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“Yes,” I said.
He thrust harder, his rhythm faltering. I felt his cock thicken, and then warmth flooded me. He kissed me hard, nipping at my lips. I’d thought we’d be finished now, but I realized he was still hard inside me. My heart raced when he flipped me over onto my knees, pressing against my back until my cheek was against the sheets.
He gripped my hips and thrust into me from behind. Balor moaned and pushed in deep, holding still for a moment, as if he was savoring every second. Then he began thrusting into me again, not going slow or being gentle. He took what he wanted, what he needed. It wasn’t long before I felt the warmth of his release again.
He eased out of me, and fell to the bed beside me, drawing me against his chest. My eyes burned with unshed tears at what I’d done to this man. I’d tricked him into claiming me. I only hoped it was enough, that the prophecy had just fully come true. I didn’t think I could handle it if he sent me back. I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of his house alive. I’d gone to a man known for his cruelty. He was more beast than man, or so the rumors said.
* * *
Balor
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I blinked against the brightness, my head throbbing. Muscles I hadn’t used in a while protested as I shifted slightly. I felt the warmth of another body against me, her scent wrapping around me and holding me immobile. The sheets were tangled around my legs. The faint scent of sex lingered in the air.
I wasn’t sure what had happened last night. My thoughts were fuzzy, and I tried to piece things together. I turned my head and saw a beautiful redhead lying next to me. Her fiery hair was a stark contrast against my dark sheets. She looked peaceful, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. The sheet covered her from the waist down, but I could see every inch of her creamy skin above that.
My gaze skittered around the room. I saw her clothes near the door leading to my bathroom, and my own littering the floor. I swallowed hard, trying to remember everything. It had been so surreal, I’d almost thought I was dreaming. But it would seem I’d very much been awake. I stared at her, the realization hitting me that I’d slept with the witch lying next to me.
She mumbled in her sleep, her nose wrinkling. I tensed, my gaze never leaving her. I wanted to know what she’d done to me, and why. Because I’d realized one thing. It wasn’t a dream. I’d had sex with this woman, and from the soreness in my muscles, I’d guess more than once. I felt something deep inside me respond to her presence. The witch had power, and she’d used it against me. But why? What had she hoped to gain?
Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times before focusing on me. The moment she realized I was awake, her eyes widened, and she scooted away from me, her gaze darting around the room. I didn’t know if she was looking for her clothes, or for an escape route. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“What did you do to me?” I asked, my voice eerily calm. I was angry, but I wouldn’t show it. Not yet. I’d hold back until she gave me a reason to show my displeasure. First I’d give her a chance to confess.
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “I didn’t do anything.”
I lifted a brow. “Try again, little witch. I might not remember everything from last night, but I know you used a spell on me. I can feel it. Now are you going to tell me why? Or do I need to drag it out of you?”
She sat up, and her hands shook as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself. I hadn’t missed the way her gaze had dropped to my chest, nor the slight widening of her eyes. I wasn’t sure if she was afraid of me, or if she liked what she saw. Maybe both.
“I had to,” she said. “It was the only way.”
“The only way to what?” I asked.
She licked her lips, and I saw the way her hands clenched the sheet. “To save me.”
“You cast a spell on me to save yourself?” I snorted. “You’ve got about five seconds to start talking, or I might forget I don’t hurt women. I have ways of making you talk that don’t require me to lay a finger on you.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“There’s always a choice, little witch. Now tell me why you used a spell to get me to fuck you. You gave me a magick roofie?”
Her eyes widened. “It’s not… that’s not what I did.”
“No?” I forced my voice to remain low, even though I wanted to snarl. “Because it sure as fuck sounds like that’s exactly what you did.”
“Please.” Her voice wobbled. “I meant it when I said I didn’t have a choice.”
Her magick hadn’t impacted me as much as I was claiming. But I wasn’t letting her off easily. While yes, it had affected me to some extent, and made my memory a bit foggy, I hadn’t been entirely out of it. With the difference in our power levels, I had to have wanted her on some level to allow her magick to work on me at all. Perhaps my body instinctively knew something I hadn’t yet figured out.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. “You stole my free will. I’m going to count to three, and you’re going to tell me why. One.”
“Please, don’t do this.”
“Two.” I nipped her earlobe and took a deep breath, her scent invading my senses. “Last chance, little witch.”
I felt the power crackling through the air seconds before I heard her murmured words. “Aradhel en’ naur.”
“Three,” I said, even as her spell wrapped around me. I felt the bindings tighten, but I had power of my own. And I didn’t need to speak the spell to use it. I grinned as I shattered her bindings and used my magick to bind her in return.