“King Segrid. A Prince named Albert had nothing to do with piercing my cock head with a mating ring,” I said with a fierce frown down at my erect appendage.
My sunshine chortled, then blessed me with one of her rare giggles.
“You do not like it?” I said after a long span of time where she just stared, an odd look on her face.
“What? No! I love it.” Kneeling before me, her hands slid up my thighs, her nails, going to claws, gently raking down my flesh. A rumble bubbled up my chest and out as my skin pebbled. “Who pierced it for you?” she paused to ask, a hint of something dark sending her eyes narrowing.
“Theseus,” I admitted. “It is an Ogre mating rite, usually performed by one’s closest bond brother. I have chosen him as such, and he accepted the honor.”
“Oh, okay.” Her expression cleared and her hands ventured farther up. One hand cupped my balls while the other attempted to circle my shaft near its base.
“You find my choice of honored brother acceptable?” I murmured, sweat starting to bead my brow as she began her sweet torment. I’d expected as much from my beloved. She was a generous lover. My toes curled, pressing into the floor. How I burned for her.
“I’m cool with Theseus.” I felt her hot breath whisper across my shaft, her lips so close to where I wished them. Her little tongue darted out to wet her pretty little mouth. “Who is to do my piercings? There are more rings in your hand.”
“Me,” I growled out hoarsely.
“Where?” she murmured, her tongue darting out to taste the head of my cock. A sharp hiss left me, followed by a long groan as her talented mouth enveloped the tip of me. She paused when I didn’t answer.
“Your breasts,” I got out gutturally, “your septum, and wherever else, however many rings you should wish to adorn your beautiful body with my- Ung!”
Her hot little mouth worked the head of my shaft, her small hands working my length, expertly torturing me, bringing me to the brink, until I could take it no more and pinned my female down onto the bed, sliding into her sweet heat to ride her to our joined completion.
“I love you,” she cried out as she splintered.
“And I you, my Queen,” I growled out back as I went over with her. Queen of her Ornthren’s heart.
MINE. Forever. Always.
Chapter 13
Vivienne
Thinking of the Troll made everything better. Large purple eyes and a riot of deeply red locks came to mind and I smiled in the darkness. Strange, large, purplish freckled spots dotting wide shoulders and a sexy upper back. I enjoyed tracing his runes and sparkle spots, as I thought of them, as he dozed off. His light grey skin made the purplish patches pop. While his father was covered in fat runes, the patterns on my Troll King were unique only to him.
Lying there in his arms, nothing mattered. There, I hadn’t a care in the world.
I knew the moment I was sleeping.
My dreams were mine now, yet I didn’t exactly dream anymore.
A small fleck of magick sparked, the sound of someone clearing their throat sending alarm shooting through me.
“Fear not,” my mate whispered, and then he was there, cupping my elbows, purple gems for eyes glowing bright, guiding me.
My eyes widened as the sky flickered, a fat moon sparking on like someone had flipped the switch for it, a thousand diamond twinkling stars following. My male stood before me in a suit, cummerbund, coat tails and all. “What’s all this?” A smile slowly tipped my lips as I grabbed at the lapels of his jacket and jerked him to me. “What’s with the penguin suit, baby?” I teased.
“Our new favorite dream come to life,” he rumbled out, lifting my left hand to kiss the fat tigereye looking rock adorning my finger.
“A swamp diamond, for my most treasured gem,” he murmured huskily.
Swamp diamonds worked as a ward, as well as being beautiful to look at. Delicate leaves hugged the stone into its setting, tiny little glittery blue stones I knew to be called witch’s eyes accenting the piece, the band silver, shaped like branches encircling my finger.
“Our wedding,” I blurted, my eyes widening as I glanced down and found a bell of a skirt swishing with me as he began to gently rock us from side to side. My runes glowed, shown off with my sleeveless gown. Purple trimmed the top, the soft mock corset piece laced in the back with the same color, the train glittering with purple sparklies the same as his eyes, the rest of my dream gown white. Tugging at his cummerbund, the same beguiling purple, someone plucking at the intro to Forest Blakk’s If You Love Her on an acoustic guitar growing louder, I wrapped my arms around my male, our noses bussing, nose rings bumping, and kissed him with a happy laugh.
“Is this not perfection?” he asked with a grin.
“This is… everything.” My smile was bright as my eyes began to sting. Reaching up, I messed up the tamed, slicked back ‘do he’d wrangled his wild mane into. “Now it’s perfect,” I told him, to his boisterous, happy belly laughter.
