I dragged my nose and mouth, as best as I could in my position, across her pussy and grinned when her grip on my throat loosened.Digging my fingers into her ass, I worked her through her tights, using my teeth and lips, applying pressure to her stiff little clit through the thin fabric.
“Tap…out,” she said, her voice barely more than a groan.
I slammed my hand down on the mat, giving her what we both wanted, and as soon as she released me, I shoved her to her back, yanked down her tights, spread her wide, and buried my face against her perfect pussy without anything between us.She fisted my hair, her nails scraping my scalp, and lifted her hips, asking for more.I gave it to her, sucking and licking until she was writhing on the mat beneath me.
I didn’t stop, not until I heard that sweet little catch of breath she always made when she was close to coming.Thrusting two fingers inside her, I sucked and licked her clit like it was my life’s mission.
She came for me then, pulsing against my mouth.I couldn’t look away from her.Nothing was as beautiful as Ursula dropping her guard, as her being vulnerable enough to let go like that, and it was all for me.
A gong rang out, jolting her a moment before Felditch’s disembodied voice spoke over a loud speaker.
“You are the final two teams, and to celebrate you, we will be sharing a feast for lunch.Your attendance is mandatory.See you in the main room in fifteen minutes.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I bit out.
Ursula sat up, her red hair all sexy and messy around her face.She scowled.“I’ll be glad to see the back of that prick.He gets off on being a sadistic asshole.”
“You think he has more planned than just lunch?”
Ursula yanked up her underwear and tights and stood.“I’d be more surprised if he didn’t.”She motioned to the door.“We better get cleaned up.”
I didn’t want to leave.I wasn’t done with her, but I’d have to be patient.We just needed to get through this lunch and then I could have her all to myself.
When we walked into the main room a short time later, the clothes we’d put on vanished, replaced by Felditch’s idea of formal wear.I looked down and cursed.The black suit he’d outfitted me in had a red sparkly shirt underneath and red shoes to match.Ursula’s jeans and leather jacket was now a long red, glittering gown with a split almost up to the top of her thigh.Her hair, that had been in a ponytail, was now piled on her head in a complicated knot, and her clean face was covered in makeup.
“You look like a pimp,” Urs said to me and laughed huskily.
Fuck, I loved that laugh.“You look gorgeous, like you always do.”
Her lashes dipped and her gaze darted away from me.“I guess this is his idea of Hell chic?”
“The male has a thing for sparkles,” I said, frowning at my shoes.
The door across the room opened and Nathaniel and Eloa walked in, looking down at themselves in surprise when their normal clothes turned into a glittering white suit and dress.
“Original,” Ursula muttered beside me.
I wanted to take her hand when she started toward the table, but I resisted.Giving away a weakness like that would be stupid.Yes, I was supposed to surrender during tomorrow’s event, but I’d have to put up a fight first to be convincing.If they thought hurting Ursula was a way to get to me, they’d target her as soon as the fight began.
Nathaniel’s gaze slid over Ursula.“Well, now, don’t you look extra whorish this evening.”
Ursula smiled wide.“Why, thank you.That’s my favorite way to look.Going by that self-assured smile you’re wearing, I can only assume you’re happy looking like you have a stick permanently lodged up your ass?”
He took a menacing step toward her, and I stepped in front of her with a growl before I could think better of it.
A calculated expression covered Nathaniel’s face.“Like that, is it?”
I froze.I knew better, and I’d done it before I could stop myself.I’d made a critical error, one that would make Ursula a fucking target tomorrow.
Ursula stepped around me.“Like what?”
“You’re screwing again,” Eloa said, a look of disgust on her face.
“We’re teammates, second fiddle.I’m not sure what that means to angels, but to us, it means having your partner’s back?—”
“Or in this case…from behind?”Nathaniel said before his gaze slid to Silas.“I didn’t think you could fall any lower, but you’ve debased yourself with the Hell spawn again.I can literally see the sin and depravity the demon bitch has rubbed all over you.”
“I would watch what you say, if I were you,” I growled out.“You know nothing.”Real fear filled me, not for myself but for the vengeance I saw in his eyes.He wanted to hurt me, and because of my misstep, he’d realized he could do that by hurting Ursula.Nathaniel was an angel at full power.Before I’d been cast out of Heaven, I’d been more powerful than him, but not anymore.