Page 64 of Tricky Magic
She smirked to herself as she settled back in and then quickly panicked as her eyes snapped open.
It’s morning, I am in bed, in Ros’room, and Ros is next to me.
She racked her brain for any memory of bad dreams or waking Ros with her screams, but there was nothing.
“You seem pretty cozy for someone who didn’t want to stick around,” Ros said in a voice that had her sore pussy craving him all over again.
“I don’t sleep with anyone besides Billy,” she said and turned toward him. He wasn’t letting go of her, and it made it hard to face him fully. She wished she hadn’t. He looked adorable with his long lashes fanned across his still-closed eyes, sleep-tousled hair, and pouty lips. It wasn’t fair. “I’ve never slept in the same bed with anyone besides her.”
“Well,” he said with his eyes still closed, pausing to yawn. He didn’t even have bad breath. “Now you do.”
“Now I do what?” She glared at his perfect face.
He opened one eye and smiled. “I can’t say I’ve ever woken up to a female glaring at me like that before.” He pulled her closer.
“Now I dowhat?” she asked again.
“Now you sleep with someone besides Billy. But I bet she wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with us,” he said.
I wouldn’t mind at all!came Billy’s voice from far away. Ros chuckled and settled into bed.
“That was a one-time thing,” she said.
“Whatever you say, princess.” He gave her a sleepy smirk with his response.
“Don’t you need to get up and chop wood or something?” she said, trying her best to get out of his embrace.
“Someone is very grumpy after being thoroughly fucked last night,” he said as he pulled her in tighter.
She tried to get out of his hold, and when she shimmied down, she was greeted with a very hard something pressed into her body. It twitched, and she suppressed a moan. Her pussy had to stay out of it. There were other pressing things besides a perfect cock and a good fucking. Like, how did she sleep through the night, what was with her powers, and why did she have so much energy coursing through her?
“Do you feel weird?” she asked.
“No,” he said, and opened his eyes. They were so bright in the morning sunlight, the amber and greens sparkling at her. His cock twitched again. “I’m horny and hungry. Why?”
“Last night was...” She paused, searching for the right words.
“Magical? The best sex you’ve ever had?” He smiled.
“No.” She frowned at him, and his face dropped.
Oh, the brute can be hurt.
“Stop; you know it was all of those things. But the magical part, that wasn’t me and that has never happened before.”
“How?” he asked, letting go with one arm and resting his head in his hand. “Don’t all witches have some weird stuff happen during a new moon or holiday?”
“Not me,” she said. “I have had plenty of sex during holidays and moons, and that has never happened.”
“I would rather not hear about you having sex with other people,” he growled, and his eyes darkened a shade.
“I’m sorry, does my partner count bother you?” she said with a scowl. “You’re a billion years old; I’m sure you’ve slept with more people than me.”
“It’s not the count,” he said with a soft expression. It turned aggressive before he said, “It’s the thought of someone else touching you.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. How could he be so territorial this fast?
“Oh, I see your brain working,” he said and brushed hair behind her head. “Look, we have spent too many weeks dancing around things, not fully saying what we should.”
