Chapter 6

6

Kilgore

“ A re you going to feed me, or am I supposed to starve all day?”

I peek my eye open at the sound of her sassy little voice. She’s bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, giving me an angry glare. I look through the window at the height of the sun and am shocked I slept so long. I can’t remember the last time I woke beyond daybreak. And I don’t think I’ve slept so soundly since I was in my mother’s womb.

“If you’re going to keep me locked in this jail cell, can you at least make sure I have snacks and a drink, and something to keep me occupied so I don’t die of boredom while you sleep the day away?”

I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit up, turning toward my grumpy girl who is freshly showered and has changed into one of my shirts, making herself right at home—which makes me happy. She, on the other hand, is not happy. “Do you always wake this cheery?”

“When I’m being held against my will and forced to listen to a beast’s snore for hours? Yes.”

I shake my head on a chuckle. “All right, sunshine. Your wish is my command.” I rise from the bed and stretch, noticing her eyes studying my chest. She’s staring at my bare pecs, looking her fill with no apologies, nor does she need any. I like having her eyes on me. I like watching them grow heavier and darker the longer they stare. When her throat draws deep on a hard swallow, my dick flexes between my legs. He rose this morning with the croak of her stubborn voice and is now soaking in her attention.

“See something you’re hungry for, Little Red?” I’d be more than happy to feed her an orgasm before breakfast.

Her eyes pop up and she shakes her head on a huff, quickly locking up her jaw and stiffening her little shoulders. Her cheeks are now blazing red, but I don’t think her anger is the culprit this time. I think she’s embarrassed she got caught craving the big bad giant “Do not make assumptions. I’m just shocked by the amount of hair you have on your chest, you big ape.”

Again, the amusement rumbles out of me. This little wildfire is going to be a thorn in my side and give me one hell of a fight, but I’m eager for the battle. Ready for her wintery storm.

“I’ll be right back. This big ape needs to get all cleaned up for his pretty girl. In case you change your mind and decide you need me to calm your little ass down again.”

She huffs out her frustration and a pillow gets launched at my head. It falls to the ground, and I smirk as I turn my back and head to the bathroom. The little elf is pint sized, but Gods, is she strong-willed and brazen. Her fire will serve her well here, living amongst the giants. Although, she won’t see them very much. After the last time they tried to break into my home, I think they finally learned I am not a giant to be trifled with.

I step under the cool water, trying to simmer the anger that’s now stirred inside my gut. All my life my brothers and cousins have believed themselves better than me. They all believe themselves stronger and wiser. Yet, every year, I’m the one who handles the most wicked threats against our realm. I’m the one who slays the biggest monsters. But denial is a genetic trait that seems to run through my entire bloodline because they’ve all cast me out as a leper, and only ever call on me when danger is lurking and they need my help. The rest of the time, they want nothing to do with me.

The rejection tries to take its usual stab in my chest but it doesn’t take hold this time. Now, I have someone special in my life. Someone who makes me smile. Someone who makes me laugh. Who makes me as hard as a fucking boulder.

The thought of her stubborn little ass and the way that perfect rear took her punishment last night has me grabbing the soap and lathering up the stiff club protruding between my legs. I tug on my thick shaft, replaying the memory of her tight little body constricting around my finger. Her tiny frame taking me deep without a flinch. I thought she wouldn’t be able to handle my thick digit, but she swallowed it whole and her body begged for more as she pushed back against me, meeting my every thrust.

It wasn’t until I saw the blood on my fingers that I realized I’d broken past her innocent barrier. My intention was never to take her virginity in such a rough manner, but at least it didn’t cause her pain. Gods, she tasted good. Like honey and vanilla with a hint of copper, and a dash of her own elvish spice. She’s like my very own Christmas cookie.

I need to get my tongue between her thighs. Need to lap her nectar up straight from the source. My balls tighten and my seed goes shooting down the drain as I bite my fist to hold back the groan trying to rip from my chest. She already thinks I’m a beast. If she hears my wild roar of her name, she’ll detest me further. Consider me a true monster.

I want her to fall in love with me. I wish for her to want to be mine. But my wishes have never come true; therefore, I will not get my hopes up.