Page 18 of Glory Troll

“Oh God, fuck. Do you feel this, too? Bo?” Ollie’s voice was hoarse, low, and strained, as if he was holding on by a thread.

“I feel it. I feel everything,” I growled into his skin, rubbing my nose all over his shoulder to give him more of the mating hormones, making it easier for him to bear.

We got lost in each other, lost in time and space, bathed in the fireflies’ green glow. Sweat was dripping from our bodies, drenching the forest floor, as did our combined release as we came over and over again, grunting and snarling like wild animals. Holding each other through it.

It took over two hours for the effects to wear off. Two hours in which I lost count of how often I climaxed. It should have been physically impossible that there was any cum left in me—or him—but when had Troll magic ever abided by any law of men?

I had his back plastered to my chest, my hand wrapped around his throat, the other jerking his still hard cock.

“Give me one more. Just one more, Ollie,” I grunted, skin slapping on skin. My conscious mind knew my dick would be sore tomorrow, but the Troll did not care.

“Bo, I don’t know if I can,” he gasped, shuddering in my grasp, his animalistic moans echoing around the clearing.

“I know you can. You’ve been so good for me, baby. Just one more before we’ll get you cleaned up.” I spit into my palm, went back and jacked his dick faster.

It was a little painful, but it hurt so fucking good.

He came with a relieved sigh, knowing it was over, but—I was so sure of it—having loved every second.

I followed him over the edge, free falling until we hit the soft moss, and I curled my body around his, keeping him warm and safe in my arms.

My mate.

Eleven

Ollie

There was hardly any place on the estate Bo and I hadn’t used to snog, make out, or sleep with each other.Except for my apartment.

Somehow, this last border was one I wasn’t yet willing to cross. He knew where I lived, I’d told him, but letting him in? That was different.

Their stay was about halfway over, and it was surprisingly great to have guests staying for that long. We usually only got people for a couple of days, so we all hadn’t been sure if it would work, but it did.

Clara, Ariah, and SweetPea served three healthy, protein-packed meals a day, and Maddie had set up yoga lessons with my brother, while Lewis had made an entire batch of isotonic alcohol free beer so they could enjoy his art of brewing without getting wasted every night. Not that all of them objected to getting drunk.

Speaking of my brother, I had something I needed to ask him, and I knew he was probably in the yoga room setting up his lesson.

I entered the room slightly preoccupied and stopped dead, gaping at twenty-five sweaty hunks in downward dog position.

Noah’s eyes turned to me, narrowing with the silent question of what the fuck I was thinking about interrupting his lesson.

“Sorry,” I mouthed, but stayed rooted to the spot, my eyes closing in on my gorgeous Troll.

Who’s the hunkiest of them all?

He was shirtless, bulging muscles covered in gleaming green skin, a sheen of wetness glinting in the morning sun. Sweat dripped from his beard and the tips of his tied up hair.

Good lord.

“Ollie!” Noah hissed from right next to me, urging me back out of the room. “What’s up? We have twenty minutes left.” My brother checked his watch, then shot me an evil grin. “I can’t wait to have them endure ten minutes of savasana.”

“It’s, uh, I…” Why on earth was I even here? All my conscious thoughts had evaporated at the sight of half-naked Bo in loose fitting shorts. “I…oh yeah. Sorry, I thought your lesson didn’t start for another half hour. Are you staying for the goodbye party? I’d like to fix the seating situation.” We still had ten days to go, but I liked to be prepared. And the more I got done now, the more time I could spend saying goodbye to Bo. As much as I dreaded it.

“Yeah, I am. That’s all?”

I nodded hastily, sneaking another glance at Bo over my brother’s shoulder and found him watching me from under his arm. “See you later. Sorry for bursting in.”

“Right, take a deep breath in,” Noah addressed the room of groaning men at large in his deep, calm yoga instructor voice and strode back to his mat, “and we transition to child pose to rest for a moment.”

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