Page 54 of Tricky Magic
He closed his eyes and gave a pained groan, then a black hole of shadows swallowed Belias. Ros panted heavily before peeling his eyes open.
“What do you need?” Ellea asked. Her voice was quiet and pained. She didn’t know where to start; cleaning him had uncovered so many wounds. A bruise covered the side of his chin, and there was a large gaping wound through a hole in his shirt.
“Time. Maybe another towel? I will heal, but I used so much magic...” He sighed, and his chin fell in defeat. “Do you have a first-aid kit?”
On cue, the home opened a cabinet, and on the bottom shelf stood a large red tote. Ellea reached for it. It held anything she could need to clean wounds, including potions and different dressings.
“Bring it here,” he breathed. “I can fix myself up.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. He was hunched in the chair with his eyes on the floor. How could such a powerful man look so ruined?
“Don’t be stupid.” It was pure sarcasm. “I can take care of you—of it.” She stumbled on her words. “Just tell me where to start.”
Hazel eyes met hers, and barely a moment passed before he reached for his shirt. She stepped toward him.
“Let me.” It came out a bit shaky, but then he gave her one of his signature smirks, and she rolled her eyes. “One snarky word and you’re on your own.”
He raised his good arm in response, his smirk turned into a small smile.
Ellea held back on using her powers that could easily undress him. A random night by the lake didn’t mean she trusted him, so she dragged the shirt over his raised arm, then his head. She gently pulled it down the arm that dangled at his side. Turning quickly, she threw the shirt in the trash and took a steady breath.
“I can’t be that bad,” he said.
She cleared her mind before turning back to him, taking in his injuries. Besides the gash on his side, he had several more peppering across his chest, his solid abs, and down to his left hip.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say one of the demons was trying to get into your pants.”
He chuckled softly before a pained look crossed his handsome face. Even under the bruise and the leftover blood, he was stunning. The definition of male with his heavy brow, strong jaw, and that scruff she wanted to run her tongue across. She cleared her throat and stepped toward him, ready to get to work.
Ellea pressed lightly against his good leg, leaning over his large body to hold his right arm still while she poured a cleaning solution into the deep gash at the top of his right shoulder. He hissed in pain and grabbed her thigh with his free hand. She scowled.
“Don’t be a baby.”
He only squeezed harder. After the blood and dirt were gone, she poured the healing potion into the wound. It was jagged, and she needed to press the skin together to help the magic work. Her eyes kept darting to his face, and with each stolen look, his smile grew.
“Don’t move while it works.”
As she moved to the wounds on his chest, he kept his hand on her, always touching, always looking at her. She only let herself look at him under her lashes, feigning that she was only focused on his care, not his hot and taut body under her fingers. A chill passed over her as he finally had to let go so she could kneel before him to get to the last wound. She took the moment to try and create distance, but the urge to keep touching him was unrelenting. The jagged gash across his hip wasn’t enough to distract her from the feeling, especially when the wound continued under his tight jeans.
Don’t think about his dick. Don’t do it.
She told herself that this was purely medical as she pulled at the waist of his pants. It wouldn’t budge.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you put this one here yourself just so I could get close to your…” She wouldn’t say it, only waved at the prominent bulge in his tight jeans.
Ros choked on a laugh. “I know better ways to get you close to my cock, princess.”
“If you can’t behave,” she said in a low voice, “I won’t be able to finish this.”
“There is only so much I can help,” he said in a tone that matched hers. She reached for his button, and his eyes darkened.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she scolded. “I’m trying to get to the hole in your hip, and these jeans are skin tight. I don’t know how you wear them.” He held still as she reached for the button again.
The cabin was silent as they both held their breaths. The button coming free was so loud that it almost distracted her from his large cock that sprung toward her face. She choked on a breath, and he quickly covered himself with a clean towel. He wasn’t fast enough for her to not seeallof it; how he stood so hard with so many injuries was baffling, almost as baffling as the sheer size of him. A deep ridge extended up his thick shaft, and two large veins ran across the wide base. The skin looked tight and shiny, as if he had been hard this whole time. Thoughts of what it would feel like against her tongue ran freely through her mind. She imagined taking his rosy tip into her mouth and running her tongue around its edges. The taste of him…
She cleared her throat and begged the blush she felt crossing her cheeks to disappear.
“Did the demon that was trying to get into your pants also steal your boxers?” she asked, still trying to find composure.
