Twisting this way and that, I was so busy pretzeling myself to distraction, it took me a minute to realize he’d spoken. “What- Ah...” What was my name? “Uhm, what do you have?” Argh. I was having trouble thinking.
Segrid grinned as my brow puckered. Watching him, I wondered just where all the fight in me had gone. He’d startled me into it and just as fast right out of it. His scent though… Ugh. I’d nearly melted into a puddle of goo at the promise of some sexy times wafting towards me from the mountain of a male. I didn’t know what to think of that.
“Tea?” I blurted suddenly, because a hot cup of tea sounded wonderful right about now. Maybe it would calm my ass down. Noting two thick mugs near an array of tins, some I was familiar with, others not so much, I gestured at them as he turned, grabbed a kettle, and went to fill it with water at the pump. “Mint, black tea, rooibos, anything but green. Green gives me headaches, sometimes triggers a migraine for me.” My hand lifted, motioning towards my head, even though he couldn’t see it.
“My Queen likes her teas?” The Troll turned and glanced at me from over his shoulder. As if he could sense me eyeing the Vanilla Comoro, he nabbed up that tin, pulled out two tea bags, and dumped one each into the mugs he’d grabbed. Three more tea bags found their way into the kettle and he set it onto a round metal stand. Was it electric? Already, steam seeped from the spout.
Cupping the mugs’ handles, one in each hand, gripping them tight, he walked them over. My mouth opened to ask him about warming the tea when the contents of the cups started to steam.
Blinking, my eyes followed the mug closest to me as it steamed more and more.
“How?” I whispered, scooting forward as he stopped next to the chair nearest where I sat at and then bent his tall frame. One mug, he set down in front of the seat next to mine, the other, he scooted his large frame until he was reaching over me, practically in my face, to set it down in front of me.
His scent was crisp this close. One should not find the earthy scent, something like freshly tilled soil, so freaking irresistible. Dirt. Let’s just say it, Viv. You like a dirt reeking Troll-squatch.
My eyes nearly glazed over. I had to lift my hand and swipe it over my chin as my mouth began to water, just to make sure I hadn’t drooled. This just spread the liquid literally leaking from my palms onto the lower half of my face. The cool moisture did nothing to dampen this strange feeling building inside of me. Want, anticipation, need. Hunger, above all else, curled low in my belly.
“Earth magicks,” he rumbled out as he pulled back. His nostrils flexed, a silent action, as he straightened. As if he’d found something he liked, a deep rumble rattled his chest, rolling up his throat to rumble out. His nostrils flared wide, chest heaving as he sucked in a noisy lungful.
“I- Er… What?” I mumbled, right as purple eyes found mine. I trembled where I sat, frozen and wanting to move. That unerring gaze held me captive.
“My Queen?” he whispered softly, when I stared up at him, my eyes wide, lips parted, throat working. I was bad off and I knew it. I’d say the Troll did too.
My tongue darted out to swipe across my lips, yet another nervous habit of mine, almost tics, I did them so frequently. Troll eyes tracked the movement, that lust filled purple of before crowding his irises until nothing but a deep, dark plum shot through with flashes of lavender swirled around large, black pupils. With just a hint of silver and yellowing rimming them, his eyes were the perfect storm.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, right before I grabbed his face and went to jerk him down to me. I would have succeeded too, if he wasn’t so damn strong. My slippery palms clapped to his thick mug and gripped them rough things tight, but when I went to jerk his face down to mine, lifting up to meet him, my water drenched palms slid right off his face and I slammed back down to my seat. The seat clacked loudly as I was thrown back into it forcefully, a blinking Troll staring down at my wide eyed mug in stupefied fascination.
A wince left me, unbidden, as his hand lifted and he brushed it along the wetness soaking his cheek. His fingers rubbed as they pulled back, studying what they’d found. My face was aflame. It felt like it was on fire as heat rushed my cheeks.
“What secrets does my sunshine hold,” he breathed, that deep purple gaze going to his fingers. Bringing his thick digits to his nose, he gave them a sniff. When his tongue darted out to taste the tip of one of his fingers, I glanced down at my hands. At some point I’d shoved them into my lap self-consciously.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I blurted. “I was born this way. I don’t have any secrets worth keeping.” None that I was willing to tell. “I-”
A thick hand swooped into my field of vision, a fat finger pressing under my chin, forcing my head up. My lips trembled, along with the rest of me, as they met those odd, wild colored eyes. It was just the two of us, me and him. There was no need to put on any kind of act. He’d just see through it anyway. I felt so vulnerable with him, but not in a way that was currently frightening me.
“My sunshine hides nothing,” he crooned softly. “She is as beautiful, and unique, perhaps more so with her Mer peeking, than as this Ornthren bred had first laid eyes on her.”
“Mer?” I fumbled with the word.
“Mer, be thinking… Selkie or a Kelpie?” His chin dipped in a sharp nod. “Not much, but the scent, as your arousal grows, it becomes more apparent.”
My cheeks flushed at his blunt admission. He could smell my arousal? I’m part Selkie? What kind of Selkie Kelpie?!
“I don’t shift into anything,” I muttered under my breath, dropping my gaze self-consciously.
“Pity,” he replied easily, my gaze shooting back up to his to gape at him, “but then, you would look lovely in any form.” His smile was wide as he retrieved my hands and put them to his face. My palms were still moist but he didn’t seem to give a single crap about it. “I believe my water sprite of a Queen was wishing to acquire something?”
“Oh?” He could have said anything then and I would have agreed. I was drowning in him.
The deep rumble that rattled his chest, it almost felt like there was a question to it. “A kiss,” he started to say, as I blurted, “You.”
His grin was so wide it looked like it might split his face. Those odd smiles eating up his face were everything. “As my Queen has decreed,” he purred. His head dipped and he captured my lips with his. I was so taken, wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t even think, I acted.
My fingers tightened on his face and my tongue traced the seam of his lips. A moan left me as he groaned and opened for me.
Hell yes.
One taste of him and I was up and out of my seat, sliding my hands over the back of his head and lower to wrap my arms around his neck. “Segrid,” I gasped out against his thick lips as I pressed myself flush to him. I wanted at the hardness tenting the old fashioned breeches he favored. Wide hands cupped my ass, lifting me as I went to wrap my legs around his thick waist. One bump and grind against him, even with all our layers of clothes, while I tried to suck his tongue clean from his head, and I thought I might come right there.
