Chapter 14
Fourteen
Silas
Ursula spun and I barely ducked in time.
Sweat coated my skin and my muscles burned in a good way.
We’d been training all morning. She’d slipped out of bed during the night, without waking me.
I hadn’t liked that. I’d had plans. I’d wanted to taste her again, make her come again, but I knew better than to push her.
Now more than anything, I wished I could tap into my powers. They’d at least warn me if I was heading for another shredded heart. Would I have done anything differently if that were the case? No fucking way. Still, it would be nice to know if I was rushing headfirst into a world of pain.
“Oof.” The air was knocked from me when her fist barreled into my kidney. Speaking of pain.
She laughed. “You seem a little distracted this morning, angel.”
I was. Just looking at her was a distraction.
She was mine again, but for how long? Would she forgive me when I let the angels win the final event?
Would she forgive me for another betrayal?
But what choice did I have? I was nothing without my wings, barely half the male I’d been without all of my powers. What good was I to her like this?
I hissed when she jabbed again and got me in the stomach.
“Dude, you’re not even trying,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “You think you have to go easy on me because we fucked? Is that it?”
I shook my head.
“Because I’m a female?” she said, voice full of fury now.
“No.”
“Then pull your head out of your ass. The final battle is tomorrow, and at this rate, we may as well throw in the towel.”
Felditch had informed us we had a day to rest or train before the final event, and another door had appeared off our rooms, leading to a gym and training area.
Spinning, I swept her legs out from under her, and she hit the mat. I advanced, but she flipped backwards, rolling to her feet.
She planted her hands on her hips. “That all you got?”
“I think you know better, hellcat.”
Her nostrils flared. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“I could pin you to the mat in minutes and you’d be helpless beneath me,” I said, my heart racing at the idea.
Fire sparked in her eyes. “You try it, you’ll regret it. You may be stronger than me, Si, but so far I’ve gone easy on you.”
“Is that right?” All logical thought was vanishing as the blood rushed to my cock.
“If I really wanted to get away from you when you pinned me down, I could have,” she said, circling me.
“I know you could have, because I’m the one holding back.”
She bounced on the balls of her feet. “Bullshit.”
“You want to be caught, don’t you, hellcat, and when I catch you, you’ll let me have my way, like a good little female,” I said knowing it would rile her up.
“What did you call me, assho—”
“I know you desperately want me to fuck you again.”
She growled.
“That’s what I’m hearing through all that posturing.”
“Then you need to clean out your ears.”
Her breath had quickened, and the color in her cheeks had deepened.
She was turned on, but as always, Ursula would never give in, not even when she desperately wanted to, not without some resistance.
“Why don’t you just tell me you want me to hold you down and fuck you until you come all over my cock. ”
She sucked in a sharp breath, then crouched lower, ready to attack. Her gaze locked on mine, something moving through her eyes that I couldn’t name. “If you want me, Silas, you’ll have to fight for me.”
I chuckled. “What the hellcat wants, the hellcat gets.” I charged.
She spun, kicking me in the chest. I gasped out a laugh, then growled and grabbed her around the waist, taking her down. I pinned her with my hips, grabbed her wrists, then wrestled them above her head and pressed them into the practice mat. “You were saying?”
Ursula licked her lips, and just that had me groaning. I leaned in, desperate for a taste— She slammed her head forward, bloodying my nose, and with a battle cry, hooked her feet under my arms and shoved me back with her strong legs.
I fell on my back, the wind knocked from me. She landed on my chest, and I grabbed her around the waist, reversing positions so she was on the mat, her thighs on either side of my head. She hooked her legs round my neck, locking them together, and squeezed.
Gripping her thighs, I tried to dislodge her, but there was no getting out of her hold.
My air supply was cut off completely. Good thing I didn’t need to breathe.
Struggling was futile, and honestly, I was starting to like exactly where I was.
Grabbing her ass, I shoved her a little higher, which was just enough, and pressed my face against her pussy, dragging my teeth over her clit through her tights.
Ursula made a choking sound. “Tap out, angel.”
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.
“How does it feel? Fucking one of Lucifer’s little monsters?”
I wanted to run him through with my sword so badly, my palm itched to feel its hilt in my hand. “Shut your damned mouth—”