“You have as long as ya need. Search forever for all I care.”
“What if I get hungry?”
I took several steps toward a dilapidated building and sat on a portion of an old pillar, which made for a convenient stool, with the column lying in pieces several feet away. “Then find something to eat. This is the Otherworld. Magic makes the soil rich with nutrients; food grows everywhere.”
“But if I eat the food, won’t I be trapped here?”
I smiled to myself. She was already trapped. “Someone’s been readin’ too many fairy tales.”
I plucked a juicy berry from a nearby bush to demonstrate. It was a plump berry that I couldn’t recall the name of, but it was almost as large as my head. I plucked one of the round orbs of flesh clinging to its core and sank my teeth in, juice soaking into my pants and making my erection more noticeable than before.
Maeve’s eyelashes fluttered as she took in the way juice soaked my lips and gushed down my chin. No doubt she was thinking of how I’d feasted on her soaking cunt just minutes ago.
When I ran my tongue over my lips, groaning softly at the sweet nectar hitting my taste buds, she quickly averted her attention to her search among the clovers. “I’ll find a four-leaf clover, and when I do you’ll take me back to Ireland.”
That wasn’t the deal. I told her if she found a four-leaf clover, I wouldn’t be making her my mate after all. I didn’t bother correcting her. She could search until her eyeballs wore out. She wouldn’t be finding one.
I grinned smugly to myself and kicked my legs up on the broken pillar, making myself comfortable. “Whatever, ya little misfortune. Whatever ya say.”
Chapter Eleven
Maeve
My search bled into the next day and continued well into mid-afternoon. I was cold and tired. My fingers had gone numb from sorting through the dewy-grass, and my sore muscles begged for rest.
I wasn’t sure when I’d nodded off. I bolted up from where I’d curled up in the soft bed of clovers, disoriented, panic immediately setting in. Had I broken some unspoken rule of our arrangement by falling asleep?
Relief lifted my chest when I found Balor fast asleep on the other side of the ruins, lounging against the broken pillar. A strange fusion of disgust and arousal came over me when I noticed his pants were shoved down his hips with his cock in his hand.
Sometime in the night, he’d jerked off—the evidence still trickled down the length of his shaft, the giant wet spot on his pants giving way to the fact that there had been alotof cum.
This sick bastard had touched himself while I slept. An unwelcome warmth curled between my thighs.
“Stupid vagina,” I scolded myself beneath my breath. “This isn’t one of your smutty monster books.”
Balor was clear across the other side of the ruins, and I’d spoken in a paper thin whisper, yet my words jerked him from his sleep.
Our eyes locked.
His cock twitched under my attention and he licked his lips, that wicked tongue sliding suggestively over his green hued flesh.
That tongue. The things it did to me last night…
“Sleep well, wee one?”
I shot him an angry glare and turned my attention back to my task of sorting through the clovers, trying to pretend he wasn’t there and failing miserably.
What did he care if I got any rest? What kind of mind games was he trying to play? Did I trust him enough to fall asleep again? Hell no. But what choice would I have if I didn’t find a four-leaf clover soon?
I’d slept for at least a handful of hours. At least I had more energy to extend my search. There’d be no stopping until I found that four-leaf clover. If I didn’t, I’d die trying. How fitting that I was already in a graveyard? Of all the bones scattered among the ruins, I was positive I’d be the only human here. Better to die of exposure than by busting open around this monster’s offensively large dick. Though, exposure to what, I wasn’t sure.
The weather here was perfect, as was the temperature. Warm, almost tropic in the way the sun and breeze brushed my skin in equal proportions. There was plenty of shade when I felt likeI’d had too much direct sunlight, and Balor was right—there was food everywhere.
Letting myself starve sounded like a painful death, and knowing Balor he’d probably force feed me when it came down to it. So I plucked myself a peculiar but tasty looking giant berry and took my fill before continuing my search.
Night descended. After countless hours of fruitless searching, I curled up in the plush bed of clovers for a break.Only a break, I’ll just close my eyes for a few minutes…
Is what I told myself.
