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Chapter Nine

Maeve

I wanted to spit in his eye again, but he was back inside me, pumping his tongue into me at a pace that had tears spilling down my face. I wanted to fight the orgasm out of defiance.

There was no fighting it off.

The orgasms slammed into me with a devastating force, my muscles spasming and my pussy clamping down on his tongue.

It wasn’t until I came back down from the forced euphoria that Balor withdrew from me. He set me on the ground and I melted onto the cool pavement.

I made the mistake of thinking it was over.

The rustling of fabric had me lifting my head to see Balor unbuckling the strap of leather holding up his patchwork trousers.

My eyes widened as I watched. “What are you doing with that?”

“Leashin’ you so you don’t skitter off.” He looped the makeshift collar around my neck and gave it a testing tug. “Should have done the same to my other pet.”

I blinked. “Your other pet?”

“Gilly, the shop cat.”

“Gilly is my cat!” It was a silly thing to argue given the circumstances. My house, which was in all reality some kind of Irish death god, had forced me to orgasm in the street, and was now putting me on a leash like I was some kind of fucking animal.

He’d taken everything from me in a single night, and now he was laying claim to the last thing on earth that was mine, even though I had no idea where she was or if I’d ever see her again.

“Gilly is mine,” he corrected. His fiery brows gnashed together, sending embers dancing in the twirl of smoke radiating from his brawny shoulders. “When a cat lives inside you for years, it becomes yours.”

“Creepy logic.”

His grin turned mean, and his fingers clenched tight around my leash, making the leather groan. “That means you’re mine too.”

With a jerk on the leather strap, he pulled my lips to his in a searing kiss. I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He tasted dark and sweet. Like rum and poison and ancient magic, laced together with smoke and lust.

I hated how his flavor had me leaning into him, suckling on his lip for more delicious beads of his blood.

Why’s it so damn good?

This monster’s blood was like a drug, heady and addictive. It shot straight to my head, and I moaned as another drop dissolved onto my taste buds.

Balor broke the kiss to pull himself out of his pants.

I found myself staring at the girthiest, veiniest cock I’d ever seen.

Instantly, I sobered from whatever magic-induced spell I’d been under, and panic set in.

I might as well have been staring down the barrel of a shotgun for how much danger I realized I was in.

This bastard was huge. It didn’t matter if his flaming aura couldn’t hurt me. His giant cock sure as shit could.

The appendage was the same grayish green hue as the rest of his skin, except for his mushroom head, which was a soft pink. The network of veins wrapping his lengthy shaft was so complex, my brain stalled out imagining what the texture would feel like.

As if all that wasn’t enough to process, Balor wore a golden cuff at his base which gleamed in the street lamp’s halo of light.

I didn’t know where he thought he was sticking that, but it wasn’t going to be inside me.

“I don’t want you! I don’t want this.” I snarled, trying to kick him away.

His grip on my leg turned punishing, and he jerked on the belt around my throat like I was a bad dog. “Ya have no choice in this, little misfortune. I am owed my vengeance, and the gods have given ya to me as payment.”

A frustrated tear leaked from my eye and he reached for me, catching it on his finger.

It sizzled away as soon as it hit his flesh.

“We are fated. I can feel it, drawing me close to ya, even though I wanted nothing more than to crush yer bones to dust. Even when ya were a wee child. There’s no fightin’ it.

Though I’ll enjoy watchin’ ya try. You have a fire in ye that makes me hard as stone. Makes me feel like a man again.”

My attention dropped back to his bare cock. A vein running along the length of his shaft throbbed, and a fat drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip, the pearlescent rope gleaming before snapping and soaking into his pants.

“You are pleased.”

I nearly choked on my own saliva. Did I hear him wrong? Pleased?

He fisted his cock; it was giant even by comparison in his massive hand. Somehow, the golden cuff at its base made it look all the more formidable.

Finding myself trapped in a staring contest with the beastly member, I snapped my eyes up to find Balor grinning proudly. “When you look at it, a delicious scent leaks from your cunt. Your body is begging for me to seal our bond.”

I wasn’t sure what bond he was talking about, but I got the gist of what he was saying.

My attention slid back to his aggressive erection, draped in cum and gold.

I swallowed hard.

Balor of the evil eye was going to fuck me. Then I’d be his forever. That was, if I could survive him and his insanely large cock.

He would stretch me to my limit, and beyond.

Before, he'd said he had the power to grow larger. I wasn’t sure why he hadn’t yet. Cold dread stabbed at me as I considered that maybe he hadn’t yet, only because he was waiting until he was inside me.

It would be a cruel and horrible way to kill me. That was probably his plan.

As much as I hated him, as much as I knew on a logical level that I had to find a way to get away from him before he could seal our bond , my body wanted him.

My pussy throbbed and fluttered, desperate for more.

My skin was tingling with pleasure from where he gripped me with a hunger that would leave bruises in the morning.

I’d never admit it to him. I could barely admit it to myself, but my body wanted him. He was the enemy, and now, so was my own body.

“You evil fucking monster—” My outburst was cut off with a pinch to my labia. It didn’t feel sexual. It was demeaning, like he was flicking a bad cat on the nose. The jerk he gave to the makeshift leash did nothing to make me feel like less of a naughty animal.

“Keep it up and I’ll show ya—make ya feel every feckin’ inch of just how monstrous I am.”

Headlights in the distance had me gasping. It was like a bucket of icy cold water had been dumped on my head, tearing me from whatever spell held me in his trance.

“Help!” I screamed, waving my arms. “Somebody help me!”

We were on an old commercial street, and the sleepy end of it at that. Everyone had gone home, and not even late night St. Paddy’s drinkers were within ear shot. But the car in the distance filled me with a surge of hope.

“HELP—”

Balor plucked me off the ground, grumbling in guttural Irish. Tucking my thrashing body beneath his arm, he walked a few steps until we were tucked out of view from the street.

That in itself would have been enough to dash my hopes of rescue… Until a magical doorway appeared in between the alley trash bins in a swirl of flame and cinder.

On the other side of the doorway, it was green and lush. Absolutely beautiful.

And every little cell in my body was abuzz with ancient instincts, telling me this place wasn’t for humans, and if I went in there, I wouldn't be coming back.

I screamed and begged and kicked at Balor. None of it worked.

He only swatted my butt, scolding me for being noisy, and stepped forward into the Otherworld.

The path back to my world, and all hope of ever going back, vanished in a blink.