Page 31 of Sky and the Grumpy Troll

“I am aware of that.”

“It’s adorable on a big, strong troll like you.” His fingers slid lower, finding the dip of my belly button, and he followed it with kisses over the muscles of my stomach.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I am not adorable.”

“You are. You could flip me onto this bedroll and fuck me right here.” He kissed my hip, going everywhere but my cock like it was a game to make me growl. “But, instead, you’re going out of your mind with need while letting me play.”

“You told me to lie down, so I’m—oh, okay, right there is nice. Kiss me more right there, please.”

He smiled against my skin. “You’re so fucking sweet and sexy,” he murmured, stopping to nip at my stomach, his teeth scraping in the most perfect way. I clenched my fists at my side, fighting for control. “And I want to take you apart.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “I vote yes to that plan.”

His hand skimmed over the tight muscles of my arm. “Mm, what are you holding back, Moerrven? What are you stopping yourself from doing, big guy?”

“I want—” I blew out a breath. “I want to let you have your way with me.”

That earned me a rough chuckle. “Have my way with you? And you say you’re not cute.”

“Is that not what you want?”

He lifted his chin enough to meet my eyes. “This is exactly what I want. Me in charge, you undone beneath me, begging for things you could just take with brute strength.”

“Oh, I would never!”

“It’s the idea. Someone so damn big and strong completely at my mercy.” He blew gently on my cock and balls, and I squirmed, wishing his lips would just go ahead and touch me already. “I want to fuck you until there’s nothing in that busy mind of yours but need. Need to drink my cum, need to serve, to hear me call you a good boy. And then when you’re all wrung out, mindless and desperate, I’m going to suck your brains out via your dick.”

Nobody had spoken to me in such a filthy way: not Bryndala, who had been tender and soft, not anyone in the years since, because there had been no one.

“My brains can’t come out that way. That’s impossible.”

He burst out laughing, dropping his forehead against my stomach. “I’m willing to try.”

“It was a metaphor, wasn’t it?”

He didn’t answer, instead choosing to return to making me beg, a task I feared he was quite perfectly suited for. He knew exactly where I needed him, and seemed quite determined to never fully touch it.

“Please, Sky. I need you.”

“Need me where?”

I huffed out a breath. “On my cock, obviously. Do the brain-suck thing. You’ve tortured me plenty.”

“It’s been five minutes.”

“It’s been several days. Since I met you on the bridge.”

He smiled, planting kisses on the skin just beside the base of my cock, moving so close that his breath feathered over me. “This is the prettiest part of you. You really are proportional to your size. And I want to use it in every filthy way I can think of.”

“Sky—”

“Shh.” He let his lips graze against my cock, and I dug my fingernails into my palms. “I’m going to have so much fun with this as my toy.”

He wrapped his fingers around the base of my shaft, and a curse slipped from my lips.

“I’ve been thinking about this, too.” He kissed a path down my shaft, giving it little swipes with his tongue. “In the bathtub, in that bed in Sorrend, on your lap while I’m reading to you. This big, fat troll cock has been in every fantasy I’ve had since we met.”

He licked me, one slow, broad stroke from base to tip, and my hips bucked off the bedroll, my hands fisted in the blanket, and I was glad we were all alone in the wilderness, where no one could hear us.