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Another persistent knock banged through the house. “I’m fucking coming!” she couldn’t help but yell. A blush crept up her neck. How embarrassing. But whoever was on the other side wouldn’t know what they’d just interrupted. “Almost, but not quite yet.” The voice that called from the other side of the door was gruff and sounded amused.
Cheese and rice, put that thing away! What the Hel, boy? the hound yelled in Ros’ head. He quickly turned and trotted toward anywhere that wouldn’t have a boner in his face. “Sorry, mutt! Just a little morning wood,” he said to his familiar’s back. That thing is not little, and that is way more than morning wood. Get your shit together, Garm shouted.
She continued to hold his gaze before turning on her heel, walking away. She stopped at the door frame and looked back at him. He sat there, unable to speak, and she took one last look at him before saying, “You can let yourself out.” And she left him there. Panting, spent, and utterly confused.
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. “And I smell like Ellea because
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“Don’t even give me grief, princeling.” Sam said to Ros. “I’ve had to be around your boner for the past month. Let me kiss my boyfriend in peace.” “A boner?” Devon’s hiss was teasing. “Can the old man still get it up?” he said with mock shock as he left Sam’s side and walked up to Ros. “Welcome home, Devon,”
“I want you to do everything you promised,” she said in a voice full of lust. “I want to fuck you and to do what I want. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to spank me, punish me, and show me what ‘more’ is.” His knees almost buckled at that statement, but he held strong and took a steady step toward her. He bent and let his breath caress her ear. “What do you want right now, princess?”
Talk? They talked already. Why was now any different from the times when she was screaming in his head about how nice his ass was? “Rosier, don’t make it weird,” Billy said to him. “Get out of my head,” he scolded. “And since when do you use that name? It’s always been ‘hunk’ or ‘fine piece of ass.’”
“I sat here and listened to you moan around your fork,” he said, leaning in to run his nose across her flushed cheek. “If you don’t get your ass on that table and give me my dessert…” “You’ll what?” “Oh, princess…” He chuckled softly and leaned into her one more time. He breathed against her neck, and a shiver ran down her body. “You’re going to end up on that table whether I throw you on it or you get up there on your own like a good girl.”

