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Ellea
Ellea was pretty proud of herself. The taste of him was addicting, and the sounds he made…Hel, she would do anything to hear that guttural growl. But she walked away with her chin held high and was only slightly disappointed when she heard him leave the house. She had to pleasure herself three times that night before her body would settle, twice the morning after and every morning since.
She stayed strong for a week, refusing to make the first move. She threw herself fully into working on her magic. The extra energy zinging through her blood was amazing. It helped to distract her thoughts when they wandered to a hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth, pumping in and out of her.
“Shit,” she said. The butterflies she had created caught fire, and their ashes rained down on her head. Billy looked up from her sunning spot and rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Celibacy doesn’t suit you, Bug.She rolled over to sun her other side.I would have chained myself to the man if he let me—or even if he didn’t let me.
Ellea ignored her familiar and summoned fresh butterflies. She felt a little guilty since they were real, not an illusion. Her magic and powers were cooperating so much lately, as long as she didn’t let her mind wander.
“Do you think the things I create have feelings?” she asked the beast. Billy’s eyes snapped open, but before she could answer, a knock sounded from the front door. Ellea took a deep breath, counted to five, and slowly walked to the front of the cabin. She didn’t want to seem too eager, but her hand shook slightly when she reached for the door knob.
Deep breaths, he is just a man.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bug.Billy laughed in her mind.
Ellea opened the door, and the butterflies flew over her head, escaping as late September sunlight blinded her. She didn’t have time to take in the guy in front of her before she was lifted off the ground and brought into a rib-crushing hug.
She sighed as she took in the smell, like the forest with a hint of sandalwood and something beastly.
“Um,” she said through a cut-off breath, still being squeezed. “Hi, Sam. Um, why are you rubbing against my face?”
It was weird, but she couldn’t bring herself to swat him away. He was just as big as Ros, but his short beard was soft and he smelled like, well, the perfect day. It made her think of walking through the woods and easy conversations.
“Nothing creepy.” He rubbed against her more. “Don’t worry, it will piss Ros off later.”
Mmmmm, I’m next!Billy called from her spot in the sun.
“Ah, the beauty that has had Garm running after her every night,” Sam said to the familiar as he let Ellea’s feet touch the ground. He still didn’t let go of her.
“Okay,” Ellea said, pushing away from Sam. “How is it you guys can hear her? Why could I hear Garm?”
Apparently, there were so many other things she didn’t know, and it bothered her.
“And every night? Really?” she said, looking at her familiar. Billy only shrugged and smirked.
Sam didn’t answer, he just let out a warm chuckle and said, “This is going to be fun.”
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Ros
Ros was slowly losing the ability to take a deep breath. He didn’t fight it, either, since this was the only comfortable position for his raging and very hard boner. It was placed perfectly between two cushions as he lay face down on his large couch.
“Are you seriously trying to fuck your couch?” a gruff voice said. He hadn’t smelled Sam as he came in, and he still didn’t. He refused to move. “Come on, we have to get ready.”
Oh right, tonight was Mabon. The past week had been pure torture. Not the endless work of setting up one of the largest bonfires or making sure the eldest supernaturals had a way to get to Sam’s farm. The agony came from the constant thought of her, of her mouth, her tongue, her scent…
Her scent?
Ros shifted his face and took a deep inhale through his nose. “Ellea?” he asked and pressed up off the couch slightly, looking for her. Only Sam’s laugh greeted him, and his friend walked closer to the couch.
“Oh.” Sam laughed harder. “This is bad.”
Ros narrowed his eyes at him. “Why do you smell like Ellea?”
“Why do you look like a nest of birds has been living in your hair?” he asked and made his way to where Ros laid. Then he sat on him, pressing his cock further into the couch. It was becoming painful. Sam felt a lot heavier than he looked.
