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Chapter Eight

Maeve

P inned against the ground, I felt reduced to prey.

This man, if he could even be called that, was going to hurt me. I wasn’t all that scared at first, back when he’d made me believe it was going to be quick. Painful, sure. But over in a matter of seconds, minutes at most.

All hope of a quick death went down the drain the moment he kissed me.

There was sinister magic in that kiss.

The goosebumps from his touch were still stiff on my skin. His fingers were rough and his groping hands firm, but they lacked the meanness in his expression.

There was a curiosity to his probing touch. Not only had he not been with a woman in centuries, but if it was true that he couldn’t control his fire with humans, I was the first human he’d ever kissed.

By the look in his eye, he wasn’t about to stop there.

Panic set in when he lifted my skirt.

He had every intention of fucking me right here in the street.

“No! What if someone sees?” I tried to push my skirt back down, but he swatted my hands away with an annoyed growl.

“Let them see. You’re a beautiful woman, the first to mate with the king of the giants. You’ll wear me with pride.”

He slipped a thick finger under the thin strip of fabric covering my pussy and ripped it like tissue paper. My entire body burned as a maelstrom of emotions whirled in my gut.

This is actually happening.

Part of me wanted to surrender to him, which made no damn sense. This was a monster who’d gone down in mythology for being one of the most evil, destructive forces known to man.

There was a reason my ancestors had trapped him with the curse.

So why was my body so responsive to him?

Was he placing some kind of spell on me with the magic leaking out from his eyepatch? And what did the gods have anything to do with this?

I’d always been of the mind that god, or any higher power, didn’t exist. If they did, how could they let my parents and grandparents die? How could they leave me with nothing?

Maybe the gods did exist, and they just got off on torturing me.

“No…” My small hands pushed against his massive chest.

Balor hunched down between my legs and laughed, his hot breath sweeping over my exposed center. “Like it or not, the gods have promised you to me, Maeve McCrum. They’ve taken yer punishment for what yer family did to me and all of Ireland into their hands. There’ll be no fightin’ it.”

Was I weak for feeling myself succumb to the spell, or whatever in the magical fuckery was making me arch into his touch? Or was I just so jaded that I’d gone numb to all the misfortune crashing down on my chest in violent waves?

His breath on my skin was pleasantly warm. His touch promised both pleasure and pain. He smelled woefully familiar. Like home. Even though I wasn’t sure what home was anymore.

I was just tettering on the edge of “fuck it.”

As if he could sense the war going down between my body and my mind, Balor rubbed his thumb against my thigh in slow, smoothing circles. “Open your legs, Maeve.”

Maybe it was my name in his mouth, wrapped in his husky voice, with its strange and ancient accent that had me burning up in a full-bodied blush. Or just the fact that this monster was about to eat me out in the open.

I’d read books like this. I’d touched myself to scenes just like this one.

“Let your king taste you.”

My pussy clenched at his request. “You’re not my king…”

My protests were getting weaker and as he gripped my legs in both hands—his massive digits easily wrapping all the way around. I didn’t resist as he guided them open.

“Be gentle?”

Balor had thrown me off with his brief moment of gentleness. Probably just a part of his new plan to torture me. I knew I’d made a mistake in letting my guard down the instant his mouth contorted into an evil smirk.

“No,” he rumbled.

The giant slipped his hand under my ass, managing to squeeze both cheeks with one hand while lifting my bottom half off the ground.

His free hand wrapped around my thigh, keeping me pried open for his invasive gaze. I was grateful that he had his eye patch covering his evil eye. I felt exposed enough.

The giant dove down, tongue flicking out to paint a lick from my folds to my anus. I jerked in his grip with a gasp and was met with an evil grin, close enough that I could feel it curl against my flesh.

Molten bliss zapped up my spine. In a matter of seconds, I was reduced to a quivering mess of moans and pants and pathetic pleas that fell on merciless ears.

Balor ate me out with all the zeal of a rabid animal. He groaned against my swollen clit like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

My nerves exploded with pleasure so intense, it temporarily drowned out the voice in my head screaming at me to get away from this monster the first chance I got.

“Fuck…” I wanted to close my eyes but I forced them open, keeping them peeled for any cars coming up the street.

So far, there was no sign of life. Part of me was glad.

Forget the fact that I was exposed, my back flat on the cold pavement.

If someone came along, how was I supposed to explain the mythological creature between my legs?

Or the two dead bodies laying in the empty lot where my store should have been?

The other part of me—the one getting quieter by the second—hoped someone would come along to rescue me. It was just my luck, or lack thereof, that the street was empty.

There was so much strength packed behind the giant’s tongue. He set a ferocious rhythm against my skin, with the plump appendage swirling over every inch of my labia, slathering a lick over my clit before plunging into my pussy and repeating the sequence.

His pace picked up. Deeper and deeper his tongue dove.

I thrashed against his hold and his grip turned bruising.

His tongue wriggled inside me, the tip teasing my G-spot and his rumbling laugh sunk straight to my core, turning my nerves to goo.

Balor mumbled something in Irish, a broken curse. I ripped my attention from the street, daring to peek at the beast devouring me whole. At this rate, he’d eat me until there was nothing left.

Fat beads of saliva oozed down my thighs and soaked into my skirt. His obscene slurping noises made my blush burn hot.

I tried to bite back the embarrassing sounds crawling up my throat. They slipped out, strangled and swollen.

The giant pulled his tongue from me with a wet plop and pinned me down with a diabolic grin, his nostrils flaring.

“Ya fecking like that more than ya thought, don’t ya, wee one?” His voice was dark and full of grit. “Now come for me.”

“T–then, you’ll let me go?”

Another guttural laugh had my inner walls fluttering. “Don’t be a fool. I’ve waited ages for this. Yer family took everything from me, forced me to serve them for centuries. Now, the last of their blood serves me .”