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“I like this,” I admitted, turning on the spot. Struan would probably have my head for even considering buying furniture here, but I really did like it.

The room had a plain but solid bed made from ash, a tree that held significance for my people.

It looked cosy and like the kind of bed I wanted to wake up in with my little gust of wind.

“Lie down for a moment, see if you still like it then,” Beryl suggested and I gaped at him.

“Are you serious? I can’t—”

“Yeah, you can. Look at the plastic protector. It’s meant to be tried out.”

“Only if you lie down, too.” I shrugged my shoulders defiantly. If I got in trouble for this I wouldn’t be the only one.

“You want me to test your bed with you?” His smirk turned even dirtier than before. “You won’t have to tell me twice, babe.” He poked me in the chest, let go of my hand, and walked around to the other side.

Bee took a seat on the mattress and then reclined on the bed. The way his teeth dug into his bottom lip made my cock fill so rapidly with blood I thought I’d pass out from it.

“Vindur,” I groaned under my breath, unable to ignore the need to adjust myself through my jeans.

“Kjartan?” Beryl pursed his lips, an eyebrow raised. By Thor, I was a heartbeat away from mounting his beautiful body, pressing him into the mattress, and—

“You need to get into this bed now so we can get out of here.” His voice was breathy and aroused.

I quickly joined him and turned on the side to hide the bulge in my trousers. If anyone burst in I didn’t want them to see how turned on I was.

Chapter 9

Beryl

With Kjartan in the bed with me, the mattress suddenly seemed way smaller than it actually was. Still, I inched closer until our knees were touching.

“We should keep our hands to ourselves,” I mumbled, but my fingers sneaked across the short stretch of bed between us. They landed on the large bulge that strained against the rough denim.

He groaned almost inaudibly when I squeezed his dick, shifting his hips a little so he pressed into my palm.

“This seems like a splendid choice,” I said, trying to make my voice as inconspicuous as possible and giving him another squeeze. “Definitely big enough.” I closed my hand around him again, revelling in the soft grunting and clenching of his jaw.

“Yes, Vindur,” Kjartan rasped. He raised a hand to brush my hair off my forehead. “Big enough. Can we buy this and go?”

“Not yet.” I gave him a sneaky stroke. “You need a few plants, some cushions, sheets, and bedding.”

“If you keep doing this—” he growled quietly, “there will be an entirely different kind of bedding. Right here.”

A violent shiver racked my body. He noticed and threw me a slight smirk back.

“When I fuck you into the mattress, we can truly see if this bed is Orc proof. Perhaps we should before I buy it.”

“Let’s go finish our shopping,” I gasped, fleeing the bed before I took him up on his offer.

Somewhat getting a grip on ourselves, we made it back to the stairs and picked up a cart for all the decorations I wanted to get for him. Kjartan surprised me by staying close to me and occasionally touching the small of my back—suspiciously close to my ass—to draw my attention to things he’d spotted.

He knew exactly what he wanted and chose brightly patterned textiles that somehow all fit together. Kjartan even picked out a woven Jute carpet. “Maybe this will make some kind of living area separate from the sleeping area,” he explained, cheeks turning rosy again.

“I love that idea! You could use lamps to tie the spaces together…” And we were off. Eventually, we picked the bed frame and the mattress from the shop’s built-in warehouse and made our way to the check-out.

The total came to over a thousand crowns, and he paid without blinking an eye.

“Wow, that was more expensive than I expected,” I groaned once we’d manoeuvred the trolleys out of the building and approached his truck.