Page 61 of Tricky Magic
She cocked a brow at him as his eyes became darker.
“Devon will drive your car home in the morning.” He grabbed her hand and headed for the front of the property.
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The drive to Ros’cabin was short and quiet. He wouldn’t even give her a moment to pet the horses on their way out, and she pouted the entire drive, thinking about how she hadn’t said goodbye to the horses on her nana’s property before she’d bolted from the city. Now, she stormed after him as she followed him up the stairs in his dark cabin.
“You’re really wooing me here,” she said to him as he turned at the top of the stairs.
“I’m not trying to woo you,” he growled at her. “I’m trying to give you a book.”
Ellea paused at the top of the stairs. Was she reading this whole thing wrong? Is that why he had been avoiding her? She stomped into his room.
“Look.” She paused as he held a book out to her. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “The morning after our first fight in the woods, I was curious about the magic you used, so I looked and found that in my library.”
She took the book from his hands and looked down at the title. “It’s in the old language. I can’t read this.”
She thrust the book back at him.
“Maybe Devon can help you with it,” he said, refusing to take the book back. “He speaks it and a few other things.”
“Do you speak it?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said flatly.
“I had your cock in my mouth, but you can’t help me read a book?” He cocked a brow at her, and that settled it. She needed answers. “Look, I’m getting mixed signals, and I’m too tired and over my life to deal with that.”
“You’re getting mixed signals?” He raised both brows at her. “You’re the one that kicked me out of your home after you had my cock in your mouth.”
“You’re the one that ‘attempted,’” she said with air quotes, “to kill me, then ate me out in the grass before you ran off.”
He crossed his large arms over his massive chest and glared at her. “What are you asking, Ellea?”
Fine. He wouldn’t say it, so she would. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”
Her heart raced as she waited for him to reply. This whole thing was messed up, but she couldn’t deny what she was feeling. Her magic had finally settled down, and she could think somewhat clearly. But what if she was wrong and he didn’t want that? What if he regretted what had happened?
“Of course, I want to fucking fuck you,” he said, spreading his arms out. “I want to do more than that.”
Ellea’s heart skipped yet again, and heat pooled in her stomach. She felt like Billy, tongue hanging, drool dripping, as she took in the large man before her. The sheer size of him, body and cock. Her mouth watered as she remembered the feel of him sliding in and out of her mouth. How would it feel to have him inside her? Could she take it? She straightened and begged her knees to stop wobbling. Of course, she could.
“More?” She stepped toward him and smirked. “How could there be more than fucking? Is it a demon thing?”
She took another step and stood in front of him.
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Ros
Ros tried to grasp that Ellea was in his bedroom. It took him a moment to understand the weight of it. Yes, he’d admitted he wanted her, but she hadn’t said the same in return. This could all be a game to her. He’d never understood women or men, and hadn’t been with one in a few years; the last time had only been to see if he had a lick of humanity left. And yeah, he’d liked it. The woman had too, but they hadn’t been in it for the same reason.
Now he had a woman in his room, but she still hadn’t said what she wanted. He also hadn’t asked yet. “What do you want, Ellea?”
He could smell the arousal on her, but he had to hear it.
“I want you to do everything you promised,” she said in a voice full of lust. “I want to fuck you and to do what I want. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to spank me, punish me, and show me what ‘more’ is.”
