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“Yes.” Arsene’s lashes dip. “I want to hold you.”
“You do?”
“Of course.”
Nur’s heart stutters. “Well—alright.”
“And lick you clean,” Arsene says, a gleam in his eye.
He smirks. “Be my guest.”
The dust storm rages on as Arsene licks the mess off him, bringing him to another orgasm with his nimble tongue, then makes good on his promise to taste Nur’s come. Nur slumps into the bedroll with a deep sigh. His vergis is infatuated, the mindless thing. It adores being the center of Arsene’s attention, the focus of that intense, demanding energy.
Arsene crawls up the bed, his cock swinging thick with arousal above his heavy balls. A dark smear catches Nur’s eye. He puts a hand on Arsene’s shoulder.
“Your back.”
Arsene twists. “It’s bloody. That’s from your claws, you bloodthirsty creature.”
“Here, let me.” Nur urges him up and moves over so he can lie on his front. “Hmm, you must train a lot in New Yden. Your muscles have muscles.”
“It’s the sentinel serum.” There’s a twinge of bitterness in his tone.
Nur presses his lips to the first wound. He did, indeed, leave scratches deep enough to draw blood on Arsene’s back. Arsene twitches under his mouth.
He licks. It’s still so sweet. So heady. What if he didn’t need it? What if he could be the type of lover to dab away Arsene’s blood without a second thought?
Then would he be enough for Arsene, or would Arsene still dream of the perfect vergis?
“You’ll heal faster,” he mumbles into Arsene’s skin, fresh shame welling up.
“I know.” Arsene hums as he kisses the next one.
He falls silent under Nur’s attention. Soon enough, the wounds close and the blood is gone. Nur can’t bear to ask to feed, though he wants it, of course. Instead, he finds himself stroking the lines of Arsene’s shoulder blades. His wings would come out here. Nur can see them if he tries, an indistinct glow in the aether. Arsene’s back tenses under his touch.
“Vasia hated that his wings were bound,” Nur says, tracing Arsene’s spine with one claw.
“Who is that?” Arsene shifts, and Nur lets him roll over.
“The angel I used to know. My vergis friend.”
“In Hell.” Arsene’s eyes search his.
“Yes.”
“How did he end up in Hell?”
“He was captured outside the Seraphim Wall and brought there. I think it amused the King to keep him. A sweet little vergis surrounded by brutal killers and conniving wretches. Until he landed himself the King’s best captain as a mate.”
Arsene’s eyebrows shoot up again. But the question that comes out of his mouth isn’t what Nur expects at all. “Did you ever…?”
A bright tremor comes through the bond.Jealousy? Why does that send a trickle of glee through him?
“He was meant for someone else. Anyway, we would have been completely incompatible.”
“Like you and I,” Arsene says dryly. “An angel and a Hellbeast.”
Nur smirks bitterly down at his hands. “Exactly.”
