“You’ve gone mad!” he sputtered, like I was the injuring party. “What are you... Are you shifting?! You can’t shift! What is... th-th-thaaaat?!”
How dare he! “Just shut up and drink me so I can make you explode!” I snarled, seething, dripping water all over him as my flesh moistened.
“What?!” he squawked, his voice nearly a squeak.
“You heard me, you stinking, ugly, rotting corpse! I’m going to kill you!”
“You’re absolutely mad! That stupid Troll has fried your tiny Human brain!”
“Don’t talk about him!” My hand lifted, slapping across his cheek. His face whipped to the side as my hand made contact and he jerked. “You don’t get to say one damn word about him!” My hand made contact again as I hauled off and backhanded him, the back of my hand landing with a wet, deafening crack. His thin skin, pulled tight across his deathly pale cheeks, split with the force of it. Dark blood oozed. “I hate you! I am not yours! I was never yours! I hate you! I hate you!!!”
My screams grew so loud the Vampire below me’s eyes bugged, then rolled up into his head. Convulsing beneath me as the walls echoed with the booming sound I couldn’t bring myself to stop, his ears began to bleed. The vessels in his body bulged. I wanted him to explode so bad I could picture bits of him dressing my walls.
“My Vivienne.” Strong arms scooped me up, lifting me up to jerk me to my feet, and then I was being pressed into a wide chest, surrounded by that musky, earthy scent.
The second my mate had me cradled in his arms and I knew we were safe, did I begin to shake, then sob.
“He said- He was going to- He said he was going to kill you!” I burst out.
“Shhh. It is alright. You have done well, my heart.”
A sharp gasp behind me had me screaming and jerking to wrap my arms around my Troll and throw us out of the way. Landing behind the couch as I heardhimhop up, a snarl onhislips, and take off, scrambling for the back door, I waited until I heard him slamming out the back screen door, ignoring the way my Troll squirmed beneath me, my hand over his mouth because I didn't even know why, I’d just done it, I glanced down to meet a set of amused, large purple eyes.
“This is not near the time,” he rumbled in that deep voice of his, “but I find myself seduced, yet again, by my beloved.”
“Really not the time, baby,” I muttered, sitting up to straddle his thick waist, scowling down at him.
Turning, his hands going to my thighs to hold me in place, he glanced up near the back door, shouting, “You have the rotter, hell doggy?”
“Yeah, I got him, Treasure Troll,” this hell doggy confirmed.
A happy rumble left my King as his eyes met mine. Shifting me to plant one on me and sit up, he murmured against my lips, “I am loving you so dearly, Queen of my heart. My wild female with her breasts swinging freely, so protective of her male, a fierceness that makes my chest thunder and my cock ache. My Kelpy Queen.”
“Shh. Or I’ll fuck you right here behind the sofa, sweet talker, you,” I mumbled against his lips right back. “You’re so damned sexy when you-”
“Please don’t,” the disembodied voice of the hell doggy muttered from out back, making me chuckle and pull back, exasperation thick in his voice.
“Hah! You would be wishing, hellish one!” Segrid called to him. Lower, he nuzzled my face, his thick fingers smoothing up my back. “We will dress you, face your fears together, and then I shall take you home so you may fuck me.”
“I can still hear you!” hell doggy called.
“Satan save you all,” a much lower voice hissed, “so can I. Just kill me now, Berserker, put me out of my misery.”
“Shut the fuck up, leech. I give you permission to speak?” hell dog guy, Berserker, whatever he is, said on a hiss.
A grunt, a crunch, and then a groan rent the air.
“I like him,” I whispered, pointing off toward the back door.
“We will invite him to our dream wedding,” Segrid assured me.
“Dream wedding?” I murmured, pulling back to stare into my male’s shimmery gems for eyes.
“Is that not what you wish for, in your wildest dreamings?” he fairly purred.
“Oh, you are good, Troll-squatch, you intrusive, lovely, pushy beast,” I whispered sweetly, sifting my fingers through his odd, cotton candy like hair. It was like petting a cloud.
“I can smell you, too!” hell dog guy called. “Come on, man. I got other shit to do than babysit a living corpse all day!”
