Page 28 of Glory Troll

“It’s… Trolls have a thing in our nose.” He was decidedly not looking at me but kept his eyes on the ceiling.

“Athing?”

“I don’t know the word in English. It makes hormones?”

“A gland,” I said, snuggling up to him, and trying to ignore that the change of position made his cum leave my body.

He hummed, pulling me in, and a part of me loved our mutual need to get even closer to the other. Yes,thatpart of me loved it, too.

“That gland—a strange word—makes…mating hormones.”

My head snapped up so fast, I swore I cricked my neck, and just in time to see Bo blush beautifully.

“Gosh, you’re cute.” Grinning, I kissed his dark green nipple, my cock hardening even more when it tightened under my lips.

“It just makes it easier for you,” he muttered. “To take me, you know? And makes it feel better. It doesn’t make you fall—” My huge hunk broke off abruptly, his cheeks now a dark crimson colour.

“Nope, I don’t think you need a gland for that. But as far as your mating hormones go…give them all to me, darling,” I added in a low, seductive voice.

“Can I ask you something?” he mumbled into my skin when we lay in each other’s arms afterwards, and he trailed his fingertips up and down the curve of my spine.

“Sure.” I purred the word, grumbling happily and arching into my touch.

“Sometimes you are so…different. Why is that?”

“Different how?” I noticed how sober my voice sounded, all the comfortable warmth in it was gone.

“It’s hard to explain. Serious and…”

“Tight-arsed?” I asked him in a clipped tone.

Bo let his hand wander down to my ass, squeezing me gently. “Mmm, you’re certainly tight-arsed, älskling.”

With a giggle, I hid my face at his throat. “You’re unbelievable, Bo.”

“Unbelievably hungry,” he whispered, kissing my brow, and shivering when I pressed my lips to his Adam’s apple. “And unbelievably smitten with you.”

Can we stay here forever, Bo?

“No, but seriously. Why is that? It’s shocking, but in a good way. Like I can see you without a mask?”

I hummed, thinking about what he meant. “Well, I always had to be the responsible big brother. My parents expected me to take care of Noah from an early age.”

“They did? But that wasn’t your job. You were just a kid…” Bo trailed off.

“Yeah, I always thought that was normal, to be honest.”

“It’s not. My mother always told Signe, that’s my older sister, that she wasn’t in charge.” A chuckle rumbled in his deep chest. “Mind you, that was probably also to make sure she wouldn’t boss me around all the time. But I think she never wanted Signe to feel like she had to take care of me.”

I didn’t know what to say to this. That would have been great. Just being allowed to be a child, like Noah had been, without the weight of having to keep him safe, weighing on my shoulders.

“I’m sorry they did that. It’s so lovely when you take off your mask and the real you comes out to play. I like him, the cheeky Ollie.”

“I like him, too.”

Sixteen

Bo

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