This Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.
Rori Foster is too beautiful to find love. Men just can’t seem to look past her exterior to recognize the human being inside. But, this Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.
Unfortunately he’ll have to save her from the bad intentions of a cocky Love Demon first.
But Damios is determined to protect her. Even if he loses her in the process.
Bitten by Paranormal Romance gives Cupid a 4 – A Pack Howl! “This is a delightful and sexy story of competition not only in the office, but between a cupid and a demon.”
The enormous movie screen spread light into the night sky for miles. Around them, dozens of cars sat with darkened windows, their inhabitants cocooned in their own, private worlds, enjoying the movie flashing across the massive screen.
It was a dark paranormal adventure film, Rori’s favorite kind of movie, and the hero would have been suitably yummy to keep her attention if she wasn’t sitting next to a much yummier, and closer to hand, specimen of her own.
She ate another kernel of popcorn and smiled.
Her own man.
Rori was really starting to believe it.
Damios leaned over the console and kissed her ear, slipping his tongue along the outside edge until she shivered. “The flashlight police will be back any minute,” she told him, laughing.
He nibbled her earlobe, his big hand making sensual circles on her belly that caused her thighs to tighten with lust. “I can take him.”
Rori’s husky laughter stopped abruptly as his warm fingers slipped downward, toward the hungry vee between her legs. She sighed as they found her throbbing place and treated it to the same circular motion he’d been playing out on her stomach.
Her head went back and the popcorn box nearly slipped from her fingers as she went boneless with need. “Oh, God, yes, right there.”
Light flashed over the window on Rori’s side and they jumped apart guiltily, laughing like naughty children.
Damios sat back in his seat, groaning.
Two small boys ran past, screeching with laughter, and making the cars around them honk in irritation.
The drive-in theater was a whole world of its own, like an alien planet, and Rori couldn’t stop grinning.
It had been an inspired idea.
Trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs, she started eating popcorn again. But, though her gaze slipped back to the large screen in front of them, she had little interest in its contents.
Damios reached over and took a handful of popcorn, sighing with frustration.
Rori grinned at him. “What’s the matter, little boy, teacher won’t let you have any fun?”
“Damned flashlight-bearing Nazis,” he growled out. But even in the dimly lit space she could see the corner of his sensual lips twitching upward on a barely-suppressed smile.
A sudden mischievous thought occurred and Rori didn’t take the time to think it out. She went with it. Giving Damios the popcorn, she leaned over the console and placed her hand on the bulging front of his jeans.
Damios moaned. “You’d better be careful. I heard the lady with the ugly red wig say they were handing out thirty lashes to anybody caught making out.”
Rori popped the button on his jeans and slipped the zipper down. Damios sucked in a surprised breath.
“Then I guess you’ll need to be the lookout.”
Rori reached a hand inside his jeans and found gold. His big body tensed as she slipped her hand down to cup his testicles, fondling them gently as she lifted his shirt with the other hand.
The popcorn box dropped from his hand, spewing its contents all over both seats and the floor. “You can count on me. Just call me Paul Damios Revere.”
Sliding her tongue along the firm planes of his belly, Rori settled in to savor and explore.
There was a sudden whirring sound and Damios’s seat slid backward and down, until there was room for her to reach inside and pull him out of the tight jeans.
Her mouth covered his nipple as she dragged his thick shaft and taut balls from his jeans, settling them above the stiff denim so that she could caress them freely.
She sucked each nipple tenderly, savoring his clean taste and inhaling his warm, male scent deep into her lungs. Then she licked her way downward, over his ribs, delving into his belly button, and nibbling along the happy trail of curls on his lower belly. She pulled the heavy shaft aside as she tasted him, enjoying his groans of despair as she put off the exquisite pleasure of tasting his thick shaft.
When he began squirming with frustration, Rori lifted the hard column from his belly and slipped her tongue over its thick head. She tasted the salty sweetness of a bead of pre-come and savored it on her tongue, laving the sensitive skin and sucking it into her mouth.
Light flashed across the windows and Rori stilled.
Damios growled low in his throat and something snapped, like electricity from a broken power line. There was a short, sharp cry and a crashing sound outside the car.
The light went out and someone a few cars over cheered.