Page 4 of Tricky Magic
She loved this house.
Ellea chose the demon one.
“Josh had a bad reading, and the fucker pulled a gun on me—”
Billy’s growl cut her off, and the lights flickered angrily throughout the house.
“It’s fine, I took care of it,” she said, then began chewing on her lip.
How did you take care of it?Billy asked.
A smirk crossed her lips before she tapped down the thunder of power that echoed in her mind.
“Just some trickster magic.” She flipped through her book and ignored the gaze of her familiar.
She wouldn’t see judgment in her eyes, but she wasn’t ready for the usual discussion of control, learn your powers—
Good. I’m glad you let that side of your magic help in a scary situation,Billy said, cutting off her thoughts.
“It won’t happen again,” Ellea grumbled.
She couldn’t let it, her magic was volatile, scary, and she didn’t know what would happen if she let it out any more than she usually did.
Right,Billy said and turned back to the TV.
Ellea sipped her drink and settled into her book. Her eyes felt heavy, but she fought off sleep.
One more chapter.
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Ellea
Ellea was burning, an all-consuming fever that would not relent. The heat built as the inevitable orgasm swelled in the distance. The man between her legs hummed in approval as she crushed him with shaking thighs. The vibration from the deep sound made her a whimpering mess as she tangled her fingers in the dark sheets around her.
When his large hands gripped her hard enough to bruise, forcing her to open for him, she delighted in knowing she would wear his marks. She would never tire of this, of being surrounded by his powerful presence, the way his beard scratched her thighs as he nipped her skin. She was home when she was with him.
He curled two fingers deep inside, pumping slowly, and her back arched off the bed. She was coherent enough to feel him smile against her swollen pussy before he consumed her with his tongue and teeth. A single, sharp bite against her clit had release crashing around her.
Her moan rang through the moonlit room, and he moaned with her as he continued to feast. As she slowly came down from her orgasm, she saw him pumping his arm, finding his own release.
“Let me,” she said huskily.
“This was about you,” he moaned and nipped at her knee.
He shuddered once more before crawling up the bed, peppering her with heated kisses the whole way. He was so tall and strong; she could feel his powerful muscles as he settled behind her, tugging her in close before kissing her shoulder.
“Feel better, princess?” he whispered before kissing her ear.
“Much better.” She settled more into him, unbothered that they were both sticky.
“Will you tell me about your day now?” he asked.
Hadn’t she already? She racked her brain, but could only remember him between her legs.
Weird.
“I had to use my trickster powers today on someone who wanted to attack me,” she whispered.
