Page 88 of Tricky Magic
“Not yet,” he commanded, and her bliss turned to a scowl.
“Sick demon games,” she growled.
“You haven’t seen my demon games yet.” He stood between her legs, and her eyes widened at the sight.
His cock was fully out of his jeans and stood hard and ready for her. The tip was already dripping. Gathering it on his finger, he brought it to her mouth. She instantly opened for him, letting her tongue jut out to taste him. A glint showed in her eyes as she grabbed his wrist and sucked hard on his finger, letting her teeth graze the pad and groaning around it. He twitched in response and tried to yank his hand free, but she held on, smirking. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and ran it through her soaked center.
“You dirty little witch.” She squirmed below him as he sunk slowly into her. She released his finger on a loud moan. He slid his hand under her shirt and bra and bunched it around her breasts. Her pale skin glowed under the restaurant’s lights, and a blush crept along her chest where he held her.
Sinking further, she tried to open for him, but her pants were in the way.
“Use your magic,” he commanded, and she did. It took her a moment while he sunk further into her, but she freed herself from her clothes and lay fully naked on the table.
Ros plunged into her fully, and she screamed while her pussy clenched around the intrusion. He paused, waiting for her to relax as he slowly kissed up her ribs and her breasts, circling one nipple with his tongue. She shivered, and her pussy tightened again.
“Oh, you like that?” he murmured against her breasts. She didn’t answer, but when he circled her other nipple and then tugged on it gently with his teeth, she groaned low and guttural. “Yeah, I think you do.”
Ros slid out of her, only an inch, before pressing into her again. Slowly, he felt her relax around him, and he rewarded her with a kiss on her lips. She nipped and growled, urging him to go faster, harder, and when he pulled away, she glared at him.
“Hold on,” he growled at her and grasped her raised thighs.
Grasping the table’s edge, she smirked at him. “Do your worst.”
Heat radiated through his body at the offer. He gripped her hips as he slowly pulled out of her and then plunged in, hard. A whoosh left Ellea’s mouth but she tried grinding her hips, asking for more. He gave it to her; again and again, he thrust into her. The table moved an inch every time, and he cursed himself for not choosing a better spot.
Ellea’s chest heaved as she moaned loudly. He could feel her orgasm building, and he lifted her more to go a little deeper. Her stomach flexed instantly, and she lifted her head to watch him plunge in and out of her.
“Oh, fuck...” The words were drawn out, and when she glanced up at him, when his eyes met hers, he saw so much demand. A wicked smile crossed her lips, commanding him to unleash himself, so he did, no longer holding back. She threw her head back and roared as an orgasm ripped through her. He could have sworn the windows shook, but he was too distracted as she clenched around him.
He swore as heat built around his cock and tingles crept up his thighs. Gripping her hard enough to bruise, he lifted her a little more and then he was lost in the feel of her, the flutter of her pussy as her orgasm continued. She whimpered and swore, cursing him, and he knew then that he would never tire of this. She lifted her head one last time, glancing to where his cock disappeared into her perfect pussy and then up at him.
“Please, I want to feel you cum.” That request and those gray eyes had him losing all senses.
An orgasm ripped through him instantly, and he exploded into her. She smiled at the feel of it. A “yes” escaped her lips, and when he slowed, still twitching inside of her, she let her head rest on the table, smiling sleepily up at the ceiling.
47
Ellea
The first few weeks on a new path were nothing she ever would have seen in the cards. Days were spent mostly with Devon, reading or talking through some new passage they’d found. Evenings were spent training her powers with either him, Ros, or both. Nights were always spent with Ros, some mornings too. Sam was there to entertain them all—well, mostly Devon and Ellea. Ros was bullied for their entertainment.
There were only a handful of nights when Ros was not sharing a bed with her. She had learned what he actually did and wasn’t as horrified as she thought she should be. It made sense. If a rogue supernatural was on a murdering spree, why wouldn’t a giant demon witch prince go and put it in its place or send it to the part of Hel it belonged in? She also learned that Sam was in on it too. Outside of his usual alpha duties, he would accompany Ros or go on his own missions. Ellea wouldn’t admit it made her feel better when Sam tagged along with Ros. She knew they could take care of themselves, but it was always nice to have backup. Right now, Ros was her backup.
They had been walking for an hour and Ellea was thankful for all those mornings spent running after the giant brute in front of her. Ros had gotten word that a single demon was in their part of the woods and had been asked to take care of it. He’d tasked Ellea to take care of it.
After Mabon, her powers had manifested into something more. They became less erratic and easier to control. She was able to conjure full objects, some creatures, and transform them into something else. They were constantly finding new things to try.
Ros had found a passage during their research that described a trick, and he wanted her to test it on the demon. Ellea smiled to herself as she remembered that the particular passage came before she got tired of reading boring books and decided to suck Ros’ cock instead.
They’d been in bed, and when she’d turned the page to find more dull text instead of something smutty or with dragons, she’d decided to make her own smut. Ros had been sitting up against his headboard, looking adorable and sexy with a small book in his large hand. Ellea had gotten on her knees next to him, pulled him out of his sweatpants without warning, grasped him hard, and sucked him into her mouth. He’d been rock hard almost instantly. The book in his hand had dropped to the floor with a smack.
Ellea had scraped her teeth along the tight, sensitive skin, and he’d rewarded her with such a hard smack on the ass that she’d yelped and fell face first onto his cock. He’d grabbed her hips and moved her so that she was on full display with her ass in the air. Slowly, he’d pulled her leggings down and he groaned at the sight.
“Does sucking my cock make you wet, princess?” he’d asked with his sinful voice. She hadn’t needed to answer; her wet pussy had been on display for him to play with. She’d smiled as he ran a finger through her slit, and swallowed down until his cock was hitting the back of her throat.
Smack!Ellea found herself on her ass, an old oak tree in front of her and an ache in her forehead. Ros was laughing a few paces away from her.
“You should pay attention, princess,” he said with a chuckle.
