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It felt glorious but she wanted more.
“Please,” she whispered gazing down at him.

“Please what?” came his muffled response. He
made eye contact while continuing to stroke up and down her cleft
with his tongue. His eye contact while his tongue was doing naughty
and wonderful things was exceptionally erotic, his gaze full of
fire and promises of fantasies fulfilled.

“Please take the panties off,” she begged,
never breaking her gaze.

Lifting his head briefly, he gave her a saucy
grin before teasing, “I could never say no to a beautiful woman,”
and slid her panties off. He quickly lowered his head back down
wickedly stating “dessert.”

To her embarrassment it took only a couple of
strokes of his tongue over her now bare sensitive flesh to find her
release, his eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her body suddenly
exploded and his gaze seemed to penetrate her soul, seeking her
most secret desires.

While her body was still feeling the
aftershocks, he adjusted himself between her thighs. She had just a
moment to realize he’d removed his briefs before he thrust into
her, connecting them and filling her completely. Despite their size
difference, it was a perfect fit.

To her surprise, each deep thrust caused the
flames to build back up again. She started to close her eyes, but
he murmured, “stay with me, baby.”

She opened them to find his eyes heavy with
desire. Never breaking eye contact, she moaned with each thrust,
their bodies locked in an erotic dance. As he intensified his
thrusts, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer
so more of his body connected with her sensitive flesh.

As their excitement built, she gasped out
“faster” and he willingly obliged. Climax found both of them
simultaneously, their eyes and their souls linked for a brief
moment before Gabe uttered a ragged cry and they collapsed in a
sated heap.

 

Five.

 

At daybreak, Gabe snuck from the tent to a
pre-arranged meeting point with Elias. Dara appeared to be sleeping
peacefully and he hoped she’d stay that way.

Last night had been amazing for him. Not only
had it been spent in extreme pleasure, but he’d also felt like
their souls had momentarily fused together. He’d given and taken
pleasure most of the night, and as the sun burst over the horizon,
his heart soared with the memory of it. He wished he could remain
cuddled up next to her in the tent, possibly forever, but Elias was
waiting.

When he reached the car Elias took one look
at him and a broad grin spread across his face. “You lucky dog, you
pulled it off, didn’t you.” Gabe gave his own grin in response,
feeling no need to hide his feelings around his best friend.

Suddenly turning serious, Elias asked, “are
you sure you want to go through with this? You appear to be doing
quite well on your own. If we take this next step there’s no going
back.” “I’m sure,” Gabe responded, “now shoot me.” As he felt the
prick of the cherub’s gun he said a silent prayer that the final
part of his plan would work as well as the first had.

• • •

Dara woke up to the sound of snapping brush,
and moments later Gabe came stumbling into the tent. “I’ve been
shot,” he gasped before pointing at the telltale mark on his right
buttock. He stifled a grin at Elias’ choice of location. Then he
looked at Dara with sheer adoration in his expression before
declaring “Dara, I love you. I always will. Please marry me.”

Dara looked at the small mark in horror. How
could this have happened? The rogue Cherub must have followed them
and to use the love serum on a Guardian was an unforgivable
offense. Dara had never heard of a love potion being used on a
Guardian before but clearly it worked the same as on a human.

She had to get the antidote from her bag in
the car. Pushing Gabe aside she grabbed the car keys and sprinted
up the path to the old Plymouth, trying to ignore Gabe’s lovesick
babbling. She was relieved to find the car parked where they had
left it.

Jamming the keys into the trunk she was
dismayed to find they didn’t work. Remembering Gabe had kicked the
trunk, Dara kicked it three or four times, fashioning it with
several new dents before it finally popped open. So what if she
couldn’t control her own strength sometimes, this was an urgent
matter!

Her urgency quickly turned to dismay when she
opened her bags to find her remaining doses of antidote missing.
“Noooo!” she wailed, hearing her cries carried across the valley on
a crisp morning breeze.

Gabe bolted from the tent completely naked at
the sound of her cry and came running towards her. “What’s the
matter, love?” he asked “I heard you scream.”

“I’m not your love,” Dara responded, “and I
can’t find the antidote serum. This is just a silly love potion,
Gabe. You have to believe me. You have to fight it,” she pled.

“I’m tired of fighting my love for you,
Darling” he replied before scooping her up and carrying her back to
the tent.

Dara knew it was wrong to encourage him when
he was under the influence of the love potion but, Cupid help her,
she couldn’t find the strength to stop him as he laid her back down
in the tent and dropped his head between her thighs. Could it be
because a part of her wanted him to love her?

When his tongue began to lick the sensitive
flesh of her cleft, she forgot everything but the pleasure that was
engulfing her. Her final thought before losing all reason again was
that she was more like her family than she wished to admit.

Several hours passed this way before she was
brought back to her senses by someone calling Gabe’s name.
“Gabriel, are you here?”

Dara detected a sexy drawl in the voice,
perhaps Texas? With horror, she realized she was busy pondering the
stranger’s accent when she should be covering herself up.

Gabe, having no such qualms, climbed out of
the tent as naked as the day he was born. “Elias, I’m so happy you
arrived” he responded before pulling him in for a one-armed man
hug. “Let me introduce you to the love of my life, Dara.”

Thankfully, Dara had managed to toss on one
of Gabe’s T-shirts, which came almost to her knees before he pulled
her out of the tent.

“Pleased to meet you, darlin’” responded
Elias, as if it was completely ordinary to greet a woman in nothing
more than a t-shirt.

“Cut that southern charm,” Gabe warned with a
sudden flash of jealousy in his eyes. Dara quickly interceded
before Gabe could say or do anything else.

“I’m sorry Elias, Gabe is not himself today.
It’s imperative we reach Las Vegas as soon as possible and our car
has died. Can you help?”

“Why, he’s love struck, isn’t he?” Elias
quickly deduced before turning to Dara and adding “did you do this,
Cherub?”

Dara felt anger bubble up at the accusations.
“I most certainly did not! The whole reason I want to reach Las
Vegas as quickly as possible is obtain the antidote.”

Elias pondered this for a moment before
asking, “If you didn’t, then who did?” Before Dara could answer,
Gabe grabbed her and swung her around in a large circle before
bringing her in close for a kiss.

When Dara finally broke free again she
pleaded “Elias, will you help us please?” “No worries, darlin’,” he
responded to her relief before adding with a wink, “anything for a
pretty girl.”

As soon as he uttered the last phrase, he
went flying, propelled by a blow from Gabe’s fist. Horrified, Dara
ran over to make sure he was OK.

“No worries, doll, I’ve taken worse punches
than that,” Elias reassured her, brushing himself off.

Getting a good look at Elias for the first
time Dara noted that he was a heartbreaker in his own right. He was
slightly smaller than Gabe and, whereas Gabe’s hair was dark as
night, Elias’ was a sun-kissed golden brown. He had warm chocolate
eyes and thick lashes.

Realizing her obvious scrutiny was not doing
him any favors with Gabe, who was pacing like a caged animal
nearby, Dara reluctantly turned away.

Elias announced he was going to pick up some
gas and retreated quickly, leaving Dara alone with Gabe again. She
hoped that by putting him to work packing up the campsite he’d
forget his lustful feelings for a few minutes but no such luck. He
had the tent packed up in less than five minutes and then proceeded
to pull her back onto the air mattress which was now lying in the
open in the middle of the campsite.

“Stop” she pleaded “anyone could walk by and
see us.”

“It’s just us and the birds and bees in the
trees, baby” was his response before he pinned her down and planted
another kiss. He looked at her with such adoration that part of
Dara wished she could keep him like this forever. She could live
happily waking up next to his face every morning.

However, she had to administer the antidote
for the same reasons she fought so strongly to prevent her family’s
interference over the decades. She wanted someone to love her for
who she was, a smart, independent woman, and not because of her
powerful family and their abilities to create love. Allowing Gabe
to remain under the spell of the love potion meant he didn’t love
her for the right reasons.

Forcing herself to pull away, she realized
with surprising sadness that she really did have feelings for Gabe
after the night they’d shared, but once he was cured he’d probably
want nothing to do with her.

• • •

Gabe wondered what was going in his adorable
Cherub’s head. Her expression was serious as she sat on a rock a
safe distance from him, her pretty lips forming an O-shaped pout
and her tresses blowing loose in the breeze like ribbons of
sunlight. He hoped she wasn’t questioning his acting skills,
because if she discovered the love potion didn’t affect him (or
most Guardians for that matter), there was going to be hell to
pay.

Hoping to lighten her mood, he launched into
a particularly terrible sonnet he’d composed for the occasion.

Roses are red, grey is the color of a dove,
I’ll die a painful death if I don’t have your love.

Roses are pink, trees are green, marry me
Darling and be my queen.

He wondered if he’d have to dance a jig as
well to get her to smile, but she burst out laughing. He pretended
to be insulted and stole another kiss when she tried to
apologize.

“Why do you fight the attraction between us
Dara?” he pleaded. Her façade crumbled for a moment and she
answered softly,

“It’s for your own good Gabe. What you’re
feeling – it’s not real. It’s nothing more than a potion. Soon
you’ll be cured and you can choose who you want to be with without
having your affection for me forced upon you.”

“And what if when the time comes, I choose
you?” he countered.

“You won’t” she responded bleakly.

“How about a friendly wager then?” he
propositioned, seizing the moment.

“What do you propose?” she asked.

“When the time comes and I’m cured, and I
still choose you, that you’ll marry me.”

“You’re kidding, right?” was her only
response.

“Come on, Dara” he pleaded. “If you’re so
certain you’re right and my feelings aren’t genuine, what do you
have to lose? When she smiled he knew she was going to agree. “Do
we have a deal?”

“We have a deal as long as there are no more
horrendous sonnets composed in my honor,” she teased, and with that
they both burst out laughing.

Growing serious for a moment, Gabe stated “I
want you to swear to it on Venus’ Orb.”

Normally, Dara would be hesitant to swear to
anything on Venus’ Orb of Truth, as it was the most serious oath a
Cherub could make. It was said that breaking such a vow would cause
permanent misfortune in matters of the heart.

Perhaps it was the fact that she secretly
hoped he would choose her, but she heard herself answering “I
swear.”

When Elias returned several hours later, Gabe
managed to pull him aside while they were loading the car. The
first word out of Elias’ mouth was “Bastard!” followed by “did you
have to punch me that hard? Look at the size of the bruise.”

“I got a bit carried away” Gabe replied
unapologetically. “Besides, it gives you character. Chicks dig
battle scars,” he teased.

“You still want me to come along?” Elias
asked.

Checking to make sure Dara wasn’t looking
Gabe pulled Elias in for a quick hug and whispered with a grin “I
wouldn’t want my best man to miss my engagement party.”

• • •

Dara couldn’t believe she’d agreed to marry
him. She had no doubts that he wouldn’t want her once the antidote
was administered, but she’d forgotten the possibility that if the
antidote wasn’t administered in time there would be no cure. She
could definitely do worse for a husband but she never should have
agreed.

“Oh well,” she muttered with a resigned sigh.
“No backing out now.”Even she, as Venus’ great granddaughter,
didn’t dare break an oath sworn on the orb.

The car was soon running thanks to a little
gasoline and she found herself sad to leave their little camping
spot by the river. She was surprised to find Elias accompanying
them.

“I have business in Las Vegas,” he explained
and although she tried to get him to sit in front with Gabe he
insisted on sitting in back so he could take a nap.

Dara thought driving would take his mind off
of her for a while, but she soon found she was mistaken. No sooner
had Elias closed his eyes then Gabe slid his hand up her thigh and
began to tug down the zipper of her jeans.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, shocked at
his boldness.

“Shh” was his response, “you don’t want to
wake Elias.”

Instead of stopping, he renewed his attempts
to undo her zipper and finally succeeded, slipping his hand into
her jeans. Soon a long finger was probing at the edge of her
panties, trying to slide underneath. Suddenly it succeeded and it
reached her slit. Dara let out a shocked squeak, rousing Elias and
prompting Gabe to remove his hand.

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