Page 29 of Trolling For Love

“He was not a good person. When Gene first arrived, I did not want to trust him either, but eventually we did become friends. I know now I can trust him.”

“Wait, you were only gone a few hours.”

“Time is different in some parts of the monster realm. For me it was far longer than that.”

“I’m so happy you’re back and you’re not hurt. What happened to the knife?” I asked because it was a dangerous weapon that should not be in any world.

“I have it, but I will turn it over to the institute so they can destroy it or lock it away where no one can be hurt by it ever again. It should never have been created, but the elves hated us for a time, and they needed a weapon since they were no match for our power.”

“You’ll have to tell me about it someday,” I said and rested my head against his chest.

“I will, mate. Now we have time to enjoy each other without worry of a troll hunter who would have me killed to sell my parts.”

I shivered at the mention of that. “It really is disgusting. The people that buy that shit should be charged too.”

“I’m sure they would be if they could catch them. But even finding Drummond took a lot of time and effort. Especially from Gene.”

“I’m glad he wasn’t really a bad guy,” I said.

“The only bad guy was Drummond. How is your injury?” he asked and once again brushed back my hair.

“It’s okay. I’m glad he didn’t hit me any harder than he did.”

“Are you sure you do not want to have someone look at it?” Gunnar asked, his voice soft with concern.

“No, I want to stay here in your arms. That’s all I need.”

Chapter 25

GUNNAR

Ilay in the small tent with my stubborn mate in my arms. My horns no longer burned the same as his chest no longer hurt. His head was more painful than he wanted to admit, but I was too happy to have him here to argue with him. My mind raced with images of what had happened while he slept. Einar had been brutal in his slaying, showing no mercy as he tore Drummond apart and ate him alive. The blade had not helped him in the least against an ancient troll who was not afraid of dying.

“I’ll take the blade and make sure it’s destroyed,” Gene had said as he reached his hand out for it. But this weapon was far too dangerous.

“No, I want to take care of it myself,” I had said.

But now I wondered if giving it to the institute was the smartest thing. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust them. No one there had made me feel unsafe or under threat. But that knife would give too much power to any human who found it. It was then I decided to hide it out here in the woods and with that decision I finally fell asleep.

“Good morning,” Flynn whispered just as the sky was starting to lighten with dawn. “I think I’d like to start back to the camp early. Would that be okay?” he asked as he rested his head in his hand to meet my eyes.

“Of course. I also want to leave early. I have decided to hide the troll killer in the woods. The trees will hide it better than any human ever could and the chance of one of them finding it would be minimal.” He thought about it a moment before leaning in to kiss me.

“Whatever you want to do, mate,” he whispered. “I trust you.”

I started to lean in to kiss him but stopped myself. “Are you in pain today?”

“Only if I touch where he hit me. Otherwise, I’m right as rain,” he said with a smile full of mischief and promise. “Let’s eat and then we can get going.”

“I want something other than food from you, but only if you are not in pain.”

“My mate, I want you to fuck me like you want to against a tree. Claim me like no one has ever claimed me before. Show me who owns my heart and my body,” Flynn whispered against my lips.

My cock swelled with his words. I pressed his hand against me, and he squeezed just enough to make me want more but notenough to satisfy the burning need I had for him. “I want you,” I growled.

“I want you too, but not yet. Let’s make it special,” he said, and I agreed with him. The trees would amplify our pleasure and push us both to a level of excitement neither of us had ever felt. I pressed the heel of my hand against my hardness and hoped for patience because I wasn’t sure I was that patient.

“As you wish,” I finally managed to say. Both of us slid out of the small tent and while I packed everything away Flynn unpacked the breakfast he’d brought. He’d wrapped it in aluminum foil and put it in the dying embers of the fire and by the time everything was packed back into our bags breakfast was ready.

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