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Cathol craned his neck a little as if trying to get a better look at her, and Raskyuil hunched his shoulders defensively to block his view further, drawing an exasperated chuckle from the male. “You are well, female?”
She trembled against Raskyuil, her arms braced against his chest, but her head jerked in an uncertain nod. “Yeah, I think so. And the name is MaryAnne. I’m just not exactly sure what’s going on here.”
“I believe you humans call it ‘the birds and the bees,” the night elf—Marik, he assumed—volunteered with a quick grin, his long ears twitching with his amusement.
His little female—MaryAnne—glanced over her shoulder, her brow knotting in a puzzled frown. “What?” she barked, her little body stiffening further as Raskyuil bared his teeth at the interfering elf and nestled her closer to his large frame.
He was in no mood for slick tricks from night elves. His eyes narrowed threateningly as the male flashed his fangs in a wide grin.
“What exactly did you think would happen when you found your troll, human?” the elf chuckled, clearly not knowing when to stop. “Instinct that compels you strongly enough to be able to follow a path taken by the fairy road—which is normally completely invisible to humans, I might add—is not going to be a small thing.”
Though her expression didn’t betray her thoughts, MaryAnne shivered as fear continued to spike in her scent. Every male in the room could scent it, and the tension between them all rose in proportion. Raskyuil’s gaze snapped over the hulking ogre that stepped out from behind the bar, and his purr stuttered to a stop to be replaced by a menacing growl.
The ogre snorted and he lumbered closer, stopping just within reaching distance. “I’m going to say this nicely because I like the little human. Calm down and go explain things to the little human rather than fussing and growling like a feral fairy. All the snarling and posturing is just going to scare her more.”
Raskyuil’s nostrils flared drawing in more of her scent as reason trickled in. The ogre was right. Although his instincts demanded that he protect his female with so many males around, he carefully set her on her feet and forced himself to take a couple of steps back from her. Each step was excruciating, and it took all his willpower not to close the distance between them and scoop her up into his arms again when her wide brown eyes flicked over them warily. His tail twitched anxiously as he eyed her.
“Purr for her. Don’t just stare at her like she’s something you’re contemplating eating,” Cathol hissed from behind him.
“You assume I need advice on how to care for my mate,” Raskyuil rasped and directed a scornful look at the younger male who thought to educate him. Absurd!
Cathol scowled right back at him. “As much as you may not appreciate it, I do happen to have experience with humans and know what frightens them. And what you are doing is not exactly a reassuring look coming from one of our species.”
Raskyuil’s eyes narrowed on him, but he purred since he decided it was reasonable enough advise in that light. He had failed to truly understand any of the human females he’d come into content with or aided in the past. They were foreign to everything he had known and understood over the course of his life, and it was difficult to adjust his thinking to the differences presented to him.
MaryAnne’s gaze snapped back to him, and she eyed him for a long moment as she seemed to contemplate him. She was just as tiny as he remembered, her pixie face with all her glorious dark curls and moonlight pale complexion. She could have the lady of the moon herself descended from the heavens to walk among them. Her brow scrunched in faint lines. He knew that she was confused, but the stench of fear was ebbing and that alone was enough to confirm that he had made the correct decision.
She rubbed her hands against her thighs in what was obviously a nervous gesture and nodded. “Yeah. Daig’s right. Talking is good. And I… I wanted to talk to you anyway.”
He felt an unexpected warmth of pleasure unfurl from deep within his chest. She wished to speak with him? To know his thoughts? Such a thing was far beyond the simple pull of the Ha’shena that drove them to mate. Perhaps there was hope for far more than what he had expected. He was still afraid of breaking such a tiny mate, but to truly find a mate to properly bond was a gift no intelligent male would waste.
Not wishing to startle his nervous mate all over again, he inclined his head in agreement and was rewarded with a quick flash of her teeth as she smiled.
“Okay, good. Let’s just go up to my room. I haven’t yet retrieved my things or turned in my key, so we can just have a quiet little discussion there.”
His cock, which had softened some in response to the heightening of her fear, roared back to life, straining against his trousers. She gasped, and he smirked in spite of himself, reveling in her reaction. He had a good cock, thick and long. He would take his time working it into her cunt to give her the most pleasure and satisfaction once he eased her into taking it and wiped away any of her apprehension.
As long as he began gently, she would take him well. His seed and their pheromones would see to that. He was glad that she had the foresight to recognize that it would be better for both of them if they began their binding immediately. It would soothe the fever of his rut and make it easier for them to travel and search for an appropriate territory to call their own.
They might have months to bond and for him to soak her tight human cunt with his seed. Although fae were slow to breed, the first initial breeding period with a human tended to yield some fruit. She could be heavy with his offspring by the time he carved out their home once he found the proper tree whose roots spoke to him.
“I am yours,” he rumbled in reply, eager to begin.
Another little smile curled her lips—and was that relief that he saw in her eyes? His purr grew louder, pleased that he could ease some of her worries. Of course, a troll always belonged thoroughly to his mate, just as she belonged to him, but he understood that humans did not readily seem to know these things.
His gaze followed her as she spun away, her pert, rounded little bottom swaying as she led the way toward the stairs at the back corner of the tavern. Her movement was seductive, and he began to follow her without even realizing it until they were nearly halfway to the stairs. Blinking, he considered his instinctive reaction with amusement.
It was the call of mating. It was natural.
His gaze scanned the room briefly, taking in the signs of the seasonal rites of the Hallow Night. His nostrils flared as he scented the air, drawing its magic into him. How had he missed the rise of the magic announcing the arrival of the Hallow Night? Such a thing was impossible for any troll with a nose to miss. He sneered to himself, relieved to be away from the carnival. Whatever magic lurked there, amongst the more harmless illusions and fae enchantments, there was something sinister skulking there. A poison at the very root of it. The town of The Bend told him that much alone because whatever it was had corrupted the entire area from the many winters spent there.
There was no way he wanted his mate anywhere near there. He would bind their mating and then they would be far from here and any possible touch of the carnival.
Pleased with the idea, Raskyuil followed her up the stairs, grateful that the solid wood didn’t groan beneath his feet—ogre-made, probably—and into the room that she opened with the little key she dug out of her pocket. It was dark in there, but he didn’t mind. Trolls saw very well with only trace amounts of light. Humans preferred to mate in the darkness from what he understood, so he discarded his war ax, his tunic, and the numerous belts and cuffs that held his weapons onto the small table just inside the room before stalking after her, his desire rising within him ravenously. Her bottom rounded as she bent, and he licked his lips hungrily, eager to taste every part of her.
Cathol was right about one thing: he had every intention of eating her. He would consume every little tasty drop her body offered.
His cock raged with his need at the thought and reached for her and then shouted in agony when she shifted and light flared brightly, hitting his eyes without any warning. Clutching his fingers over his eyes, he staggered back and snarled.
