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  Copyright ©2006 by Annmarie Ortega

  First published in 2007-07-26, 2007

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  Eros Arrows

  By

  Annmarie Ortega

  Dedication

  For Mike, who is always willing to inspire me...

  thanks for being so damned sexy.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Eros Arrows by Annmarie Ortega

  Red Rose Publishing

  Copyright© 2007 Annmarie Ortega

  ISBN: 978-1-60435-002-9

  Cover Artist: Mari LaCroix

  Editor: Kayelle Allen

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  ***Note this is a reedited story that has been previously published some where else.

  She was having the dream again! The same one she'd had every night for the past month. She was naked, straddled on this god-like man, his cock buried deep inside of her as she started rising and lowering herself, grinding him deeper inside of her. In the dream, she always did the same thing; run her hands up her thighs, across her stomach, to her belly button, sliding up to her breasts and palming each one, rubbing her rock-like, stiffened nipples as she threw her head back, allowing her long auburn hair to brush down her back around her waist. She'd have her eyes closed; eyes closed, lost in the sensation of him so deep inside her.

  When she would look down through hooded eyes at the man beneath her, she always started to tremble at his appearance. The man who buried so deep within her was male perfection. His appearance was the only way she knew she was dreaming and that what she was experiencing wasn't real. She didn't know anyone in her life that looked like him, and even if she did, she didn't think there'd be a chance in hell someone like him would be looking at someone like her. A man who looked this drop-dead gorgeous would walk right past her without a second glance. He was god-like and she was average. Her looks, height, weight were all simply average; nothing exceptional at all.

  This man had long, dark hair that almost touched his shoulders and brown eyes that sucked her in so deep that she almost couldn't find her way back from them. When he looked at her it made her heart race and her stomach flip. His gaze was intentionally intense so she knew she had his full attention. With just one of his stares he could make her entire body warm. His skin was a deepened tan and contrasted greatly to her pale freckled Irish skin. His body—his body was the most marvelous creation she'd ever seen; what any woman with a pulse would dream about. His shoulders were wide and sculpted, his arms bulged with muscles and whenever he moved she could see them flex under his skin. His pectoral muscles were perfectly formed. His abdominal muscles so sculpted, she couldn't help but run her fingers up and down their finely chiseled contours.

  In the dream, she never questioned who he was or that she didn't even know his name; that was all inconsequential. She wasn't embarrassed being naked in front of a man she didn't even know either, even one as exquisite as him. All she did know was that, when they were together, she experienced the hottest sex of her life even though it was just in a dream.

  As she slid herself up and down on him, she panted and moaned as his penis inside her rubbed against her swollen clit. The inside of her thighs were wet with all the juices that were escaping from her, small tributaries snaking down her legs.

  As she started to come, she looked down at him again. His eyes were so full of passion and hunger for her, she could hardly stand to look him in the eye. Her orgasm rushed over her so hard, it almost knocked her over and she could feel her muscles clench around him, squeezing him as he came, too. She leaned down to kiss him fully on the mouth before she woke alone in her bed, bathed in sweat and still experiencing the final contractions of her intense climax.

  When she had finally recovered from her orgasm she rolled over on her side, adjusting her pillow. The man of her dreams was so amazing. Even though they had never even spoken to each other in any of her dreams she wished he was real. She knew he wasn't though; no man could be that perfect in real life.

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  Eros woke from the dream sweaty and out of breath, same as all the other times he'd had a dream about this woman. The way she made him feel was like nothing he'd ever experienced before in real life or in a dream. Sure, he'd made love before with the occasional goddess, but never the way he did with this woman. She was his ultimate fantasy. A woman who could make him rock hard with just a look from her beautiful blue eyes.

  He had no idea how much longer he'd have the dreams, so he enjoyed each one. It was fantastic being with a woman who was able to give him the most pleasure he'd ever experienced. If what the two of them shared was what mortals felt when they were in love ... Eros had to make himself stop thinking about it. It was a feeling saved only for his dreams. He wished more than anything that the woman was more than a dream, but even if she were real, he knew they couldn't be together. He knew from his dreams that she was a mortal human woman and he, Eros, was a god.

  Rising from the bed, Eros went to the table where he kept his bow and arrows in their quiver. the new list of people he'd be shooting with love that day. It was a list of people who by that night would be deeply in love. After he had glanced at the names on the list, he put it down and went to go get ready for the day. He thought of how easy it was for humans to fall in love with a simple shot of his arrow. He wished love could be that easy for him, but knew full well it was not.

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  She was dreaming again of him, but this time the dream was different. It had changed. This time she was on her knees, her forearms down on the bed as he entered her from behind. He was sliding in and out of her as a low growl came from him behind her, his balls pressing against her every time he drove himself deep.

  She reached down and touched herself, finding her clit swollen against her fingers. As he pumped himself in and out of her, she rubbed her clit and gasped at the overwhelming sensation. Then the man's own hand reached around to hers, moving it to the side so he could touch her and play with her clit himself.

  She closed her eyes as she pushed herself back against him and noticed his breathing becoming strained. His pumping into her accelerated and she knew he was ready to come again. Suddenly he removed his hand from her clit and pulled himself out of her, shooting his semen on her buttock's milky white skin. After he had removed his hand from her clit to pull out of her, she had quickly placed her own finger back on her clit. She rubbed and flicked at it so she came as he shot his warm semen onto her. After his cock emptied, he leaned down over her and placed a single kiss on her shoulder so hot his lips a
lmost branded her skin. Even though they didn't speak that kiss spoke volumes to her. It was full of affection and tenderness.

  She woke with her hand inside her satin panties, her fingers dripping wet, a fiery aching between her legs and her breathing labored. If sex was so incredible with him in a dream, she could only imagine what it would be like to make love to him for real. As she got up out of bed to go to the bathroom she wished he would speak to her. She longed to hear his voice, to hear him say his name out loud to her.

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  Eros woke up feeling spent, as if he really had just made love to a woman. If only the woman in his dreams was real. If she was so incredible in a dream, he could only imagine what it would be like to make love to her in real life. But then he remembered the rules for him to be with a mortal, and knew it didn't matter if she were real. They still wouldn't be able to be together. For him to mate for life with a mortal, she would have to be a virgin, and Eros could tell the woman was no virgin. There was no chance he'd ever see his mate-mark with her, even if they made love in real life.

  Eros sighed, thinking of how he'd almost forgotten of the mate-mark. He'd given up so long ago of ever seeing it on him. He had been told when he made love with the woman he was meant to spend forever with; her name would appear on his left pectoral, above his heart branded into his skin. He'd made love with goddesses in the past he thought he loved, but the mark never appeared on him. He had given up long ago on finding his mate, and simply resigned himself to helping others fall in love with no concern for his own love life.

  After a few minutes he got up from bed and found the new list for the day on the table as usual. Glancing down at the names printed on it, he thought of how he'd never seen his own name on the list. How unfair that he so easily gave love, yet could never receive it.

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  Eros was at the home of one of the names on the list, standing next to the woman he was supposed to shoot, dumbfounded. He was in her living room. She sat curled up on the sofa watching television. She was not even aware he was in the room with her. The people he shot never saw him since many mortals in the past had found it alarming having a stranger pointing an arrow straight at them. Being invisible to mortals made his job easier. Chasing people and shooting them in the back hardly fit the image of a god.

  He was standing next to the woman of his dreams, the woman he'd made love to night after night. He stood so close he could reach out and touch her. He looked down at the list in his trembling hand reading the name. Amanda Jonson. Finally the woman of his dreams had a name, and he thought it was the most beautiful name he'd ever heard.

  She was dressed in her green flannel pajamas, her long hair up in a ponytail, green fuzzy slippers on her feet. She was the most adorable creature he'd ever seen. This was the first time he'd ever seen her dressed. In his dreams, she was always naked.

  Eros had been fighting the urge to touch her since he first recognized her. He finally couldn't help himself and he reached out to touch her cheek softly with his fingertips as he whispered her name. Amanda startled and reached up to brush her cheek with her hand, as if she felt something there on her face and was trying to brush it away. She took the remote and muted the TV as she looked around the room, listening intently for any noise out of the ordinary, her head cocked to the side. After a moment of listening, she turned the volume back up on her television and continued to watch her movie.

  She had felt his touch! She shouldn't have felt a thing, but she'd even seemed to have heard him say her name.

  He pulled his gaze away from her to her name on the list, thinking about everything it implied. He was supposed to shoot her with his arrow tonight so by tomorrow she would be madly in love with someone, someone who wasn't him.

  The thought of her being touched by another man, caressed, made love to by another incensed him and filled him with unbearable rage and jealousy he had never known before. He knew they couldn't be together, but at the same time, he didn't want her with anyone else either. Eros shook his head in denial as he made a fist. What consequences would he face if he didn't shoot her with his arrow? He wasn't sure. He had always completed every list he'd gotten, never leaving even one incomplete in all his years.

  The more he thought about it, the more he thought to hell with the consequences. He crumpled the list in his hand. He disappeared from Amanda's living room with one lone arrow still left in the quiver he wore on his back.

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  Amanda was dreaming of him again and the dream was different yet again. The man was holding himself up over her, his cock already deep inside of her, stroking in and out. He leaned over and whispered her name in her ear, sending goose bumps down her entire body and giving her the strangest sense of déjà vu even though she had never heard him speak before.

  "Amanda. Amanda,” he repeated in an accent that Amanda couldn't recognize. He said her name with such tenderness; her heart ached in her chest. She wondered how he knew her name since in all the dreams she'd never told him. In fact, she realized she still had no idea what his name was and suddenly felt at a disadvantage.

  When he held himself up over her again, she looked up at him. She brushed his hair back from his face and tucked it behind his ears. “What's your name?"

  He paused as if thinking for a moment then said with that romantic accent that sent her heart fluttering in her chest, “Eros, Amanda. My name is Eros.” After hearing him speak again, she thought his accent might be Greek.

  "Eros,” she repeated, looking at him, staring into those unbelievable brown eyes. “I want to make love to you forever,” she confessed to him, baring her very soul to him. She didn't know why she had felt the urge to tell him how she felt, but the moment seemed right. Maybe it was because this was the only time they'd ever spoken to each other and Amanda didn't want to lose the chance to tell him how she felt. After she spoke the words though, she was sorry and wished she could take them back while embarrassment reddened her fair skin.

  Eros leaned down again, his warm breath against her ear, giving her the chills again before he had even said a word, all the while his cock sliding in and out of her. “I would if I could,” he whispered to her.

  She squeezed her eyes shut at his response, her head spinning with what he had just said. Just as she had bared herself to him, she knew he was baring his own soul and desires to her and it moved her. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

  Amanda sucked in her breath as that tell-tale heat started at the core of her body, radiating outwards, her orgasm at its brink of overwhelming her. As she came, her body tensed and she dug her nails into Eros’ muscular back, crying out his name to him. She was still gasping his name as he came inside her, his warm seed shooting deep inside of her.

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  As his orgasm ebbed, Eros reluctantly pulled himself out of her, then lay down next to her and gathered her into his arms. She turned towards him and reached one arm across his chest, holding him tight. Eros sighed, thinking how easily he could be like this with Amanda every day, if it were possible. How cruel the Fates could be! He pressed his lips to her hair before he woke up.

  When Eros opened his eyes, his first thought was of Amanda and he smiled to himself. The way she'd said his name had aroused him immensely, then when she'd told him the rest, about wanting to make love forever; it had just pushed him over the edge. His response to her had been the truth; he would love to spend forever with her if there was a way. He didn't see how it'd be possible though with the rule of mating with a mortal hanging over him. Eros got up out of his bed and turned to go to the table and the day's list. He stopped abruptly, startled to find his mother, Aphrodite, standing next to the table unannounced.

  "Damn it, mother, you know I hate it when you do that.” He ran his hands through his hair as he approached his mother.

  Aphrodite stood next to his bow and arrows in their quiver, holding his new list in her perfectly manicured hands. The expression on her face told him instantly she was none to
o pleased with him and what he'd done; or rather what he hadn't done the day before. Somehow she had already found out he had broken the rules. The news had traveled fast. Had the Fates turned him in?

  "Honey, is there something I should know about?"

  Concern warmed her eyes. “I was told that yesterday you missed a name on your list, and that you didn't shoot some woman named Amanda Jonson. What happened? You've never made a mistake before, ever, which makes me think you skipped this woman on purpose ... Why?"

  Eros ran a hand through his hair again before he tried to explain to his mother that he couldn't shoot Amanda because he had fallen in love with her himself. Even though he knew he couldn't have her, he had hoped to find a way to keep her for himself.

  "I couldn't shoot her, mother,” he started to explain. “You see, I have been having dreams of this amazing woman for a month, at least, and then last night I ended up at her house. I stood in her living room, close enough to touch her. I just couldn't shoot her. The truth is I love her and I don't want her with anyone else. I want her more than anything in the world.” He paused before continuing. “But there's a small problem, she's a mortal and...” he trailed off, not finishing his sentence as he started to pace back and forth in front of his mother.

  "If you want her, there should be no problem, Eros. If she's mortal and as long as she's a virgin...” Aphrodite trailed off just as her son had moments before. She looked at her son's face and immediately knew what the “small problem” was when she saw the expression on his face.

  "Oh no, sweetie,” she started as she shook her head. “You know the rules. If she's an immortal her virginity isn't an issue, but for a mortal, then she has to be a virgin."

  "I know,” Eros stood in front of his mother. “There's no way around it?” There had to be a way for him to be with Amanda.

  "Eros, I'm so sorry,” she shook her head, her voice full of compassion. “The rules are the rules with this one. If she's not a virgin then you can't have her. You just have to let this woman fall in love with the man she is supposed to be with. It's not fair to her to not let her live her life, to not be happy and in love just because you're jealous,” Aphrodite reasoned to her son. “You know you have the Fates all worked up over this by the way. I made them promise me they'd not say anything to anyone else until I spoke to you. I told them that it must have been a misunderstanding and I would get it straightened out. You have to fix this, today,” she commanded, looking Eros in the eye.