Page 94 of Tricky Magic
He rolled her over slowly. She gazed up at him, her face flushed and imprinted from the floor. He caressed the mark and kissed her softly. She answered with a whimper. He knew her ass was raw and probably stung as his weight pressed her into the floor. He smiled against her lips before slowly making his way down her body.
Ros peeled her shirt away so she was fully naked under him. She grabbed at him, trying to take his clothes off. He grabbed her hands and held them to her sides, shaking his head. She groaned as he brought his mouth before her, his hot breath caressing her soaked pussy. He licked her once, and she opened for him.
“So responsive to being punished,” he growled into her hot skin. She lifted her hips, trying to get him to continue, but he took his time, needing her to learn patience, even if she would be quick to find release.
Ros took one finger and ran it down her, halting at her entrance. She twitched at the movement, and when he inserted it inside of her, he could feel her walls already fluttering around it. Then he inserted another and just held it there.
“Please,” she mewled. Her fingers twined in his hair as she tried pulling him toward her. He chuckled, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her. She cursed his name and threw her head against the floor.
Ros curled his fingers deep and brought his tongue to her clit. In a few short passes, she was screaming out. Her breasts heaved with the release as she shook, crying out words no one would understand. She pulsed around him, and his cock strained painfully against his jeans. He tried moving it out of the way, but it was no use. This was about her, and it would have to wait.
Ros continued to lick and pump as she came down for her orgasm. When he wouldn’t stop, she pulled at him, but he continued to work her. When she clawed at him, he loved it and decided he wasn’t done.
“One more.” It was a command, and he loved how her wide eyes looked down at him.
“I can’t.” It was breathless, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
“You will.”
He delved into her deeper, adding a third finger that had her throwing her head back with an unrestrained scream. Focusing on that spot deep inside, he pumped in time with his mouth sucking on her clit. She submitted fully, widening her legs more and thrusting her hips.
“Come for me again.” It was another command, only breaking from his rough sucking and licking to utter his filthy request. “I want to feel you soak my fingers and face. I want you to come so hard, so much, that I’ll taste you for days.”
A whimper was her only response as her stomach flexed and her legs shook. She curled around where they met and roared as her second orgasm ripped through her. The way she clenched, the way she gushed around his fingers and mouth, he thought he would spill in his pants at the feel and the taste of her. But he held on to his sanity and slowly pulled out, not rushing it and letting her adjust to the emptiness that it would leave. He licked her clean before trailing kisses up her thighs, stomach, and breasts.
Ellea smiled sleepily at him as he peeled away the hair that was plastered to her face. He sent a silent plea to the home, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
“Bitch,” Ellea cursed. Ros chuckled and slowly picked her up off the ground.
“But you?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. She didn’t even open her eyes.
“Bath, food, and then we can talk about me.” He kissed her on the forehead and walked into the warm bathroom.
50
Ros
Over the past few months, Ros and Sam had been hunting a vampire group, one that worked with demons and was kidnapping mortals instead of killing them like they usually would. They had only been able to get close once, but even then, they’d barely made it out alive. He knew the three of them wouldn’t be enough, so this was only a scouting mission to see if they could get any info on what they were planning. He wanted to see if these were the same vampires that had attacked the farm. But Ros found himself distracted, part of him left in Ellea’s driveway. When they’d left, she had walked him to the end of the driveway with her hair a beautiful mess, her eyes hooded with sleep and a bratty pout plastered on her face. Ros had never felt so happy and sad as when he saw her waving in his rearview mirror.
They had driven north for eight hours and spent another day on foot. They’d made camp close to the compound that loomed in front of them. It had been a month since Ros was here last, and it had doubled in size. Something would have to be done soon whether or not the council stepped in or Belias was involved.
They were using an old military fort as their base. The night before, they’d watched a dozen trucks enter; now, they watched the same trucks leaving. They weren’t able to get too close with the magical perimeter around the base, and Ros was utterly frustrated. All that could be done was to send Garm in. Ros could have gone as well, but they’d all decided that wasn’t a good choice. If Belias was in there, he would know the moment Ros crossed the perimeter. They may not be blood related, but their demon powers answered each other’s, and without proper shielding, he would be found. Garm going was already a risk, but it was one they had to take.
Ros and Sam took a breath as Garm shimmered into shadows.
“And now, we wait.” Sam sounded so solemn.
“Now we wait,” Ros replied, bringing his campfire coffee to his lips.
“So what are you getting Ellea for her birthday?” Sam smiled widely as Ros spit out his coffee. His mood change was bound to give him whiplash.
“What thefuckdo you mean?” He wiped at his mouth. “When is her birthday?”
“You didn’t know?” Sam’s smirk said he knew the answer. “Devon and I already have her gifts wrapped.”
“You asshole.” Ros glared at his soon-to-be-dead friend. “How long have you known?”
Sam pretended to think hard. “A few days after Mabon. She and Devon had talked for hours and it came up.”
