Page 8 of Troll Charming

Oops, I realize I have been gripping him tighter and tighter and beginning to rub at his length.

God, my mind won’t stop.I imagine putting the tip in my mouth, licking it, sucking it. As it grows even harder under my fingertips, I struggle to get my hand around it. His breath comes faster.

My attempt to prop myself up has been a failure, but Red is already bringing his hands under me, slowly pulling me to him. I want him to kiss me again. I need his hands on my breasts. It feels so good being this close. I tingle inside as my pussy grows even wetter.

God, I have no idea what is happening, but I want you,I think.Please.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I can’t see anything. I only sense him growing immediately stiff. The rest of his body, that is, as he bolts from the bed. I am almost thrown from the bed when he gets off and the springs recoil. He swears under his breath.

“Don’t make a sound!” he says to me just before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

Even through the door, I can hear another round of someone, or something, beating on the door. God, that’s loud.

I hear muffled expletives as well.

Why do I have the sinking feeling I am about to go from the proverbial frying pan right into the fire?

CHAPTER 6

I’m in deep trouble.

And not just because I have a beautiful, barely-clothed human woman in my bed whom I’ve decided is my fated mate. No, the real trouble, or at least the immediate threat, is currently pounding on my front door.

“Red! Open up!” Troth’s gruff voice bellows. “We need to talk about that intruder!”

Panic grips me as I peek once more into the bedroom to glance at her prone form on the bed. I hastily pull the blanket up to cover her more fully.

“Don’t make a sound,” I whisper urgently before rushing to answer the door.

I crack it open just enough to look out at Troth’s massive ogre form looming on my doorstep. “Hey there, friend. What brings you by at this late hour?”

Troth’s bushy eyebrows furrow. “Don’t play coy with me, Red. Word’s spreading about a human breaching our borders. You were sent to deal with it. So? How’d it go?”

I force what I hope is a casual chuckle. “Oh, that? All taken care of. Nothing to worry about.”

“Really?” Troth crosses his massive arms, clearly skeptical. “Because I heard you carried something back here. Something human-sized.”

Damn.

News travels fast in this village. I need to think quick.

“Oh, that was just… uh… some firewood. Yep, big bundle of firewood. Heavy stuff.”

Troth’s frown deepens. “Firewood. In the middle of summer.”

“Well, you know what they say—be prepared!” I cringe internally at how fake my cheeriness sounds.

“Uh-huh.” Troth doesn’t look convinced. He leans in closer, sniffing the air. “Say, what’s that smell? Smells like… human.”

My heart pounds. “What? No, that’s just… leftover stew. From the other day. Very pungent stuff.”

“So you made her into a stew. It that what you are saying?”

“No, what… I…” I stammer. Now he is just messing with me.

“Red.” Troth fixes me with a hard stare. “What’s really going on here?”

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