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Ros
Ros had woken up over an hour ago after another night of dreaming about the witch. This type of frustration was new. She was something he didn’t trust, but that wasn’t stopping him from wanting to bury his cock inside her or push her buttons. Being constantly torn between figuring her out, pissing her off, and wanting to get into her pants was exhausting. Her smell also clung to his nose, even in the shower. “Fuck,” Ros barked, the sound vibrating through the bathroom.
The constant hard-on was equally exhausting, and he was getting reminders of all the times he’d had to take himself in his own hand—like now. The shower had been meant to rid himself of the pain between the legs; instead, he leaned against the wall as the scalding water beat on his back.
The tile was cold and damp under his hand as he leaned against the wall. His other hand fisted his heated skin, stroking the hard length. Rough pumps sloshed with soap and water. The sound of it played in time with the images of that annoying little witch that had his powers roaring to fight or fuck—or both. He thought about her small hand on him when he’d tried leaving her outside of his cabin. What would that hand look like in place of his, stroking him, toying with him like he knew she would? He looked down as the head of his cock continued to disappear in and out of his fist, wishing it was hers, wishing she was on her knees in front of him with those gray eyes staring at him. He wanted her to look at him the same way she’d looked up at him yesterday, her eyes dilated as he leaned close to her. He recalled the sound of her heart quickening as he whispered in her ear, and the smell of her—Hel, that soft smell reminded him of roses. Roses that were the same shade as her flushed skin, a shade that made him think about that perfect ass, bare and bent over his lap. He groaned as his balls began to draw up tight into him.
Would she whimper and beg for more, or fight, like she seemed to love to do? Would she give in and let him worship her after she took her punishment like a good little witch? A tingle began to crawl up his thighs as he stroked harder and wondered through all the possibilities.
“Fuck...” he said, low and guttural.
His thighs tensed as his strokes became jerky and quick. His orgasm pooled low in his stomach, and with one, two, three hard and final strokes, ribbons of his cum splattered on the wall before him. He leaned his head against the cool tile, his breaths heavy and hard. He groaned as he glared down at his cock one last time, still hard.
Ros rinsed off and crawled back into bed without bothering to dry off. Assuming the position he’d woken up in—angrily staring at his ceiling—he wondered what could be done with all of this.
Garm had never come back after his run in with Billy yesterday. If Ros wasn’t so consumed by the small and angry woman, he may have been worried.
Speak of the devil…
The hound’s large ears must have been ringing. His giant paws padded down the hall louder than usual.
Are you decent, Rosier? I would like to keep both my eyes,came a gruff voice.
“I’m in bed and all the bits are covered, Garm of Hounds,” he said. “And since when are we using our given names?”
Since you started acting like a child,Garm said as he opened the door with one of his own shadows.
“I was worried that dog actually got the better of you,” Ros said, sitting up and making sure he was still covered by a blanket. Garm had seen him naked since he was a babe, but one pissed off supernatural was enough.
How dare you?he said, coming to lay in the bed by Ros and taking up the full length of the large bed.
“Well, you are old as dirt.” He reached out a hand to pet the hound that was still as jet black as the day he first laid eyes on him. He smiled at the memory.
That dog is a familiar, and one of the originals,he said, sounding very proud.
“I figured she was a familiar; I didn’t realize she was an old lady. That poor thing is stuck to that witch’s side.”
Watch your mouth, boy. And that witch’s name is Ellea,Garm scolded.
Ros straightened. “Ellea?” he whispered like he couldn’t believe it.
Yes. Are you going deaf, old man?the hound mocked.
“Ellea,” he said. Then again, testing out the syllables and liking the way it sounded on his tongue, “Ell-e-ah.”
And now you’re creeping me out,Garm said.
“What took you so long to come home?” Ros asked, changing the subject but continuing to say “Ellea” in his head.
Well, I had some things to work through with Billy,Garm said a bit slyly.
“Did you find out anything more about Ellea?”
No, we were, ah, busy.A smirk showed on his mouth.
“Gross,” Ros said, but with a big smile.
