Page 109 of Tricky Princess
They were nearing Farren’s shop, and she felt particularly bad for getting Sam to ride a winged beast. The spanking she’d gotten that night from Ros was delicious, but it left her raw for a whole day.
Cara dropped Ellea off near Azzy’s office after their pastry delivery. Before she could head off to find Azzy or Ros and let them know she’d made amends, she heard a gaggle of old men stating requests and ridiculous demands. She poked her head around a corner to see Ros, clad in a crisp black shirt, pants, and—Gods—a wicked-looking black crown. She loved when he played prince, even though he spent hours afterwards complaining about how itchy the clothes were and how his shoes were too tight.
Fucking backwoods lumberjack.
She smiled as she watched him glare at a few of the lords and dukes. One broke from the fray and began whining about her in particular.
“Your woman has been running amuck—”
He wasn’t able to finish his grievance against her as Ros wrapped a large hand around his throat, easily slamming him into a nearby wall. Everyone else took two steps back.
“My woman has a name, you sniveling bastard.” Ros got closer to his face, and his shadows crept down his hands to circle the lord’s throat. A delicious squeak left his lips that were quickly going blue. “I may be able to crush your spine right here in front of the other sniveling bastards, but I won’t. Instead, I will drag your ass to the dungeons and leave you to my woman. She’s brilliant and beautiful and she’ll do far worse to you. She can do whatever the fuck she wants.”
The demon shook in his hold, and Ellea couldn’t help but bite her fist and moan. Panties were burning everywhere from the sight of him, at the sound of his words, and the way her powers reveled in it. She took a steadying breath, ignored the gathering wetness, and headed toward the crowd. They all took another step back, and the demon still in Ros’ grasp squeaked more.
“Is this a very late Samhain gift, Rosier?” She stalked toward them, and Ros gave her a shit-eating grin.
“Or a very early Yule gift.”
Ellea smirked and walked her fingers up the chest of the lord before patting his pale face. “Though I would love to play, your father is waiting for us, and I’m hungry for food, not the cries of those who annoy me.”
Ros let go without warning, and the male crumbled to the ground, sobbing.
“Anything you want, princess.”
Their kiss was wild, and those around them stared in horror.
Ros would not wake, not that Ellea blamed him. After she’d found him in the hall, the rest of the day was a whirlwind of him prancing around, being all princely, glaring at his father over a late lunch, and then training her in the evening. But as the sun continued to rise, Ellea felt restless. Even after her training the day before, creating multiple versions of herself, she was not tired. In fact, she was wired, her powers churning under her skin. Even reading wouldn’t calm her or the magic begging to be shed. She stared down at Ros; the glow of the morning light softened his features but could not erase how massive he was, how much space his presence took up. Yanking the blankets away, he didn’t even flinch, only lay there on his back, one knee bent and cock already partially hard.
She could…play.
No, she should let him sleep.
It would be fun.
Her powers were evil but oh so creative. Training was giving her so many interesting ideas of ways to wake Ros. It was always him and his shadows that got to have all the fun. Why couldn’t it be her and her magic? A wide and wicked smile spread across her face.
“I don’t think you would mind if I had a little taste…”
No, he probably wouldn’t; he had said so once, after Duhne had impeded her waking him with her mouth. Later that day, he said he would’ve loved it. But what about more than one of her? A huff sounded, and when she looked up, two sets of electric gray eyes met her own. No pang of jealousy rang through her. How could she be jealous of herself?
“Gods, we’re hot.” She scanned her echoes from head to toe. They were perfect copies, down to each freckle and curve. “Get to work, ladies. Let’s see if I have a voyeur kink.”
“Let’s see if we have a voyeur kink,” they said together.
“Don’t make this creepy.”
All three of them smirked before Ellea leaned back on the pillows, ready for a show, and the echoes crawled up to their demon.
She could feel the brush of their skin against his, the soft blankets under knees and hands. Each touch was heightened two-fold, and she shivered in anticipation. Ros’ cock twitched with each touch, each inch they traveled, peppering his legs with bites and kisses. He shifted slightly, moaning low in his sleep. Their excitement escalated, and she had a hard time separating the two; all three of them were greedy for a taste of his silken skin. Ellea focused on the echo to her left, directing her to swirl her tongue around his wide tip. She made the other lick straight up his balls. When they did, Ellea moaned at the taste of him and the feel of his hard erection against her echoes’ skin.
“Yeah, definitely into this.” She shivered; watching them had her feeling all types of hot and bothered, her thighs becoming slick with her arousal.
Instincts took over, and they mimicked movements she had done so many times before. Gripping him hard, twisting, sucking, and when they both used their tongues to toy with the sensitive underside, Ros woke.
“Yes,” he sighed, eyes still shut.
She ran her hand across his hard chest and leaned in to kiss his sleep-lined cheek. “Do you like that, handsome?”
