Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Silas
Ursula walked into the bedroom of her apartment, and my breath caught in my lungs.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, the velvet headiness of her presence swirled around me.
Fuck, I was instantly drunk on her. She was in one of my shirts, legs bare, her vibrant red hair loose, framing her beautiful face.
She never wore it loose anywhere but here in the apartment with me.
When she walked out of here, she liked to be put together.
For her, even wearing her hair down was a vulnerability.
This Ursula was only for me. Only I got this version of her, and I’d never get over that, that she trusted me with all the tender parts of herself that she’d spend her life concealing. They were all mine, and so was she.
“Any word?” I asked.
“Lucifer called earlier. He’s spoken to the wolves, cats, and witches, the vampires are a little harder to get hold of, but as soon as they sign off on the complaint Lucifer has drawn up, they’ll submit it formally.
” It turned out the angels had sabotaged the other teams in various ways, and everyone was more than happy to add their voices to the complaint.
Not that we were expecting much to come of it. Still, it was worth a try.
We may not be able to prove definitively that the angels had a deal with Felditch to win, he’d sure as hell never admit to it, even though we all fucking knew it, but we could put in a complaint about the game of truth that was played the night before the final event.
It was obviously designed for us to fail.
The other teams had seen their teammate go through their fears, while mine had been at the same time as Ursula.
There was no way she’d have the answer to Felditch’s question.
It was a surefire way to start us at a disadvantage, with a penalty for the final event.
“Good. If Lucifer needs help, I can go talk to the vampires.”
She nodded. “Might be a good idea. We can both go. You feeling up to it?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m feeling good.” Urs had taken care of me, healed me in ways that were more than just physical, and I wasn’t sure she even realized it.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, crossing the room.
My gaze slid over her and my heart did a wild thud in my chest. “When I woke, you weren’t here,” I said. “I didn’t like it, Urs.”
She lifted the tray she was holding. “You were out cold, and your stomach was growling so loud it was keeping me awake. I thought I should make you breakfast.”
I’d been here for two weeks while I healed, and my obsession with my female was only growing more intense with every passing day. In all my life, I’d never felt anything close to the way I did for her.
“You cooked for me?” I said, sitting up. Her sisters, a different one every day, had delivered our food, so this was new.
Her gaze slid down my bare chest. “Is that so surprising?”
I rested against the headboard, and for the first time since I got here, I didn’t wince in pain. My back was almost fully healed. “Well, yeah. My female’s a hellcat, not a domesticated one.”
Her eyes narrowed, but there was a glint there. She’d been so worried about me, and so focused on my healing since I got here, she’d barely left my side. “Are you calling me a fucking house cat? I’ll just toss this out, then, shall I?”
I chuckled and lifted my hands. “That’s just wasteful. It also smells really fucking good. Who knew you could actually cook?”
“Are you trying to get your ass handed to you this morning, angel?” she said, a cute-as-fuck smile she was trying hard to suppress curving her lips.
“No, but I am trying to get you to hand your ass to me.”
She paused, then shook her head, her smile breaking out fully now, and it was wicked. I fucking loved it. “Do I amuse you?”
“You do, yeah. You’re a giant, dirty geek. The shit you say shouldn’t be as sexy as it is.”
“Geek? I’m a warrior.”
She placed the tray with my breakfast on it beside me, then booped me on the nose. “Yeah, you are,” she cooed. “A big, tough warrior.” She slid her hand up my arm and curled her finger around my bicep. “Look at these big muscles.”
I had to fight not to laugh, while my cock grew so hard it was distracting. She wasn’t subtle at all, and that was something else I loved about her. “You trying to get me to show you how strong I am, Urs?”
She shoved back the covers and climbed up, straddling me. “It’s fine. You’re weak and injured. Just sit back and I’ll do all the work.”
I slid the tray of food to the other side of the bed, then shoved her back onto the mattress and ground my hard cock against her. “As much as I love watching you bounce on my dick, hellcat, more than you fucking know, I think it’s time I asserted my dominance in this relationship.”
“Yeah? And how you gonna do that?”
“By holding you down and fucking you so hard and fast, you have no choice but to scream my name.”
Her eyes flared. “Is that right?”
“Yes, but first I will explain my reasons for the necessity of speed and forceful impact—”
“I get an explanation?”
“Yes.”
“Speed and impact?”
“Correct.”
“Such a dork.”
I ignored her. “First, because I just really want to pin you down and feel you coming on my cock like the good little domesticated pussy you’ve become.
” She growled, even as her eyes sparked with humor and excitement.
I grabbed her hands and shoved them over her head, pinning them down.
“I also want to eat that breakfast you made me, because I’m really fucking hungry.
Which means I’m about to make you come so fast, you won’t know what to do with yourself. ”
“That’s a bold claim, angel,” she said breathlessly.
Fuck, I loved when she couldn’t hide how she was feeling. She was still cautious, maybe even a little wary, but each day she was letting me see more, letting me under that armor, and the more I saw, the more I loved.
I kissed her neck, her jaw, sliding my lips along her delicate earlobe.
“What I lack in experience, I make up for in ardent enthusiasm,” I rasped against her ear.
She was naked under my shirt, so all I had to do was line my cock up and claim what was mine.
I wanted her constantly, so much so, I was fucking shaking with the need to feel her wrapped around me.
She hooked her strong thighs around my waist. “I can’t argue with that, now can I?”
I nipped her ear. “Well, that’s a first.”
“You’re getting far too fucking cocky,” she said, those glorious green eyes sparkling up at me.
“You love how cocky I am,” I said and thrust deep inside her, making her cry out. “Can’t get enough of it in fact.”
She arched against the mattress, moaning with pleasure. “Such a dork,” she gasped out with a breathless laugh.
“A dork who’s about to make you scream his name.” I rocked into her hard and deep.
She lifted her hips, fucking me back, taking me deeper. We slid against each other, while I held her down, taking her, claiming her, giving her the surrender she wanted and needed.
Her hair was spread out around her face, her cheeks flushed, her lips puffy and dark.
Her cries were exquisite and filled me with pleasure, the kind I’d never known existed until I found her.
I listened to her panted breaths, her intensifying cries, the way her eyes grew glassy and unfocused, the way her pussy tightened around my cock.
I’d grown in tune with her body, the way she sounded, the look in her eyes, the way her breath caught when she was moments away from coming.
As soon as she did, I pulled out, leaving just the tip inside her, then I sucked the delicate skin of her throat, nipping gently, and thrust back in so hard she jerked under me, and as soon as I did, she gave me what I wanted.
She screamed my name, coming hard around my cock, squeezing me tight as hell.
Sliding an arm under her, I gripped her perfect ass, lifted it and thrust faster, fucking her through her orgasm. Oh fuck, she was perfect, this was bliss. Ursula was the only being I planned on worshiping for the rest of my eternal life.
“Come for me,” she rasped against my ear.
I was already there. With a groan, I spilled my seed deep inside her, inside my female, marking her, claiming her.
We lay there afterward, my arms wrapped around her. I couldn’t get close enough to her. Nothing seemed to be enough. I wanted it all, all of her, but I’d take whatever she’d give me and be fucking thankful for it.
When her breathing evened out and she sighed in contentment, I kissed her neck, her jaw, rubbing mine against her smooth skin.
“I know angels don’t have mates, Urs,” I said roughly when her hand covered mine and held on.
“But this is what it feels like, I know it. I may have lost my gift of foresight, but I know it with everything in me. You are meant for me. Everything inside me is roaring through my skull that you are mine, that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be, where we’re both supposed to be. ”
“You really think so?” she said, her voice soft and completely unguarded.
My heart squeezed, and I rolled her to her back and looked down at her. “Baby, I know it.” I traced the curve of her cheek. “I ache, I fucking feel as if part of me is missing when you’re not right here, Urs.” I shook my head. “You’re all I need, hellcat. I hope you know that, that you believe it.”
She hadn’t said it yet, that she loved me, and I hadn’t said it again, either, not since the day she brought me here, afraid I’d push too hard too fast and freak her out, but I knew she felt it.
I didn’t need her to say the words to know how she felt about me.
It was broadcast loud and clear whenever we were together.
Her hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders, higher, so her fingers rested against the sides of my throat.
Something shifted in her eyes. They softened in a way I’d rarely seen before, because Urs always hid her feelings.
She wasn’t hiding now. No, she looked up at me, wanting me to see her, all of her.
Vulnerable, laid bare. She licked her lips and pressed one of her hands to the side of my face, then slid it over my cropped hair, her gaze following the movement before coming back to me.
“I’m not…good with the love stuff.” Her throat worked as she swallowed.
“With showing how I feel. I never have been.”
“It’s okay, baby. You don’t—”
She pressed her fingers to my lips. “But with you, it feels different, you know? After everything we’ve been through, being with you now, like this, it feels…easy. Right.”
I nodded, my heart squeezing in my chest.
“I love you, Silas,” she said, her voice cracking. “In case you’re in any doubt. I’m…I’m in love with you. You’re mine, too, my mate, my partner, my everything. Just so you know.”
I dragged in a breath, trying to find my bearings because I felt as if I’d left the ground, like I was fucking floating. “Fuck the clouds,” I said, running my thumb over her perfect lips. “I don’t need wings, or Heaven, because this, you, you’re my wings,” I choked out. “You’re my home, Urs.”
She curled her arms around my neck and held me to her, shaking against me, saying those three words to me again. She loved me.