Page 110 of Tricky Princess
“Fuck, yes—what?” His eyes snapped open and he looked at her for a moment, then down at the woman. One had him so far down her throat that Ellea felt like she couldn’t breathe. That echo smirked around his length, and Ros cursed something obscene. The other was lapping up his balls.
“Fuck. Ellea. Gods.”
He was a blubbering mess, and Ellea was enjoying every moment.
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Rosier
This wasn’t a dream. This was a new type of blissful Hel, and he was about to embarrass himself. It took every ounce of strength to not shoot in the back of her throat when she ran her teeth along his sensitive skin. Her—the copy of Ellea. The other was doing something wicked to his balls and—oh, Gods.
“This. You.” He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. The room was suffocating with arousal; Ellea’s sweet scent was telling him she was enjoying this, enjoying watching herself suck on his cock.
Fucking Hel.
He was going to come. “Too soon,” he couldn’t help but blurt out.
“I don’t know,” Ellea said. He knew it was the real Ellea by scent and feeling alone. “They were working for a bit before you woke up.”
“You. Naughty. Little. Witch!” He couldn’t help but thrust into the hot mouth that was moaning around him.
“Are you going to come?” she breathed against his throat. “Are you going to make a mess of my echoes?”
Ros glanced down again, and two Elleas were looking up at him from under their lashes. Their tongues circled around him, circling around each other. And when they smirked, his head went wholly blank. He came with a feral roar, arching and spilling into someone’s throat. It was never-ending, mind-numbing, and when he stopped shuddering, one Ellea released herself from him with a pop, then the other took over to clean up whatever mess was left.
“Oh, Gods. I’m going to come again.”
Ellea laughed huskily, and he knew then that she would pay in the best way for waking him like this.
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Rosier
It had been a week since Ellea’s father disappeared. A week with no sign of attack. Ellea was still being kept in Hel, but she enjoyed being there. He was working hard on getting used to that. Since they were now stationed here, everyone visited when they could, which meant every day. Ros could admit to himself that he may have spent all of his years grumbling in the woods for no reason. That grumpy asshole never imagined his friends gathered around a table in Hel, eating lunch with his father. Devon sat to his father’s left today, and they were in a heated discussion about something Ros had lost track of, while Sam and Ellea were snickering like a couple of children. He looked toward Garm for help, but the hound was too busy making heart eyes at Billy.
Fucking Hel.
Ros was slightly afraid of whatever Sam and Ellea were cooking up. Sam had officially been banned from the library, the stables, and the kitchens. Everyone was too scared of Ellea to ban her, which meant that Sam wasn’t actually banned at all. First, he’d hunted Viatrix through the library in his wolven form while Ellea stole a few romance novels and documents pertaining to the history of the Gods. Another day, he’d insulted the cooks and kitchen staff on their inability to cook some of Ellea’s favorite meals correctly. Lastly, Ellea had talked him into taking one of the winged demon horses for a ride. She had lied, of course, telling him she did it all the time. That got him called into Asmodeus’ study for a scolding, but Ros was pretty sure he hadn’t heard a bit of it and had spent the time checking him out instead.
Kill me now.
Sam and Ellea had started calling his father “Daddy Azzy,” and Ros was regularly looking for ways to magic his ears.
“So what you’re saying is we have the full support of Hel, but not the full support?” Devon asked his father, which piqued Ros’ interest.
“Hel supports Rosier and Ellea on their mission and we will aid them in any way we can. But we cannot send an army with them.”
“Why not?” Sam asked. “It seems like the easiest solution.”
“You all may feel adjusted and find it easy to be both here and in your realm”—he leaned back in his chair—“but our soldiers have lived here their whole lives. They have not stepped foot outside of this realm for a millennium. If they did, it would do more harm than good.”
“But you’ve aided the humans before?” Ellea asked.
“Yes, but that was a very, very long time ago.”
“Would you go to our realm?” Devon asked.
Ros’ eyes widened. He couldn’t remember a time his father had visited or even spoke of visiting. His cousins had traveled topside often, but the kings never left Hel.
