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Chapter Thirteen

Maeve

I woke up with the king of the giants’ hand wrapped around my throat like a noose… Panic surged through me as a flood of hot liquid filled my mouth.

Oh.

My.

God.

Balor had been jacking off into my mouth while I was sleeping.

Cum pumped into me, covering my lips and streaking down my cheeks. And I was very naked. This magical fucker had managed to take my clothes off without waking me up.

The humiliation. The violation.

“Relax and swallow,” he instructed me in a deep voice that had my stomach rolling and my thighs clenching. His grip was loose enough to allow me to swallow but hard enough to warn me should I disobey. “I want you to drink every drop.”

My vision swam as hot tears rolled down my cheeks, mixing with the cum gushing past the seal of my lips around his girth. Why was he doing this? I wanted to ask him, but with my mouth full it was all I could do not to choke to death on the giant monster dick invading my throat.

“It will comfort you,” he said, as if he could see the question burning in my eyes.

My pulse rammed into my ears like a jackhammer. Comfort me ? What kind of mindfuck game was he playing at?

With a grunt, he pulled his cock from my mouth, drawing a thick string of cum with it until it snapped and coated my breasts.

“I–It’s cum, not warm milk y–you fucking pervert,” I managed to choke out.

His mouth bent with a dark grin, one that didn’t deny the accusation. “Giant seed has more uses than a human’s. Anyway, you were begging me to soothe the ache between your legs. Other than fucking your cunt, there’s no other way to ease the pain of an unsealed bond.”

“We had a deal!” I tried to sit up but Balor kept me pinned down, hand firmly wrapped around my throat. “You said I had until I found a clover…”

“Our deal is the only fecking reason I’m not bullocks deep in your mound right now, girl.”

“But—”

His hand lifted from my throat to clamp over my mouth and he leaned down until the tips of our noses were practically touching. His hot breath feathered my cum-stained lips. “You waste anymore of my seed by runnin’ yer mouth and there will be hell to pay.”

I tamped down the urge to be defiant, knowing it wasn’t in my best interest if I wanted to make it back to Ireland alive.

So I swallowed down what was left of the giant’s cum.

It was thick and oozed down my esophagus.

I expected to gag, but I was caught off guard by how much I didn’t hate the sensation.

In an instant, I felt warm and fluttering, like it was some kind of party drug leaching into my system instead of monster jizz. “What’s happening to me?”

“I told you, giant’s cum has its uses. Should take the edge off.”

“Edge off what? You kidnapping me? No, I don’t think you jacking off into my fucking mouth and forcing me to swallow your cum will take the edge off that.”

Even as I spoke, as much as I wanted to fight back, my body felt like it was turning to goo and my mind started to spin like a kaleidoscope.

“What are you runnin’ yer mouth about?” He scoffed, finally releasing me from his hold to push to his feet. “Ya’ve have nothing to complain about. Ya could be dead right now, would be dead, if the gods hadn’t cursed me to be yer mate.”

I hated how much my insides fluttered when he loomed over me like that with his smoldering hair crackling and his gold jewelry swaying in the gentle breeze.

This is what I got for reading all those monster romance novels: an attraction to what was—when you got down to the brass tacks of it—my house and business.

“I wish you would have killed me…” I sniffed, hot tears rolling down my cheek.

“Careful what ya wish fer in the Otherworld, girl. It might come true.”

“Fuck you.” My voice was so weak now, my words were hardly more than a sleepy whisper. The cum was taking hold of me, making my body heavy and my mind light.

Balor chuckled. “Ya will soon if ye don’t find me that four leaf clover.”

Since I’d arrived in the Otherworld, my dreams had been sexual and erratic. Balor’s cum had somehow poured fuel on the fire. My half-crazed mind invented its own monster porno, starring me and my captor.

Our limbs were a confusing tangle, smoldering copper hair wrapping my naked body in fire, making the beads of sweat on my skin glisten.

Then the dream would change, and I was back in the antique shop, sitting on the counter naked with my legs spread.

Facing the evil eye mounted on the bronze shield with the kitten painting propped against the wall beneath it.

The building groaning as I furiously fucked myself with my fingers.

“What do you think of this, Balor?” I asked, the same line I’d used before when modeling my outfit to what I thought was nothing but a family heirloom.

I woke up to find my fingers on my clit.

Fuck. I’d been touching myself in my sleep.

Masculine grunting had my attention veering to the corner of the ruins to find Balor lounged on the toppled pillar, his back resting against one of his collapsed castle walls with his dick in his hand.

I sat up, pulling my sweater—the only piece of clothing he’d left me—over my hips. “Stop doing that,” I snarled.

His lips curled with an evil grin as our eyes locked. “Then stop moaning and touchin’ yerself, wee one. I only have so much goddamn self control.”

My cheeks burned with a blush.

The king of the giants laughed, seeing the effect he had on me. He knew just how sexually frustrated I was. We both were. So I was surprised when he did as I asked and released his hold on his cock, stopping mid wank.

There was an awkward beat of silence. His smile stretched wider. “Ready to give yerself to me, Maeve?”

My name in his mouth, all wrapped up in that guttural baritone, sent a shiver skipping down my spine.

I flipped him off with both hands. My poor nails, caked with days worth of sifting through the clovers. Or, was it weeks worth? Time moved oddly here, faster and somehow slower than back home. It’s like the Otherworld moved at its own pace and decided what it felt like doing every morning.

It definitely wasn’t moving in my favor. It felt like I’d been here a whole lifetime.

I sifted through the clovers until my knees were raw and achy, until my fingertips were numb and my eyes felt like they’d short circuit at any moment.

Even when I looked away from the ground to give my poor eyes a break, I saw clovers. Clovers and green cock and that evil eye. In my dreams. My nightmares. When I blinked.

“Give into me, Maeve,” Balor’s voice called one day from where he sat on the pillar. “Let this be over with.”

Satisfaction wound through me at the mere whiff of frustration in the giant’s voice. It pushed me to keep looking. When I got up from my break under a berry bush and returned to sifting through the bed of clovers, he heaved a sigh. “Yer a stubborn wee thing.”

“Yeah, well your ‘little misfortune’ is used to making her own luck. I’ll die looking if I have to.”

“Only ya don’t have to. Ye can choose to give in at any time.”

I scoffed to myself. What kind of choice was that?

When I said nothing, the giant snorted with discontentment. “Suits me fine, girl. Search here for the rest of yer days, for all I care. I’ll watch you slowly rot away…” He gestured to one of the massive rib bones arching over the bed of clovers. “With the rest of those important to me.”

His words had me pausing. My heart skipped a beat and I angrily shook my head, returning to my task.

Don’t be silly. He doesn’t care about me. He cares about punishing me for what my family did to him.

“If you’d just kill me, we could both be done with this shit. I can finally rest in fucking peace, and you can get on with swinging your giant dong all over Ireland. Making jam out of bones. Tearing down beanstalks. Rise up and crown yourself as king again. Whatever gets you off.”

Balor chuckled. “I won’t be takin’ over anythin’. Those days are behind me. You are my life now, Maeve.”

There he went again. Why was he making it sound like he actually gave a fuck about me?

I looked up from the endless sea of shamrocks to slap him with a glare. “You mean torturing me is your life now.”

He shrugged a meaty shoulder in my periphery. “The way I see it, yer the one torturin’ yerself now. Like I said, ya have a choice, wee McCrum.”

“Oh yeah, because dying from trying to ride the world’s largest dick is way better than this.” I gripped a handful of clovers and tore them out with a huff.

“Who said anythin’ ‘bout you dyin’?”

My shoulders sagged. I was so damn tired. The weeks being trapped here, the endless searching for that lucky four-leaf clover that I was almost certain wasn’t even here. Tired of fighting my captor and that invisible force pulling us together.

It’s not like I was scared of dying. What frightened me was just how much I wanted to give in to him. Because I knew, I just knew that he was banking on me softening to him.

My attraction for red-heads and monsters, paired with that magnetic phenomenon pulling us together, and a dash of good ole’ stockholm syndrome was taking its toll on my resolve.

That had to be his game. He was waiting for me to finally give in and when I did, he’d hurt me when I was most vulnerable.

“You think I’m going to shift while I’m inside you.” It wasn’t a question. He knew where my mind had wandered.

I searched his face for any trace of the cruelty I was sure I’d find there.

But he wasn’t smiling. Nothing but pain and frustration etched his handsome, otherworldly features.

He hopped down from the wall and strode over to where I knelt in the grass. His cock was still out, unabashedly standing at its full length. He crouched in front of me, his bare member inches from me.

I hated how badly I wanted to reach out and touch it.

He flipped his eye patch up, revealing the damaged topaz embedded in his eye socket. Sparkling energy trickled from the crack and whirled around me, like it was trying to pull me in.

“I can’t shift, even if I wanted to. My magic is leaking at a rate faster than I can produce. Bigger spells are beyond me. I barely managed to open the portal here. Beyond that, I’m powerless.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what he was telling me. He can’t shift. Was this just another game? Or was he telling me the truth?

“How can I trust you…?”

“Like it or not, the gods have deemed us to be fated.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

It couldn’t be like how it was in my werewolf romance novels. Something told me there would be no biting mark or knots or anything that came along with the paranormal romance novel territory.

“It’s a dark and ancient ritual, forged in flesh and fire.”

“Is that supposed to convince me?”

There was that grin again. Smug and bathed in the glow of his flames. “I think it appeals to ya more than yer lettin’ on. Make no mistake, there will be some discomfort. Yer too small for it not to hurt, even when I’m at my weakest. But there will be pleasure in the pain. I can promise ya that.”

Pleasure in the pain.

“You know I’m never going to find a four-leaf clover, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. The truth was written all over his face. I was never going to find that clover.

This whole deal was just so I’d come to terms with it myself.

A single tear slipped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. “How long will you sit here waiting for me?”

“I’ve already waited an eternity for ya, Maeve McCrum. What’s a little while longer?”

Why did he have to go saying shit like that? It was like he was something straight out of my monster romance novels.

If I was going to be stuck with him forever no matter what I did… why not go out with a bang?

I believed Balor when he said he couldn’t shift. That explained why he hadn’t yet. The big question that still hung in the air was what would come next, once we sealed our bond?

For the life of me, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was drunk on magic berry juice and giant’s cum, with a sprinkle of sleep deprivation for flavor.

“Okay,” I finally conceded, worn down after weeks of hopeless searching.

I waited for Balor to pounce but he held his ground. “Okay, what? ”

“Okay, you can have me. Seal our bond or whatever. I don’t care anymore.”

To my shock, Balor shook his head in denial. “I don’t think so, wee one.”

I blinked one, two, three times. “ Now you don’t want to? What kind of will-you, won’t-you fuckery are you pulling on me?”

“Oh, I want to. I want ya so bad I stare at ya every damn night, memorizin’ yer curves, the way yer eyelashes flutter when ya dream, the sweet sounds ya make when yer body yearns. But I won’t be havin’ ya like this. Like yer thrown’ me a bone.”

He leaned against the bone arch that he’d previously pointed out as once belonging to his ex-mate’s rib cage.

I hated him. I hated that smug look on his face, framed in gold and cinders. I hated how cocky he was. Most of all, I hated how much he turned me on.

“What do you want me to do?”

I didn’t miss the excited gleam behind his normal eye. He rubbed his beard in mock thought. “Let’s see… How should one proposition a king? I think gettin’ on yer knees is a good start.”