Roles to Hell by Josephine Wrightson

Author:Josephine Wrightson [Wrightson, Josephine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

T ave and Kia worked diligently to help Asmon, both fighting their instincts. Asmon, in and out of consciousness, could hardly talk, never mind understand what was happening. His hefty frame weakened and heavy when it can to moving him. Deadweight was never easy to shift. Which bothered Kia, that this beautiful beast of a man was dying. Seeing him wounded when she was unable to help had been terrifying, but this, this was awful. Then, at least aware, Asmon had reassured her. This was different, he rambled on, nothing of which made sense. And although Tave did try to reassure her, his words did not instil confidence. Being worried himself, it showed.

Once they had Asmon clean. Tave held him once again whilst Kia attempted to get him to drink some of the medicine he had brought. A messy job, and she ended up wearing more than she made Asmon drink. Much to her chagrin.

Asmon needed it. Looking at Tave, she spoke nervously. “Again, let me try again. I will get him to drink more.” Tave nodded, and kneeling behind Asmon, pulled him back up so once again he was sitting. Watching as Kia stoked his face. “Asmon, please. I know you are in there. Please, I need you to drink this.” Her hand tenderly held his cheek. “You have to be well.” He did. She really needed him to be well. Whatever this was between them all, that piece of her which called them ‘mine’ was right. She glanced upwards at Tave, directly into his chocolate eyes. Seeing all the intense emotion, he too was feeling welling in his eyes. Tilting her head, she watched him, a longing filling her. Not fully understanding anything other than the love she felt for these two men. She had been fighting it, because surely none of this could be true. Yet! It was and now her sense of being was fast becoming her only reality. She desired these men, both of them. Each different, but perfect in his own particular way. A wry smile drew across her face for Tave. He cared for Asmon as much as her, even though they fought. She had seen it and understood. They both desired her. Could it be more? What she felt was more, could a woman such as her love two men? It was tremendous. Maybe when she was younger it might have worked, but this. Her, right now. How? She felt suddenly hot. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation. As Asmon opened his eyes, it took effort. They felt like lead weights, but he forced them to work. Kia was talking to him, her little fingers stroking his face, causing everything in him to screech with desire. Even if his body was not working, his soul still knew it was her. He wanted to drag her into his arms. Be well so he could make her his. Crystal clear eyes saw her. The gentle caring, the love, her soul oozed compassion.

He wheezed. “Kia.”

Hearing, she gently put the glass once again to his lips.

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