Page 52 of Glory Troll

“I hope you know I’ll be spending the eveningso fucking hardand starving for you, älskling,“ I whispered into his shoulder before kissing the place I’d bitten. “Gods, you look perfect wearing my mark.”

Shivers still racked Ollie’s body, and his legs seemed to fail him.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Hooking my arms under his knees, I lifted him up easily. “We need to be at the fall fair in half an hour, and you know how much Jerke loves punctuality.”

“How very German of him,” he muttered, grinning lazily before he kissed my cheek.

“Don’t let him hear that. He’s pretty particular about being Franconian. Just like Nikolai isn’t German, he’sBavarian. I suggest you don’t ask him to explain. I did, and I had to endure a twenty-minute rant about the ‘rest of Germany’.”

Ollie snorted. “I’ll try to remember. I might fall asleep at the table, or just spend the evening teasing you.”

Just wait until you see that I have to wear Lederhosen to the fair, älskling.

“Sounds like a plan, my love.”

Epilogue

Bo — four weeks later

My doorbell rang late on Friday evening. With a groan, I got up from the couch. Max, the new kid on our team, hadtriedto deflect a shot, and hit first my thigh, then my face with his stick. Both parts of me now sported deep blue bruises and hurt like a bitch.

When I limped to the front door and balanced on one leg to open for the pizza delivery guy, it was with the greatest difficulty that I didn’t topple over and landed on my ass.

“Good evening, Mr Persson. I hope this isn’t a bad time,” he said with a cheeky smirk before he took in my appearance andthe seductive smile died on his face. “Oh my God, darling, what happened to you?”

“Älskling?” I asked in a feeble voice, unsure if he was an apparition or not.Do I have a concussion? Or am I haemorrhaging?

“Surprise.” Ollie took a step nearer, wincing when he saw me in the hallway’s light lamp. Soft hands came up to my cheeks, palming them, and I suppressed a sigh when he got on tiptoes to be even closer.

“I love you,” I blurted out. If this was indeed a sign of my brain giving out on me, the last thing I wanted to do was tell him how I felt about him.

He stopped his scrutiny, huffed, before pressing a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you, too. Let’s get you back inside. You need rest, and a nurse. Good thing I’m here.”

“Whyareyou here?” I asked once I was half stretched out on the couch with him hovering over me, surprised when he blushed.

“Were you hungry for me, älskling?” It wasn’t as if I could do anything about it right now. Well, I supposed I could lie down and let him use me to quell his hunger.Gods. The mere idea made my cock thicken in my pants.

“Always.” Leaning down, he pecked me again on the lips, an adoring smile on his face. “But I didn’t come here just to sleep with you, darling. I—” He broke off, took a deep breath, and went on. “I’ve come to stay. If you want me to, I mean, I can always go back…”

The rest of his sentence came out as a muffled mumbling, because I dragged him down on my body and devoured his mouth.

“Are you serious?” Unable to keep the tears at bay, I stared up at him.

Please don’t let this be a joke.

“Yeah, I am. Noah took over my job at LFD. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I thought I’d probably find a job here. If not, I’ll just be your trophy husband. Bo!” Ollie gasped when I turned us around on the couch, ignoring my aching body.

“Did you mean that?”

“What?” He looked flushed and flustered, hips subtly bucking up to rub himself on my hard cock.

“That you will be my husband,” I rasped, so close to losing my shit.

“Well, yeah. Unless you don’t want to—”

He broke off again, looking up at me with concern as I burst into tears. Hiding my face at his neck, I cried until I got a grip on myself.

“Darling, it’s okay if you don’t want…”

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