15. Fifteen

Fifteen

Ollie

B o had warned me I shouldn't rub my cheek on him again, but with his index gliding slowly in and out of my body, I needed to know what forgetting himself entailed.

His growl travelled through me like an earthquake, and suddenly my world was turned upside down when Bo moved us around. In one fluid motion he brought me back to the bed, his finger still in me and my body weight pressing it deep into my body.

"Oliver," he snarled my name, sounding like a big cat poised to strike its prey. His free hand had taken hold of my throat, pushing my chin up to give him access to my mouth.

I shouldn't like this as much as I do.

A tick tightened his jaw as he added a second finger. He might be close to snapping, but Bo handled me like I was breakable. It was what came next that truly surprised me. Taking a shuddering breath, he ran his nose all over my face like a cat rubbing its scent on a new piece of furniture.

It was the farthest thing from funny. On the contrary. My body went into overdrive. Groaning, I ground down on his fingers, forcing them deeper into my ass.

"Yes, ?lskling, ride my hand like a good boy," he snarled, his tongue running over his fangs, making him look even more dangerous.

And hot.

"Bo," I gasped, staring up at him with what I knew were glassy eyes.

"Oliver?" His raspy voice made me shudder under his heavy body, pressing me into the mattress.

"Please fuck me already," I groaned, pressing the back of my head into the pillow and my throat against his palm.

The softness in his eyes stood in stark contrast to his dark, dangerous snarl. He pulled his fingers out and gripped his dick, rubbing the head down my crack. His eyes narrowed and apparently he was dissatisfied with the slide because he rose to his knees and slicked his length with an obscene amount of lube.

Our eyes met when I snorted and before I knew it, he was back on top of me, one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping his dick and slowly pushing the head inside me.

"Oh God, baby!" The words escaped me on a low whimper. He was still huge and so thick in me I thought there was no way he was going to fit. Did my ass shrink?

"Yes," he growled, "yes, let me inside your body, Oliver."

Bo was feral, a wild beast of the woods, and I revelled in it. The wilderness in him turned me into a headless animal, desperate to be conquered. Yet his deepest nature remained caring, and loving, and so tender that I could have cried.

Keeping my gaze on his, he slowly pushed inside, splitting me wide open around his dick. His lips curled up, baring his fangs even more.

"Bo, I," I gasped, searching for an anchor to tether me to reality. Leaning down, he slanted his mouth over mine, fangs digging into my lips. His deep kiss did little to ground me, even less when he pulled out and sank back in, taking up a slow and hard rhythm that had me holding on for dear life.

Then he pulled out of me, leaving me gasping and gaping, needing to be stuffed full of his dick again.

"Get on your hands and knees for me," he whispered against my lips, then he retreated, kneeling on the bed and I took him in for a moment before I scrambled up and around.

His reckless gaze, the powerful body, green skin slick with sweat, and his dick so long and hard, waiting to be back in me.

Beautiful . All conscious thoughts abandoned me when he took hold of my hips and guided his cock back into my body.

"Yesss," he hissed and snarled as he sank into me in a deep slide, his hips slapping against my ass.

"Oh fuck!" I snapped at his heavy balls colliding with mine.

"Yes," he rasped again, pulling out and thrusting in so hard we both groaned. "I will fuck you, Oliver."

Our skin slapped once more. "I will fuck you so hard you will forget your name, ?lskling."

I whimpered when Bo dragged his enormous dick out and slammed it back in.

"I love your ass, Ollie. I love the way it moves," he grunted, groping both of my cheeks and massaging them with firm hands. "Gods, the way it jiggles when I pound it." The last words came out on a low whimper and he sped up, spreading me wide open for him.

He's trying to screw my brain out of my skull.

I lost it entirely when I turned my head, needing to see him, and I found him staring down at the place where he thrust his cock inside me. Bo looked untamed and dangerous, the long blond hair obscuring his face with a few strands sticking to his sweaty skin, and fangs bared.

"Oh God!" With an almost inhuman groan, I half collapsed on the bed, my back arched and ass up in the air, offering myself to this Norse god.

For a moment, he faltered in his frenzy, eyes snapping up to my face. Then they softened, melted, and he sank back in so slowly I hated him for it. Just long enough until he was balls-deep in me again.

Displaying his unbelievable strength again, he lowered his body, covering mine and cocooning me in a tender embrace.

"You are perfect, Oliver," he murmured near my ear, kissing the side of my neck, before swiftly moving to my shoulder and closing his fangs on my muscle. Then he stilled again, not in his movements in me; he rolled his hips steadily against my ass, a wave building up.

"Do it!" I moaned, head tossing from side to side. No idea how I knew what would happen next, but I was certain I wanted it. "Go on, baby, please! I need you to….please…"

His bite pushed me over the line as the wave crashed and dragged me under.

Rope after rope of my cum drenched the sheets under me as the pleasure boiled over. His, too. One, two deep thrusts and he came in my ass, his hot release filling me up. Bo growled into my skin, then let go and I felt him lick the bite marks clean before he nosed them.

"I didn't know you were part cat, darling," I huffed, hugging my pillow to my chest.

"Cat?"

"Aye, you rub your nose on me like a cat. It's cute."

"Cute? Seriously, Ollie? I am still balls deep in you after I filled your tight little hole with so much of my cum you'll be dripping with it. Cute?" His grumpy tone made me giggle uncontrollably. It turned into a groan when he slipped out of me, my ass suddenly empty and gaping and already missing the feel of him.

Bo lowered himself next to me, booping my nose with his thick index. "Why the pout, ?lskling?"

"Nothing." I buried my face in the pillow. I don't want to discuss my ass with you right now.

A strong leg and a heavy arm settled over me, and he plastered his body to my side. Just ignore his wet cock, Oliver .

"I'm sorry if I upset you," Bo said quietly, burying his face in my neck.

"You didn't," I muttered back. "I just feel stupid and—"

"You are not stupid, Oliver Bright. Kind. Smart. Funny. Beautiful. And so hot, yes." Bo chuckled and kissed the sensitive skin under my ear. "But not stupid." He pressed another lingering, open-mouthed kiss on my neck. "I shouldn't rub my nose on you."

"Why not?" I grabbed the back of his head to keep his mouth where it was.

"Because it's…not good."

"Hey, I told you it's cute," I objected, but he pulled back and rolled away from me.

Needy—and cold—as I was, I followed him, icy limbs plastered to his body.

"Gods, you're freezing. Come here." Bo's arm snuck around my back to bring me closer to his skin, and he fished for the duvet, dragging it up to my ears.

"Why is it not good?" I asked quietly, kissing his hairy pec and enjoying the full body shiver that went through him at my touch.

It wasn't just how I reacted to him that fascinated me, but also the depths of feelings I stirred in Bo.

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

"A thing ?"

"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, that part 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, ?lskling."

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."