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Kjartan

B ee took hold of my hand and pulled me into a perfectly decorated room just to the side of the main path. The area had been divided into a living room, a sleeping nook, and even a fake kitchen.

“How do you like this, big guy?” Beryl asked as he led me deeper into the space.

What I like most about this is you being here with me.

“It’s nice.”

“Okay, not the one for you, then.” He laughed so freely that I found myself staring in awe.

When was the last time you heard someone laugh like that?

“Plenty more to see.”

He didn’t let go of me when we walked on but kept his hand in mine, interlacing our fingers.

It felt a bit weird at first but maybe weird was good.

His warmth spreading through me felt like a ray of the purest sunlight hitting a snow-capped mountain after a long, dreary winter.

And I found his black nail polish very hot.

How good would it look to have his hand wrapped around my cock?

“Oh, this is one of their big guy setups, I think.” Bee dragged me onwards into another flat.

“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.