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Devon said Sam would heal; he said it to her a hundred times as she cried over his body. He was still unconscious when Ros had grasped her by the shoulders and directed her out of the farm house.
Billy and Garm had left earlier to help patrol, wanting to make sure there were no other attacks. Before Billy left, Ellea made her swear she would stay near Sam until he recovered. Garm agreed to do the same.
The faint sound of wolven howling followed her as Ros rode back to his cabin. She didn’t say another word and clung to him the whole way there. Ros pulled into the driveway, and tears continued to fall silently down her face. He kept a hand on her as she got off the bike and made her way to the front door.
Ros scooped her up after a few steps and brought her straight to her room, where he undressed her slowly. He grabbed one of his clean shirts and placed it over her head, letting it fall down her naked body. He pulled the covers back, and she crawled into bed without another word.
He only left her to grab water and undress himself. She lay there with her eyes staring at nothing, and when Ros returned, he crawled into bed next to her. She took one look at him before rolling over to face away. He grabbed her and pulled her into him, fitting his body around her protectively.
You failed them.
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Ros
Ellea had fallen asleep around two in the morning, and Ros hadn’t slept at all. He laid there with her through the night, counting every breath, holding her through each nightmare. When morning broke, he continued to hold her through the darkness and the fear that weighed on her like a heavy blanket.
She’d gotten up once to use the bathroom, and he’d used that minute to call Devon. Sam had woken up and was fully healed. He was only a bit tired, and worried about Ellea. Ros told Ellea the news, and she only nodded before crawling back into bed. Ros drew a hot bath and woke Ellea. Part of him wanted to let her keep sleeping, but she’d slept half the day, and she needed to take care of herself. When he gently shook her awake, she jumped, and a panicked look crossed her face. Ros soothed her.
“It’s okay,” he said. “But it’s time you woke up.”
Ellea tried protesting, but Ros stripped her of her shirt and carried her to the bath. He got in with her and sat her between his legs. She sat there in the water, curled around her knees. Ros took his time, washing her hair and body, and when the water began to cool, he heated it for them. There was a moment when she finally relaxed slightly, and Ros took it as a gift.
Once he’d pulled her from the bath, he took his time drying her. Ellea kept her eyes to the ground the whole time. Ros grasped her by the chin and made her look him in the eyes. He kissed her softly.
“I’m going to kill them,” he said, and Ellea’s eyes darkened at his promise.
“I wish it were that simple,” she said quietly. “She’s strong, and my dad—”
“I’m going to kill him too. And she isn’t strong. Your mother fears you,” Ros said. Ellea began to protest, but he shook his head. “She fears you because you are stronger than her. Don’t let her put fears into your head. They aren’t real.”
She frowned. “I wish it were that easy.”
He kissed her again and reached for a hairbrush. “Me too.”
A smile broke across her lips as Ros fought with the tangles. He didn’t know why he’d started to brush it in the first place, but he was too stubborn to give up. When he cursed the hairbrush another time, she gave him a soft giggle.
Ros paused for a moment to take it in. They were here, Sam was okay, and they would be okay. He let loose a deep breath. He could feel an apology forming on Ellea’s lips, and he glared at her.Don’t you dare,he said to her without words.
Ellea let go of an equally heavy breath and reached up to him to kiss him. The kiss was real and deep, and Ros melted into it. He dropped the hairbrush to grasp her by the ass and lift her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. The kiss deepened, and they both groaned. Ros sat her on the bathroom vanity and tangled his hand in her long, wet hair. Wrapping it once, he tugged gently, baring her neck to his mouth. The taste of her was electric, and his cock twitched against her wet skin. He needed to feel her, her heat, her fight.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him against her neck. She rubbed her wet pussy against his hardening erection. He yanked his mouth away from her delicious skin to look her wholly in the face. He searched her eyes, her expression. “Are you sure?”
“I’m always sure.” She reached for his cock that was straining between them, wet from her, and stroked him roughly. Need shivered through him as he watched her hand move up and down his length. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she grasped him tighter, letting her nails scrape against his tight, sensitive skin.
A growl sounded low in his chest as she did it again and again. He grasped her knees and spread them as wide as they would go, baring her to him. She whimpered under his stare, and her strokes became erratic.
Ros slowly inserted both fingers, and her head fell back as a moan escaped her lips. He only pumped a few times, curling his fingers inside of her, and she rode his hand. He grasped her by the back of the head and forced her to look at him. He needed her fully present. He needed her here like he needed her to be whole, to be okay. His gaze bore into hers, and she whimpered. When he inserted a third finger, sparks danced around her gray depths. He watched them go fully dark except for her power shining, desperate to escape as he took his thumb and circled it across her clit. His hand became soaked; she was only moments away from finding her release. He could feel it with each hot flutter of her pussy. He needed his cock inside of her. He wanted to feel her come around it, soaking him.
Ros pulled out of her, and a vicious look crossed her face as he robbed her of a quick orgasm. He loved that look. And he loved it even more as her mouth dropped when he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. She reached for his cock, and he stepped away from her, out of her reach. She scowled again, and he saw the heat blaze in her eyes. He wanted her back, needed her to be herself. So he left her.
Ros turned and headed out of the bathroom, leaving her dripping on the vanity. It was torture for him, but it was only a moment before a sharpthwacksounded from the hairbrush she threw at him. He turned, and she bounded after him, throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Ros smiled and took one step toward the bed and then he threw her on top of it. She landed with an angry squeal. He grasped her by the ankle and dragged her so that she was flat on her back. She tried kicking at him, but he grabbed that ankle too. Spreading her wide, he crawled between her legs, kneeling before her. He grasped his cock in his hand and pumped it once, twice, a third time, and her eyes grew heated as she watched.
“Are you going to be polite and ask nicely, princess?” he asked her, ready to play a game.
She placed one arm behind her head and let the other trail down her chest, around her breast, and then slowly down her stomach.
