“Tell me what you want,” he huffed, his barreling breaths punctuated with a growl on every jab of his hips.
“I want… I want… Your cum…”
“Say it again. Louder. I want the ghosts of all my kin to hear what a pathetic little whore you are. I want them to know that the last McCrum is no longer a monster hunter. Only a monster fucker.”
The pleasure, the pain, the praise and the degradation was the perfect concoction to send me hurtling over the edge. I babbled for his cum, begging and pleading, not caring how pathetic I sounded. At that moment, I felt like an animal. “Please. Please.Please,Balor.”
The more I begged, the harder he fucked me. I sobbed from the force of my orgasm, shell-shocked by his unrelenting force. As I rode the final ebbs of it, he bit down on my shoulder.
Unholy fuck.It was a mating bite, but it wasn’t like anything my books had ever described. Excruciating pain tore through my system and for a moment, I felt like he’d set me on fire. It was as if my immunity to his flames was gone the moment he’d bitten me.
It was more than a bite. He’d branded me.
The wound sizzled, his fangs burning my flesh with a white hot pain that had my brain shorting out. When I screamed, he came, and the torrent of cum filling me quickly washed the inferno away like a salve.
He came until he was dripping down my thighs. For several moments he didn’t pull out. He just held me there against the rib bone, showering the new brand on my shoulder with delicate and reverent kisses.
“That’s my girl. Ya did so good fer me,” he praised, his tone choked with emotion. “My human. My mate. My queen.”
Chapter Eighteen
Balor
Idid it. I made Maeve McCrum, the last surviving member of the line that had torn my family and my world apart, my bonded mate. For years, I’d daydreamed about slaughtering her. Instead, I’d given her the most valuable thing I had to give. My fealty, my love, my obsession. Yet, I felt vindicated. I finally felt at peace.
I gathered my new mate in my arms and carried her over to the corner of the ruins where the foliage was lushest, and sat us down in the grass with her curled up in my lap.
She looked smaller and more delicate than ever. I traced the fresh brand on her shoulder, marking her as mine. Using some magic, I healed the raw and angry wound. When the shimmering amber light dancing across her skin faded, the teeth marks werenothing more than faint silvery lines on her skin. “There, all better.”
Maeve mumbled her thanks and buried her head into my chest. It wasn’t until her shoulders started to quiver that I realized she was weeping.
“Why are ya crying? Was it too much for ya?”
She lifted her head from my chest, her cheeks puffy and stained with tears. I imagined her pussy was in a similar state. “Too much and somehow not enough…”
“That’s normal.” I cupped her head and stroked the apple of her cheek with my thumb. "Don’t worry yer wee head. We’ll have all of eternity to keep doing that. Again and again.”
“Eternity?” She gaped at me like I had a pixie crawlin’ out of my nose. “I’m human.”
I snorted. “Haven’t fergotten.”
“We don’t live very long. I’m twenty-nine years old. I’ll be lucky if I have another six decades in me. You’ve probably had naps longer than that.”
I smiled and wiped her tears with the back of my knuckle. “That last part may be true. But ya’ve eaten the food here. There’s a reason Tír na nÓg translates to Land of the Young. A meal here once in a spell will keep ya alive as long as me.”
Her eyes widened to the size of boulders as the truth set in. “That had to be the reason why my people tried to take over your lands.”
“One of the many reasons,” I confirmed with a sigh.
“I’m not sure I feel worthy of such a thing… Or that Iwantto live forever. I’m just a human with a bachelor’s in finance. Why shouldIget to live forever?”
“Now that ya have my mark, yer not exactly a normal human. Yer queen of the giants.”
“Queen.” She said it like it was a joke. “The five foot queen of the giants?”
“Since all my kin are dust,” I gestured to the bones strewn about my castle ruins, “yer not gonna have much complaint about yer size.”
“Even still, I don’t know if I feel like much of a queen.” Maeve looked down at her naked form. She was covered in marks that would be bruises by morning, and she was sweaty and crusted in cum. She also hadn’t bathed in longer than what she was accustomed to, but for me it only heightened her natural scent, making my mouth water.
