Bleed for Cupid (Holiday Horrors)

by Aiden Pierce

Humans were soft, delicate creatures. They weren’t meant to be with supernaturals—especially hybrids like me.

But the thought of her hating me? Of her seeing my true form for the first time and cringing? It made my black little heart ache.

“If you’re not scared, then kiss me.” Her plump lips parted on a soft gasp, surprised by my request. “Where would you like your kiss?”

I would invade her every cell. I’d make her want me. I’d make her hate to want me. And I was going to do that by doing what I’d been too kind to do before. I was going to make her mine forever.

“You accept me?” I rumbled in the hellish baritone native to this form. “Then kiss me.”

“Turns out that you never had to worry about breaking me with your true form. All this time, I’ve been training myself for you without even knowing it.”

“Oh, sweet little bird. Make no fucking mistake. I am this company. I am Cupid. And I’ll make you bleed for what you’ve done.”

Callum Reaver was half angel, half demon. He was Heaven and Hell. Pleasure and pain. Salvation and suffering.

“Chains and bloodplay may be a semi-frequent occurrence. They weren’t just because I was mad at you. I really enjoy those things.”