Page 82 of Tricky Princess

“I would.” He nipped at her ear and pulled away. “Are you going to stop me, Ellea?”

Ellea. So much wicked promise came when he used her name. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t swallow, as heat crept up her neck. He knew all too well what he was doing, especially when he flashed another grin at the server who filled their glasses with water.

“Can we have five minutes to look over the menu, please?” Ros asked.

He nodded and walked away.

“You can’t wait until dessert?”

Ros gripped her thigh under the table, bringing it to rest on top of his leg.

“No.” One simple word had her dripping in the booth. And when he wrapped his arm around her, she was a goner. He was serious.

Anyone around them would think they were a young couple cuddling in their booth. Ellea watched Ros sip his water. With both hands in view, no one would know that his shadows were circling her ankles to keep her wide open.

“I want you to come in this booth before the server gets back, so those males over there have to sit through their entire meal knowing that I’m the one in control of your pleasure. That I alone get to coax those pretty little sounds from your lips.”

“Ros,” she whispered as he kissed her neck and caressed her face.

“Yes?”

Evil, evil demon boyfriend. She should have known to go home, but a petty part of her had wanted to parade him around the town that had given her so many mean glances her whole life.

“You’re hori—” She couldn’t finish the sentence as his shadows caressed her sex.

“Gods, you’re wet.” He kissed her lightly, groaning as he tugged on her bottom lip.

“You can feel what they feel?” She could barely get the words out as they teased and stroked. All the pent up energy from the council meeting and then running into her exes had turned into leg-shaking lust.

“Of course,” he said sweetly. “I can feel how hot and drenched you are, how you’re already pulsing around them.”

Ellea tried curling in on herself, but Ros held her up with his arm still wrapped around her. One shadow circled her clit while another swept in and out of her center. A low moan escaped her, and the sound of silverware being dropped came from her left, where the boys sat.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, tugging her braid to stop her from ducking her face. “Let them hear you.”

“Fuck,” she hissed as the shadows sped up.

“You have about one minute,” he said.

She craned her neck, following his gaze to where their server was clearing a nearby table.

“Ros,” she groaned, looking up into his dark eyes before her eyes rolled as she stretched around the shadows, the pressure building as her legs shook.

“That’s it, take all of it,” he groaned against her lips, kissing her lightly. “I can feel your tight pussy; you’re so close, so wet. I only wish I could have a taste.”

She moaned again, and the sound of breaking glass came from the boys’ table. Ellea glimpsed the server heading over to help clean up the mess from under her lashes.

“Looks like you bought yourself another minute.” His husky laugh sent shivers down her body, and when he kissed her neck, she begged her powers not to make her a sparking mess in the middle of a restaurant.

She was so close. How was she going to do this? Glancing around, she saw no one was paying her any attention. Besides Ros, there were only three pairs of eyes on her. She chanced a peek to see Luke and Aiden were smirking. Isaac looked like he wanted to flip the table.

“Eyes on me,” Ros said, gripping her chin. “I want to see the look on your face when you try to hide that pretty sound you make when you come.”

She whimpered at his command but held his stare. Her ears rang as a sound of more breaking glass sounded from her left. Her orgasm crested and fell rapidly, and there was no way to suppress the moan that bubbled in her chest. Ros saved her and swallowed the sound with a rough kiss.

He held her up as she shook and whimpered, his shadows slowing their rhythm until they uncurled from her ankles and knees. She slumped back against the booth, a panting mess.

Ros kissed her hot cheek once and handed her a glass of water. “Good girl.”