The Healing Souls

Examination

Carmen smiled again. “Well, that would be a mistake on my part, because I’d probably hit a wall and knock myself out.” She winked… how did she wink? “Does you liking my smile mean that you don’t think I’m hideous?”

“Fishing for compliments, Carmen?” I chuckled.

“Always. I live for the approval of others.”

She laughed at her own joke. I was guessing she did very little for the approval of others. I liked that.

“Other trolls wouldn’t find you attractive. I have… odd tastes, though. Don’t tell the other trolls, though, they’re assholes.” I whispered and winked before I remembered she couldn’t see me.

I winced with embarrassment and only saw her hand a few moments after she put it out to me. It was so tiny. My hand easily enveloped it and she gasped.

“Dear goddess, you’re huge,” Carmen murmured, making me grin broadly.

“That is the first time anyone’s said that to me. Thank you,” I replied.

“You’re smiling again.”

“My face may break. It could be an improvement. Come on. Come see what a troll looks like.”

Pulling her out of the chair, I held onto her hand, keeping her safe as I guided her over to where I sat. She moved like magic. Humans might have a hard time understanding how magic moved, the fluidity of it was so much smoother than water. Most of all was the confidence. Water didn’t know where it was going, but magic did.

Carmen was magic. Even though she couldn’t see where she was going, she knew where she was and where she’d end up. She was confident in the path she was on.

She moved closer to me and put her hand out. When it landed on my chest, she wore a small struggle on her face, which was followed by an adorable squeak. The look of betrayal on her face made me laugh.

“You’re not getting scared, are you?”

Apparently, she didn’t trust her voice after that. She shook her head and pulled her hand from mine before laying it on my chest as well. Carmen stepped closer, between my legs, and ran her hands up from my chest to my shoulders.

I had to bite back a growl. The feeling of her hands on me, her softness against my hardness, made me a little crazy. Reign it in, man. She didn’t want me. She wanted to see me. This was entirely innocent, just like the little blue-eyed wolf whose hands squeezed my shoulders as she kept moving until I felt her rub against the inside seam of my pants.

She was small and delicate. Her scent was fresh and sweet. When the outside of her thigh brushed my bulge, I couldn’t keep the growl back. I did manage to keep it silent, though. Carmen didn’t look startled.

Looking over her head, I could see the trolls across the room staring at me. One of the bigger ones hit his friends to get them to look. I couldn’t help myself; I smirked at them.

Her hands slid over my shoulders to where they attached to my arms. She was measuring me. Her hands went back in and I felt her fingers on my neck. Gently, she rubbed and massaged over my skin.

It was the most enticing feeling ever. Her skin was soft and silky. The tips of her fingers were almost pillowy. I fought the urge to grab her and rub my face all over her exposed skin.

“Soft,” I whispered, unable to stop myself.

“Sean told me trolls like touching people since they’re soft. Is that something you inherited?” Carmen asked.

“There’s nothing soft about being a troll,” I told her. “I don’t have the craggy, stone-like, skin that other trolls do, so I got petted a lot as a kid. My skin got a bit rougher with age, but nothing like theirs. We like the feeling of softer, squishy, beings.”

She only hummed in response and probed up to my jaw, chin, and mouth. I kept my hands on my legs while she explored me. No softie had ever touched me for this long before.

The only one of the trolls not watching me now was the woman who was flirting with Tripp. They were staring and obviously trying to figure out how I got a soft female to touch me like this. I knew people would hear about it. All supernaturals were gossips and fae were no exception.

Carmen was really feeling out my tusks. They weren’t very big, but I wasn’t shy about them. They stopped below my eyeline and were about an inch thick. There were females with bigger tusks, but Carmen wouldn’t know that. She must not know trolls have them.

“My tusks,” I said.

She smiled brightly. “Oh!”

No longer stumped by odd protrusions, she moved her hands over the rest of my face. Carmen ran her fingers over my hair and then took a slow, steady breath as her fingers moved to my ears. My eyes widened as I realized what she was about to do.

There is no way to describe the feeling of her soft, warm hands on my ears. It was the first time someone had touched them gently. She massaged the tip and stroked them up and down. This was the equivalent of being jerked off in the fae world. Because they were so sensitive, they were basically another ѕex organ to us.

The trolls on the other side of the room were hitting each other. I could tell they were jealous. A fleeting thought popped into my head, telling me I should tell Carmen what she was doing, but this was my last weekend to do whatever I wanted. If I wanted to get my ears massaged by a softie in the middle of the club, I would.

With a groan, I wrapped my hands around her little waist and pulled her against my chest. I bent in, breathing heavily against her neck. Goddess, I was never going to be forgiven when she realized what she was doing.

“Goddess, that feels amazing,” I murmured against her soft skin.

She leaned into my ear. She was so close; I could feel her lips on the lobe of my ear.

“Imagine what it would feel like if I touched the rest of you like this,” Carmen purred.

What?

I pulled her away from me and looked into her face. She was blushing a little. She knew what she was doing when she rubbed my ears!

Her hands found my face faster than I thought a blind wolf could. She held my face and kissed me. She kissed me!

She was still kissing me!

I tried kissing her back and she moaned softly as her hands went back to my ears. Her body writhed against mine and she rubbed my ears as she deepened the kiss. When I moved my tongue into her mouth, she nipped it, making me growl. She growled back. Goddess, it was cute and ѕexy at the same time.

Forgetting about the other trolls, I slid my hands down to her soft, squishy ass and groped it. If I only had whatever this was, a moment, a night, whatever, I would enjoy it. Carmen climbed up and straddled my lap. She rocked her hips against mine while she kissed me and massaged my ears.

She pulled away and I didn’t want to stop. I kissed and nibbled over her jaw and down her neck. Her skin was so soft and delicious. How did she taste so damned good?

“Dear Goddess! Get a room! No one wants to see that!” some idiоt shouted from behind Carmen.

I locked eyes with him and he realized how much he’d messed up. I might not be like the other trolls, but that didn’t mean I would forgive someone for ruining my only chance at making out with a softie.

Carmen froze like a deer in headlights. I didn’t want her to regret what we did because of some jerk. I started laughing. She laughed, too. I learned that when a person doesn’t know what to feel, you can get them to have a better mood by laughing.

She stroked my ears one last time, and then put her hands back on my face. I was engrossed in the icy blue pools of her eyes. It took me a moment to realize what she said to me.

“Take me home with you, Rock. Let me show you what it’s like to be with someone soft. I’m a werewolf, so I’m as soft as a human, but not as fragile. I’ll only ask two things from you.”

“To never tell anyone and never talk to you again after?” I guessed, half-jokingly.

Carmen laughed, again. “To give me a ride home in the morning and to let me come to your coming-of-age party. I want to be there when you find your true mate. I want to celebrate your happiness.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Yeah. That’s all I want.”

Her smile was sincere, and so was her voice. I looked over at the other trolls. They wouldn’t have heard it, but they were watching. All of them seemed pretty pissed at the guy who interrupted us. I raised my eyebrows at them and they nodded.

“Deal. Do you need to tell anyone you’re leaving?” I said.

She turned away slightly and then turned back. “I told them. Ready to go?”

By the goddess, I was more than ready to go. I was ready to bend her over the table and fuсk her where everyone could see. I wouldn’t though.

I had no idea why this little wolf wanted me, but I wasn’t going to do anything to harm her when she was giving me the best gift I could have asked for. I knew softies were all hyperѕexual. Maybe she wanted to rub it in the faces of people who thought she couldn’t do things because she couldn’t see.

Helping her off of me, I stood as she straightened her dress out. Carmen had to be over a foot shorter than me. I was as thick as a troll, even if I wasn’t as tall as one. She was so tiny. It made me chuckle to think of what I was about to do with the tiny wolf.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“You’re so tiny.”

“I’m 5’8”. That’s not tiny.” Carmen huffed with a little pout.

“I’m 6’10”. You’re tiny.”

“You said no one has ever told you that you’re huge,” she said softly.

“Short trolls are a couple of inches taller than me. My friend, Forrest, is eight feet tall.”

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “That’s way too big.”

“That’s not the last time you’ll be saying that tonight,” I purred.

She laughed. I was going to let myself fall in love with her tonight. I didn’t really think I could stop myself if I wanted to. She was as bold as a troll and she was going to let me ruin her.

Quickly, I picked her up and put her over my shoulder. She giggled and wiggled a little. As I headed for the door, I nodded to the other trolls. They started whistling and catcalling. They knew what I was trying for.

Male trolls didn’t get this chance often. Usually, those with smoother skin and they never got very far. If I could manage it, they would hold me in high esteem. Not that it really mattered too much, but it would mean I had witnesses when my friends didn’t believe me.