leached from her.
“I’m sorry, my love.”
“For what?” she choked out, her voice a harsh whisper.
“For my…enthusiasm. I should have been more careful.”
A weak laugh escaped her. “Your enthusiasm was perfect.”
“Truly?”
“Yes. Absolutely perfect.”
“That is very good to know, because I believe I got that enthusiasm all over you.”
He rolled away and the wetness covering her hip chilled.
“Oh shit, that’s cold!” She tried to hold back a giggle and failed. Poor Evan. His first time with a female and he’d come in his robes. The wetness turned the material translucent and she took a moment to admire his softening length through the fabric.
“I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up,” he said. He placed his hand over her hip and it began to warm as his power flowed.
“No.” She put her hand on his chest, stopping him. “Leave it.”
“It’s a mess.”
“It’s my mess. Leave it for now.” It was part of him. The part he’d never given to anyone else. She didn’t want to lose it just yet.
Evan hesitated briefly, probably wondering if she’d lost her mind completely, then settled back to the ground. Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he tugged her over him with an exhausted sigh.
The air had grown uncomfortably cold. Her tiny wings ached with it. Shivering, she snuggled closer.
Evan responded by stretching his heavily feathered wings forward, embracing her in their soft warmth.
“Stay with me. Don’t go back to Lucifer.” The plea was a soft whisper, but the words screamed though her.
She closed her eyes and wished, wished as hard as she could, that it were possible. But she knew when she opened them again, nothing would have changed. Simply entertaining the temptation woke Lucifer’s oath. Her limbs twitched as it fought to take control.
Not yet. Please not yet. Wait for the Master. Please, don’t make me do it until he comes.
Maybe she could convince Evan to be far away before Satan arrived.
“You know I can’t go with you. Don’t tease my heart with the impossible.”
“What if it’s not impossible? I’ve asked for help. Heaven’s greatest scholars are poring over the Law. It’s just a matter of time before they find the answer. You could come home with me.”
“No.” Shaking her head, she pushed against his chest. He relaxed his hold, letting her put some distance between their bodies.
At least until she came up against his wings, holding her down from behind. Those he used to pull her closer.
“Say you will, Philomela.” She fought not to cringe at the sound of her heavenly name, a name once so full of beauty and truth. Lover of music. She hadn’t been that angel in so long. Couldn’t he see that?
She was Meela, the demon. The downfall of men and the destroyer of angels.
The destroyer of Evangelos.
She didn’t want this fate, didn’t want to hurt him, but the path was set and she had no escape.
Neither did he. He just didn’t realize it yet.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
How little he understood. They were both doomed. Even now she could feel the oath burning its way through her veins like a prowling beast. Lucifer was nearing and their time together was over.
“The Master will come. He’ll follow me.”
“And if he does, I’ll protect you.”
She tried to blink back the sudden sting of tears.
“You don’t understand. He won’t come for me. He’ll come for you.”
Evan paused, looking down at Meela in confusion.
“Why would he come for me? I am not his. What are you not telling me?” Evan curled one finger under her chin and tipped her face up to meet his.
She gave a sudden and violent jerk, her hands knotting in the fabric of his robes.
Her face twisted in a grimace of pain and her eyes clouded with guilt. She seemed to try to speak, opening her mouth, only to snap it shut again without a sound.
“Meela, are you all right?” She squirmed against him and he released her. Rolling away, she sat in the snow, just out
“I’m sorry, my love.”
“For what?” she choked out, her voice a harsh whisper.
“For my…enthusiasm. I should have been more careful.”
A weak laugh escaped her. “Your enthusiasm was perfect.”
“Truly?”
“Yes. Absolutely perfect.”
“That is very good to know, because I believe I got that enthusiasm all over you.”
He rolled away and the wetness covering her hip chilled.
“Oh shit, that’s cold!” She tried to hold back a giggle and failed. Poor Evan. His first time with a female and he’d come in his robes. The wetness turned the material translucent and she took a moment to admire his softening length through the fabric.
“I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up,” he said. He placed his hand over her hip and it began to warm as his power flowed.
“No.” She put her hand on his chest, stopping him. “Leave it.”
“It’s a mess.”
“It’s my mess. Leave it for now.” It was part of him. The part he’d never given to anyone else. She didn’t want to lose it just yet.
Evan hesitated briefly, probably wondering if she’d lost her mind completely, then settled back to the ground. Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he tugged her over him with an exhausted sigh.
The air had grown uncomfortably cold. Her tiny wings ached with it. Shivering, she snuggled closer.
Evan responded by stretching his heavily feathered wings forward, embracing her in their soft warmth.
“Stay with me. Don’t go back to Lucifer.” The plea was a soft whisper, but the words screamed though her.
She closed her eyes and wished, wished as hard as she could, that it were possible. But she knew when she opened them again, nothing would have changed. Simply entertaining the temptation woke Lucifer’s oath. Her limbs twitched as it fought to take control.
Not yet. Please not yet. Wait for the Master. Please, don’t make me do it until he comes.
Maybe she could convince Evan to be far away before Satan arrived.
“You know I can’t go with you. Don’t tease my heart with the impossible.”
“What if it’s not impossible? I’ve asked for help. Heaven’s greatest scholars are poring over the Law. It’s just a matter of time before they find the answer. You could come home with me.”
“No.” Shaking her head, she pushed against his chest. He relaxed his hold, letting her put some distance between their bodies.
At least until she came up against his wings, holding her down from behind. Those he used to pull her closer.
“Say you will, Philomela.” She fought not to cringe at the sound of her heavenly name, a name once so full of beauty and truth. Lover of music. She hadn’t been that angel in so long. Couldn’t he see that?
She was Meela, the demon. The downfall of men and the destroyer of angels.
The destroyer of Evangelos.
She didn’t want this fate, didn’t want to hurt him, but the path was set and she had no escape.
Neither did he. He just didn’t realize it yet.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
How little he understood. They were both doomed. Even now she could feel the oath burning its way through her veins like a prowling beast. Lucifer was nearing and their time together was over.
“The Master will come. He’ll follow me.”
“And if he does, I’ll protect you.”
She tried to blink back the sudden sting of tears.
“You don’t understand. He won’t come for me. He’ll come for you.”
Evan paused, looking down at Meela in confusion.
“Why would he come for me? I am not his. What are you not telling me?” Evan curled one finger under her chin and tipped her face up to meet his.
She gave a sudden and violent jerk, her hands knotting in the fabric of his robes.
Her face twisted in a grimace of pain and her eyes clouded with guilt. She seemed to try to speak, opening her mouth, only to snap it shut again without a sound.
“Meela, are you all right?” She squirmed against him and he released her. Rolling away, she sat in the snow, just out
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