Page 65 of Tricky Princess
“Dance with me.” He blurted it out, trying to press down on the dark thoughts that were creeping up about the time he had left and all of his regrets.
She arched a brow up at him. “You don’t dance.”
“When I’m playing crowned prince, I do,” he said, pulling her gently toward the few people dancing to an elegant song.
He twirled her once, the panels of her velvet gown glinting in the low light of the ballroom. Would he ever tire of how beautiful she was?
“Can you always play crowned prince?” she asked sweetly as he finished another spin. He grasped her low back and hugged her close.
“Maybe.” He made it sound coy, but she held him in her hand; he would do anything she commanded. “What do I get in return?”
“You and your bargains.” She caressed the back of his neck, and he didn’t hide the shiver that ran down his spine. “I’ll think of something.”
Of course, he would always dance with her; the dances he’d refused early on in their relationship was one of his many regrets. He wouldn’t take anything for granted anymore. He continued to turn them around the ballroom he used to watch his parents dance across when he was young. Young, naïve, and with no ideas on how dark life would get or where he would end up.
The night had been uneventful for the first ball Ros had been to. He’d hoped for more stabbing than getting hounded by the creepy cousins, glaring at Belias, and hearing Duhne complain about how Ellea ruined his love life. He couldn’t help but watch her watching everyone else. She made her rounds like she was picking out targets. He knew she was up to something. She feigned watching Garm and Billy dance across the black marble, but he saw her eyes drift, watching some of Belias’ court and even Belias at times.
“What are you up to?” Ros whispered, covering it with a sip of his drink.
“A lot of things.” She didn’t even look back, but began running her hand up his thigh, grazing his cock.
He leaned back in his chair and marveled that the woman he cared about was trying to get handsy at his father’s table. Never in his fifteen-hundred years did he think this would happen. He glanced up to her, but noticed she was staring at Florence. The young demon gave Ellea a shallow nod and what looked like a hand signal, but he was quickly distracted as Ellea turned to him and began kissing along his neck.
“I think we need to call it a night,” she whispered in his ear.
“Do we?” he groaned.
She pulled back, smirking at him, and rubbed her palm across his cheek possessively.
“Yes. I’m feeling so very, very tired,” she crooned, tugging his hair at the base of his neck, cranking it back roughly to trail kisses up his heated skin. “I think we should head in for the night.”
Ellea bit into his throat, and he couldn’t help the growl that escaped. His cock twitching in his tight pants, he grasped her, fitting her on his lap so she would know exactly how she was affecting him.
“I’m happy to see you are getting along so well,” his father said behind him. “I may be a demon of lust, but please take this someplace else. I don’t trust you to not damage something or horrify someone.”
Ellea chuckled into Ros’ shoulder before sliding off of him. She kissed his father on the cheek and dragged Ros out of the room through one of the side doors. There was no hesitation as she attacked him, her mouth on his and her hands tugging at his clothes.
What had gotten into her?
She was pushing them in the opposite direction of their room as she ripped at the buttons on his vest and then his shirt.
“Ellea,” he growled, breaking away from her. “What are you doing?”
She didn’t answer, only dragged him into a shadowy alcove. He was trying to figure out how deep into the castle they’d fumbled, but Ellea slipped her hand into his pants, grasping his hardening cock. She scraped her nails along his sensitive skin, and Ros instantly bucked, red threatening the edge of his vision.
Ellea half yelped, half moaned as he pressed her up against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, refusing to let him go as she stroked him roughly. Her braid crown had fallen loose, and Ros wrapped the thick plait around his wrist, tugging her head to the side and dragging his sharp teeth along her skin.
“Someone is being a little—”
“Shush.” It was a hiss as she cranked her ear closer to the edge of their hiding place.
He looked at her in annoyed wonder. “Shush?” A growl left his throat as he pulled at her hair, yanking her head back.
Ellea didn’t budge; she listened to something as she slowly stroked him. Ros took a moment to come down from his lustful rage to listen, his hearing picking up what she had to struggle for.
“Are you prepared for the influx?” a snake-like voice asked someone he couldn’t see.
Belias.
