes into me, and my lamassu freaking worships me with it; licki
ng, sipping, and just generally giving me the best tongue-fuck I’ve ever had. And I have four mates who like to take a lot of trips down south, so that’s saying a lot.

  I clench my eyes tight when I come, his name falling from my lips and bouncing off the walls. With my pussy still rippling with the orgasm, Okot stands and starts pushing into me, the huge head of his cock slowly breaching me.

  So careful not to hurt me, he goes agonizingly slow, pushing in inch by inch. My body compensates for his girth and I breathe in, forcing myself to relax until he pushes all the way in.

  When I feel the front of his thighs touch me, I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Oh gods, I did it. It’s all the way in,” I say victoriously in a garbled tone.

  Okot laughs in his low, gravelly tone of his that I love. “You always say that.”

  “Well, have you seen your penis? You’d give yourself a pat on the back if you managed it, too. It’s like a freaking Beluga Whale.”

  “I…don’t know what that is.”

  “Big sea thing,” I pant.

  With another laugh, he starts slowly moving inside of me, and I watch us in the mirror, his body about double the width of mine even with my huge belly hanging down. I love that I can still feel small with Okot, even when I’m this huge. And I am freaking huge. My boobs have blown up like balloons and my ass puffed up like a baked cake. The guys love it though, so there’s that.

  Okot takes me slowly, his pierced cock rubbing that perfect spot inside of me until I’m begging all sorts of unintelligible things, writhing against him as I continue to touch myself. If he keeps this up, he’ll probably fuck me right into labor.