Page 37 of A Bridge to a Troll's Heart
Making short work of their clothes, Arlo uncovered the smooth skin beneath. He dropped a kiss to that lovely trail of hair, then took in the beautiful sight of the treasure it led to. Toby was gorgeous all over. Arlo could admire him for hours, but the wolf shifter wouldn’t have it.
Toby leaned in, catching Arlo’s lips in a quick, delicious peck. “Touch me.”
Running fingers teasingly over Toby’s shoulder blades, Arlo watched the gooseflesh rise in their wake. He blew lightly over the raised bumps on the back of Toby’s neck before kissing him there.
Toby moaned. Arlo knew he loved that spot, just below the hairline where the skin was sensitive and thin enough Arlo could see the elegant blue veins beneath. He ran his tongue along them, to hear Toby moan again, to feel him dig fingers against Arlo’s backside.
“What would you like?” Arlo moved his lips over Toby’s skin.
“Your weight on me.” Toby sighed, giddy with pleasure. “Let me feel you.”
Arlo pressed him flat on his back, straddling his thighs and lining them body to body. This much skin, so warm and supple, sent a rush of heat between his legs. Toby was already hard.
Hands roamed Arlo’s skin, exploring. Arlo relished Toby’s tender caresses, the smell of his hair, the sound of his whimpers as his breath ghosted over Arlo’s earlobe.
Toby rose up under him, strong and steady despite Arlo’s bulk. Arlo shifted to allow his movement. Toby flipped over, turning to his stomach. He pressed his back to Arlo’s chest and drew his knees beneath him.
“Mate me, Arlo, please.” Toby’s voice came out strained and breathy. He pushed his bottom against Arlo’s length. “Hold me and mate me.”
Toby’s pleas sparked a fire in Arlo. He wrapped his arm around Toby’s chest and held him tight, mouthing more kisses to his throat, then along the ridges of his spine. Toby squirmed for him, arching and writhing into every caress. The indulgent press of skin on skin sent sizzling energy to Arlo’s toes, making them curl.
Whispered words stoked their desire as he moved over Toby. Limbs tangled and clung. Every touch lit Arlo’s senses; every moan urged him forward.
“Yes, Arlo, more.” Toby propped on his elbows and turned his head, searching for a kiss.
Arlo met his lips with passion, their tongues sliding together. Toby whimpered into his mouth, a little sound of desire that Arlo could never get enough of. Arlo was so far gone he could only watch as Toby slicked his fingers with oil and prepared himself. He caught Toby’s gaze, lids heavy at half-mast, irises dark with desire.
“Now,” Toby murmured, his voice low and urgent.
They flowed together like the rapids of the river, rippling and quaking, bodies united. Bliss rolled through them in waves. Arlo gave Toby everything he had. The wolf shifter surged under each thrust, rocking back, demanding more. Each push, every bit of stretch, the growing pressure all came together to lift them to the pinnacle.
Need howled in Arlo’s veins.
“Touch me,” Toby panted. “Come with me.”
Arlo reached for him, took his cock in hand, and stroked. Working in rhythm, both of them bucking and groaning, Arlo claimed his mouth. As the hot, wet slick covered his palm, Arlo followed Toby over the edge. He’d follow Toby always. They shook with pleasure against each other, bodies vibrating.
Holding Toby as they returned to themselves, their breath slowing, pounding hearts settling into a steady pace, Arlo basked in the warm, contented happiness Toby’s presence evoked. He closed his eyes and drifted in sensations.
They cuddled together after, under piles of blankets, naked and sweaty. Toby kissed his freckles, his nose, his eyelids. He fluttered his eyelashes against Arlo’s cheek, making them both laugh.
When Toby finally drifted off to sleep, Arlo had lain awake, grateful. He hadn’t wanted to miss a moment of Christmas Eve together and had fought to stay conscious so he could enjoy the warmth of Toby pressed against him for a bit longer.
At some point, sleep had come for him, and night had turned into morning. Nights had a way of doing that.
As the first towake on Christmas Day, Arlo reveled in the quiet comfort of their bed. Toby snuffled gently against his chest, and the sun streamed through the little circular window in their loft.
Arlo had everything his heart had ever wished for. Though he’d strayed from his bridge, he missed it not one whit when his precious Toby lay curled in his arms. His soul was complete, his mind joyful, and on top of all of it, today there would be peppermint cakes and hot chocolate. His mouth watered at the thought.
Toby stirred in his embrace. Arlo massaged the smooth skin of his back with soothing strokes, welcoming him to their first Christmas morning together. The first of many.
Toby’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing sleepy green irises shining with love. “Good morning, my mate.” He brushed his fingers through Arlo’s chest hair.
A pleasant shiver raced across Arlo’s skin. Just when he thought things couldn’t possibly get any better, Toby inched his way up to plant a sweet kiss on Arlo’s lips.
And wouldn’t you know, things could get even better after all.
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