A soft chuckle left me, unbidden. “Glorious,” I deadpanned.
A soft hum of agreement left him, making me laugh harder.
“Seg…?”
“Yes, my flower?”
“Sunshine.” I blinked and my face scrunched up, nose wrinkling. “Queen, beloved, sunshine. I can do those. A gal could handle those. Thoughts of clobbering you for cooing them at me don’t suddenly fill me,” I admitted.
“Then that is what I shall call you, my heart,” he agreed.
I liked the my heart stuff too. Leaning in, impulsively, I murmured softly, “Queen Boss Bitch,” and then smacked my lips to his.
Segrid kissed me back, but his belly shook with muffled, throaty laughter. Eventually, he had to pull back so he didn’t chortle in my face.
Grinning as I gave him some space, my smile fell as I spotted the blood on his mouth. My fang must have- And then I remembered. My fangs! My tail thrashed noisily behind me as dismay filled me. Crap. I was a- And he saw- And I-
“Your King stands corrected.” Segrid brought me back against him roughly, taking my lips in a hungry kiss that left me squirming against him. “My Enchantress. My Kelpie-Kelpy,like those of old in the times before the Banishing, Queen, siphon of my heart, I say it, I stand corrected. You are magnificent.”
Stilling at his words, I relaxed a little. “Enchantress? Kelpie-Kelpy? Does saying it twice make it different?”
“Aye.” His accent was back, thickening. Ugh, I kinda really liked it. I mean, I really, really kinda liked it. A whole lot. It turned me on. And I was so digging the beard fuzz he was now sporting. Mountain of a sparkly, bearded, rough but loving, humongously hung Troll god that thought I was his everything? We were totally living in my fantasy dreamland right now. Mama didn’t just like, she loved.
My knee brushed his leg as we both kicked our legs to keep afloat. Wriggling to separate us, I gave what lay beneath the murky waters a good gander. MINE.
“It is yours, and only yours, my Queen,” he assured me.
My head slowly lifted, hand flattening on his chest to slide down his belly. “Are you reading my mind, handsome?” Lips quirking, my eyebrows lifted and I waggled them at him.
“Trolls are many things.” Purple eyes searched mine. “You would be the first to announce my kind as such.” As handsome, he meant. Well, he was. He was so much more than that to me.
My hand paused, circling his belly button, his belly sucking in sharply with the action for my fingers to trail lower. Trailing my fingers through the thick curls that led to what I really wanted, I slowly slid my fingers over the base of him.
My treasured Troll grunted when I gave him a squeeze but made no move to dislodge me. Leaning in, I nipped his chin. “But you can read my thoughts, though, right?”
“You are not so hard to read,” he assured me.
“No one’s ever thought I was some bit of sunshine.” My hand began to work his length. My free hand slid up his pecs, finding a nipple to trap it, clamping it between my fingers. The noise he made and the shudder that left him was everything. “I suppose there’s a first time for everything because, handsome, you are a total mind reader if you are telling me this moose dick is all mine. And I happen to thinkthisfine specimen,” I pumped his cock a little harder, “is downright gorgeous.”
“Claim it,” he rumbled out. His hand went to the back of my head, cupping it, and his head dipped to meet mine. “All that I am is yours, my heart-”
His words were cut off as I nipped at his lip and sucked it into my mouth. The blood on my tongue should horrify me. I should be pulling back and trying to get away. I hadn’t forgotten what had happened earlier. But right now, I wanted him so bad it physically hurt.
Just once, I kept telling myself. This was our shared dream, was it not? My fantasy come to life.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I mumbled as I slid my hand on his chest up his shoulder to hook my arm around the back of his neck, and hitch myself, hoisting my arse where I wanted to be. Hooking a leg over a thick hip, the hand that still had a grip on his raging erection lined us up. He was so unbelievably hard and thick I should be worried. I lost all sense when it came to him.
“Claim me, my Queen,” he groaned out as I began to mount him. “Say the words and I am yours, always.” Clutching me, a hand cupped my ass, kneading the pliant flesh, while the other gripped my neck, thick fingers massaging the spot.
His skin was hot. It did nothing to ease my entry as I began to work myself down on him. My body was slightly different shifted like this, the lips to my sex a pursed bunch of skin forming a seam, housing my sex, but I had little doubt it didn’t work the same way.
I felt like he was branding me from the inside out as my channel clenched around him. It wasn’t so easy without him offering assistance. His head dipped and he buried his face in my nape. Laving the teeth marks souvenir I’d garnered from our last interlude, he torture teased the sensitive spot. It sent warm tingles shivering down my spine, and further then. Pleasure began to curl in my belly. I loved the build up. I’d love it even more if my body would quit resisting taking on this beast.
Pushing past the point it started to burn, I had to concede I was possibly too tense to relax and let our bodies really get to it.
Segrid began kissing his way up my neck, until he was doing this thing with his teeth and tongue that had my heart pounding and my body melting into him.
“Ease, my beloved. I am large and you are unbelievably tight,” he murmured as his nose nuzzled the spot he’d just been making love to with his mouth. The hand at my ass urged me to rock on that cock, dipping my hips forward to rock them back.
