“Then you may claim me,” I announced, and proceeded to reach behind me one handedly and open the driver’s side door. With my other hand keeping her pinned in place, I dragged her along with me, clinging to me like one of those sweet little lemur monkeys my mistress, Lady Katarina, had liked to watch on the documentaries on the planets of animals on the television during her cubs’ gestation.
“Oomph. What are you- Oi, Troll-squatch, what are you- Why are we-”
“I believe my lady has issued a challenge. My Queen wished to be fed, fucked, and catch forty winks.”
“Forty winks?” She spluttered, incredulous. A snort of laughter left her. Soon, she was glowing with humor, despite her sour look.
“Aye,” I said simply, stepping out of my van to hoist her out along with me. Setting her on her feet, briefly, I adjusted my hold, grinning down at her, offered her one last kiss to tide us both over, and then lifted her back up to chuck her over my shoulder.
My Queen began shrieking at this point, where she then began to pound on my back. My grin was so wide it hurt my face. She pretended affront for all the world to see, but her arousal had me nearly stumbling up the walk, the scent of it was so thick. A deep, happy rumble left me. The fight in her—my skin pebbled with goosed flesh and the noise in my chest only grew louder. For good measure, I gave her a playful jostling that had her slapping at me loudly. I relished each and every stinging smack. I’d heard of the other males joking of things, of spankings, but hadn’t thought much of it. Now, though… Would my Queen be averse to smacking her King’s arse, I wondered.
Eh, another time.
Have ease, I cautioned myself. All good things will come ‘round in time.
My lady of the sunshine would feast with me, we would partake of a partial ceremony, enough to satisfy both of our requirements without leaving the other in the wind, and I would get to lay my head, if only briefly, next to my wild tempered temptress. My body grew taut just thinking about it and I picked up my pace. I could barely wait. Intentionally leaving the van in the drive and the keys inside, I knew I was not aiding myself any, but it was ingrained in me. The need to please my Queen ruled all.
“Hey! Watch it there, Treasure Troll! I’m flappin’ the frick around here!” My sweet faced, foul mouthed female scolded.
My hand clamped down on her ass and gave one of the generous cheeks a firm squeeze.
She squeaked. I laughed.
Reaching back behind me, her hand cracked down on my backside hard. A grunt left me and my cock jerked. My lady, oblivious to my reaction, snarled at what she perceived as an ineffective tactic.
Her growl was music to my ears.
My hand lifted to come smacking down on her with much less force than she had graced mine, and she squealed as her cheeks clenched. The heady scent of her sudden arousal, even thicker on the air than before, had a deep rumble rattling my chest. I was near to drooling at the scent of her, and so close.
MINE.
Chapter 3
Vivienne
He was mad. Absolutely and utterly bonkers. I could only sit there dangling over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ass stinging, body lit up, as he basically chortle-purred to himself and toted me along.
I wasn’t sure what I’d expected as he opened his front door and stepped inside, leaving me to glimpse peeks in between my not so subtle goggling at a bubble bun-ed butt that looked like it was made of granite. I’d smacked them boulders, and was ready to do it again. Did he come by that biteable ass naturally or was he one to partake of Trollish cardio? Squats? One of those booty buster vids? I knew where the treasure was on this bootilicious Other. The idea of teasing him about this flitted through my mind, but then I realized he’d know I was checking him out and I’d tip my hand. I wanted to play this cool. I couldn’t let on how much I was into him, then he’dknow!
I promised myself I’d never give anyone else that kind of power over me, even if by a small increment, ever again. I’d fallen forhischarms once, if very briefly, but I hadn’t known—he’dcome to me like a dream, on a dream, and I’d thought him one until he’d become a nightmare—and lived to regret it. The need to be near my Troll, the instant attraction, like freaking magnets snapping together, or some crap, terrified me. But thinking about going back to the house alone had me shivering, almost shuddering. I’d be vulnerable, unprotected.Hemight come, and then what? A chill crept up my spine.
“You are quiet,” Segrid commented, setting me down just inside the door as if to offer me the chance to escape. Striding deeper into his small but cozy dwelling, he left me to my own frenetic thoughts.
The place looked more akin to a fairy’s house than a Troll’s digs. Not that I knew all that much about Trolls… I could feel it, the magick imbued in the place. I’d never told anyone, not even my parents, but I could sense inherent magicks. It had come in handy a time or two, made it easy to tell Other from Human, but I had to wonder why. Was this the legacy left to me by Para inherited genetics? Segrid had told me his father was strong with cursed magicks, and that Segrid was not near as strong as him. The hairs on my nape stood on end simply being in the Troll’s presence. Considering the waves of magic rolling off of him, practically tasting it thick on my tongue, I could barely fathom the idea of meeting his father if his sire’s were greater.
Whoa. Where did that come from? I’m thinking about meeting his parents? Notifbut as inwhen?! Gah. I just met this male!
And yet…
As if to distract myself, my eyes roved. Hardwood floors—cleanhardwood floors—a log-cabin-like look about the place. Where were the bears and bowls of porridge, the threes of everything? The idea tickled my funny bone.
I’d had some odd mini fantasies of the underground tunnels, Phantom of the Opera sort when it came to Seg, not cozy in the woods, Martha Stewart meets Tinkerbell with a dash of Davy Crockett spliced with Swiss Family Robinson.
Segrid busied himself, closing the door, moving about the room. Pulling out a chair for me, he motioned with one hand that I could take the proffered seat, the other gripping the back of the heavy wood chair. It was kind of… really polite?
As if he’d done some gallant thing, my heart began beating hard in my breast. It had been doing that a lot since I’d met him. Was I really so taken in by his manners? I kept thinking of him in terms of a knight or a prince. An easily amused one that was a lil slim in the good looks by modern beauty standards department. But a prince to me, all the same.
Maybe. Kinda. Yep.
