Page 106 of Tricky Magic
“I don’t know, princeling,” she said, using Sam's nickname for him. Then she took two fingers and ran them through her center. She moaned as she circled her clit.
Ros’ hand faltered around his cock. He forgot what he was doing as he watched her toy with herself, plunging a finger inside of her, gathering up more wetness to circle around her clit. A flush crept across her chest, and Ros bit at his lip so hard that his sharp canine drew blood. He let out a hiss as she plunged two fingers into her sweet pussy, pumping hard. When he ripped his eyes from where her fingers plunged in, he saw the smug look on her face. She knew she had him.
Ros broke. If she wanted to play, they would play. He flipped her and then smacked her swiftly on the ass.
“Do you enjoy seeing me undone?” he snarled into her ear. She shook her head into the mattress, and he heard a suppressed giggle. “Don’t you dare take your fingers away from your clit.”
Smacking her ass again, she yelped, but he saw her shift and reach between her legs. He widened her knees and sat back on his heels to watch. Her touch was slow and teasing, her pussy clenched around nothing. He slid two fingers inside of her and she moaned against the intrusion.
“Harder,” he commanded. She did, and after a few rough passes, her pussy clenched again. “Do you want to be filled?” he asked, and she nodded. “Do you need to be filled?” She nodded again. “Say it, princess.”
“Yes,” she panted. “Please, I need more. I want your big demon cock inside me.”
She moaned as he curled his fingers inside of her and then swiftly removed them. He grasped his cock and circled it around her entrance. She pushed back, trying to rush him, but he held her still.
“Don’t be impatient,” he scolded her.
What sounded like a growl escaped her as she rubbed at her clit harder.
“Please,” she panted. “I want to come around your cock.”
Ros groaned as the dirty words left her mouth. “As you wish, princess.”
He slowly entered her, and she moaned as each inch gained entry. When he was fully inside, he paused, holding still. Ros thought he would come just from the pulse and flutter of her pussy.
“Move,” he commanded, and she did. He held still as she impaled herself on him, pulling almost to the tip and then slamming against him again and again. She continued rubbing her clit in rough passes, and he felt her heat and pool around him. She was close, but they both needed more. Pulling her hips up, he rammed into her anew, hitting that spot deep inside of her that had her roaring into the mattress. She cursed him, the Gods, and his demon cock. As her powers sparked across her skin, shocking him where they met, he found his own release.
* * *
They hadsex two more times before night took over and sleep stole them. That morning, after a sleepy shower, Ros made Ellea a full breakfast. After that, she stayed curled on the couch around one of the books he had given her. They weren’t out of the woods yet, but he felt the change. There were still moments when darkness shadowed her gray eyes, but he was there, and he wouldn’t leave her. They would get through this.
He kissed her softly as he grabbed her plate and headed to the kitchen to clean up. He heard her get up, and when he peeked around the corner to check on her, she was heading toward her stack of books. “When you’re done with your next book, let’s head to Sam’s to check on him,” he called from the kitchen. “He might even like it if you read him the dirty wolf-shifter one you were telling me about.”
He laughed a little at the thought. Ellea didn’t answer, so he peeked around the corner again. The dish in his hand dropped to the floor and shattered.
Ellea stood there in his living room, a book held to her chest. Her eyes were wide as she looked at Ros. Asmodeus, his father, had Ellea by the shoulders and was looking right at him.
His father blinked once and gave him a knowing smile. Ros couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, and his father nodded at him.
“I’ll see you soon, son. But until then, I will be taking her with me.” He stepped backward into a shimmer of shadows, taking Ellea with him.
Epilogue
Time and space whirled around her as the weight of a man’s hands held firm atop her shoulders. Darkness shimmered in front of her eyes and then stopped as she appeared in the middle of what seemed like a library. The ceiling was domed and molded with an intricate design that looked like feathers and scales. The far wall held shelves and shelves of black books. To her right was a massive paned window, where a faint glow shone through the glass. She whirled to the man behind her. He was dressed in a black suit and black tie. An emerald-colored silk square sat in his jacket pocket. His hair was dark and peppered with gray. He was as broad as Ros, but not as tall.
“Who?” Ellea croaked out. Her mouth had gone dry. “What?”
“I am sorry for the intrusion,” he said to her. “But it seems the easiest way to my son is by you.”
Son?That meant that this man in front of her was Ros’ father, and that meant he was also a king of Hel. She swayed on her feet, and he reached out a gentle hand and grabbed her elbow. His skin was surprisingly warm as he steadied her.
“My name is Asmodeus, and it is time my son stepped into his responsibilities.” He made sure she was steady before removing his hand. “He has been having fun for far too long.”
“Fun?” She scoffed at him, finding her strength. “He has been saving lives while your nephew has been causing destruction.”
“I will deal with my nephew after I deal with my son,” he snapped at her. He smoothed his hands down his jacket, and a cool look spread across his face.
“Why not deal with your son on your own?” she asked, trying for a steady tone. She realized she was standing in the middle of Hel wearing only an oversized shirt. “You’re a king of Hel, aren’t you?”
