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 hecouldn’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.
