“I’m not leaving you shivering on the floor in your own puke, Silas.As much as the sight delights me, I owe you for today.”
I crouched beside him and pressed the back of my hand to his feverish skin.He was really burning up.He was an angel, and even with most of his powers stripped, he was stronger than any other being I’d given this antidote to.His body was working it out, burning it off at a faster rate than anyone else I’d treated.No wonder he hadn’t passed out, his body wasn’t letting him.
I grabbed the facecloth on the counter and ran it under cold water.
“I’m f-fine,” he said through chattering teeth.“D-don’t need help.”
“Sure you don’t, you just like sleeping on the floor by the toilet for convenience.”
He growled, then coughed.“Ur-Urs, p-please.”
The male didn’t want to be seen as weak.I understood the feeling well, but he needed my help, and he’d just have to suck it up and accept it.I found the vial that contained a strong anti-nausea potion and popped the lid.The scent of ginger filled the room, which was a serious improvement.“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Si, we’ve all been there.And hey, with any luck you’ll shit yourself and I can remind you of it every time I see you.”
He growled again, then groaned.
I held the vial to his lips.“Drink this, it’ll help with the nausea, but unfortunately won’t stop the puking.The puking is a necessary part of the process.”
He let me pour it into his mouth, like he had with the antidote.If I felt as awful as he did right now, and I knew firsthand how fucking hideous he felt, I would’ve assumed the person who made my life hell whenever they saw me, had done this to me on purpose.I ran the cool cloth over his shoulders and the back of his neck, and he sighed and muttered incoherently.Not Silas, apparently.For some fucked-up reason, the idiotic fallen angel appeared to trust me as well.
Silas
I woke in my bed, and according to the huge digital clock on the wall, it was two p.m.Thankfully, we still had some time before the next scheduled event.
I’d vomited for the last time at about five a.m., and Urs had helped me to bed.I’d passed out to the feel of her body close to mine as she ran a cool cloth over my feverish skin.
My temperature had now regulated, thankfully, and despite a raw throat that would be healed completely in the next hour or so, I was back to my old self.I didn’t usually need as much sleep as others—when I’d been an angel at full strength, I hadn’t needed any—but that poison had hit me hard, and I’d slept most of the day away.
Turning my head, I pressed my face into my pillow—then realized, that’s not what it was.It was Ursula’s chest.I was lying beside her, my arm around her narrow waist and my head on her breasts.
I sucked in a breath and inadvertently filled my lungs with her addicting scent.My cock instantly grew hard.That wasn’t optimal.Ursula wouldn’t be okay with me getting hard while I lay beside her, but how could I not?I still craved her like a starved beast.The feeling wasn’t mutual, though, and every time we crossed paths, she’d made sure I knew just how much I disgusted her now.
I let my powers curl around her but got no feedback whatsoever, even now while we were between events.We were here for the tournament and so were the angels.Apparently, that was enough to hobble my senses completely.
Still, I didn’t move, not yet, and allowed myself to greedily indulge in the sensation of having her close like this again.It had been so long.Three years.She used to allow me to touch her like this.She’d pressed into me seeking more, and she’d touched me as well, greedily.I’d never experienced the likes of it.She’d been all I could think about, all I’d wanted, and in all honesty, that hadn’t changed.But if I’d known the last time I’d held her in my arms, the last time she’d held me in return, would be the last, I would have pulled her closer, held her tighter, kissed her more deeply—I would have told her exactly how being with her affected me.
If you’d known that you were about to make the biggest mistake in your life, you wouldn’t have fucking made it in the first place.
Looking back now, there’d been small things that had seemed off when Uma had approached me pretending to be her twin.The green of her eyes hadn’t been quite as bright.The way her mouth curved when she smiled was slightly off.Now, seeing both sisters side by side was like looking at two different females, but back then, it hadn’t been so easy.They were identical twins, and as taken with Urs as I’d been, I’d just been so pleased to see her.To have her wrap her arms around me without a second thought to who might be watching.My heart had raced dizzyingly fast, and my feelings for her had blinded me.I’d never imagined Uma would try to hurt Ursula that way.And she’d make sure Urs saw the whole thing.Why would I ever think that?Why would I ever think it was anyone but Ursula?
Uma had kissed me, and I’d kissed her back, touched her—and instantly knew something was wrong.But it was too late.
I’d been intimate with my female’s sister, and in doing so had destroyed Ursula’s trust in me so thoroughly that she now despised me, and there was no coming back from it.
I hadn’t wanted to believe it.For a long time, I’d held out hope that she’d forgive me and give me a second chance, but I knew now it would never happen.She didn’t want me anymore and, somehow, I had to move on.
Getting my wings back, returning to Heaven, maybe even signing the book of alliance with Rosalind, binding us and having a child, would help me to move on from this pull, this need I had for the female at my side.
Ignoring the way everything inside me seized, fucking rebelled at the notion of being with anyone else, I turned my head, and indulged, no, tortured myself a little longer.I’d never get this chance again.Urs was a heavy sleeper, at least she was when she was with me, so I took the risk and curled my arm around her waist more firmly, pressed my face against her soft breasts and breathed deeply again.
Ursula mumbled.
I stilled.
She stilled as well, then her breath evened out, falling back into a deeper sleep.
I waited a moment, then moved my head from side to side against her chest and groaned.
“Get off, asshole,” she muttered and slapped the side of my head, then shoved me.