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“Because,” I say with a huff, glaring at the big ogre. “I’m not awake.”
He squints at me. “Your eyes are open.”
“Of course they look open to you, but onmybed, where I’msleeping, they’re closed.” I pinch myself again. Ow. Okay, that fucking hurts. I’m not dreaming. This isn’t Earth and the ogre’s name is Orcus and he’s not gross or even that scary. He smells like rich, musky goodness but that’s beside the point.
This is fine. Everything is okay. I can make the best of this. I always do. It’ll be easy. All I have to do is find a way to get back to Earth so I can… oh, god. Edgar! He can’t be left alone for long, and I don’t want him to think I’ve abandoned him.
“Orcus, I have to find a way back.”
“Why don’t you use the magic that brought you here? Why don’t you ask Hecate to help you?”
What does the Greek goddess have to do with this? Why is he so certain someone would force a bond on him? As far as I can tell, he’s a butthead.
“Or are you afraid of her wrath when she finds out you used your powers to fake a bond,witch?” He hisses the last part.
Goodbye panic, hello anger.
“I don’t have any magic,” I snap, then take a calming breath. I can’t lose my shit. I can’t. I have to stay calm. “I don’t know how I got here. I didn’t even know thesebondsactually existed until you told me we had one! I want. To go. Home.”Right, not doing so well with the whole controlling my anger bit.I force my features to soften, and I smile at him. “Will you help me?”
The ogre considers me, probably wondering if I’m serious. I take the moment to look him over. Definitely over nine-feet-tall but maybe not quite ten feet. Green skin—not the shade of those cheap alien toys, but a deep, rich tone. His tusks are pearly white, and I’ve spent an unreasonable amount of time ogling them. Perfect for holding. A soft layer of fat covers his stomach, but he’s still clearly more hard than squishy. Dad bod isn’t quite the right description, considering his torso is a bit longer and wider than that of any man’s, but it’s close enough. Biceps, bulging. Check. Chest, muscled. Check. Thighs, thick—and I meanthicc. Check. Cock, big. Massive. And those wide blue veins.
Oh shit. Now I’m the one staring.My gaze jumps to meet his. He’s giving me that look again. Hooded eyes. Smirking. A carnal hunger,his hunger, ripples over my body.
He takes a step toward me, the stone ground trembling, and my eyes drop to his swaying shaft. Impossibly big, like three human cocks put together. I guess that explains the pain. How was that thing inside of me?
“What do they call you?” he asks, taking another step. His dick swings to the right like a pendulum. Maybe he’s the one with magic. “You do have a name, don’t you?”
I nod, still staring at his shaft.
A dark chuckle brushes down my spine and more of that heady, needy ache slithers through the bond. “If you keep looking at it, I’ll see if that pretty mouth can fit around it.”
Doubtful, but I’ve never been one to quit without trying.
Dammit, I need to focus. I’m not on Earth. He’s an ogre. I’m desperately horny since it’s been far too long since the last time I attempted sex with a living, breathing person. That thing will tear me apart.
It hadn’t though,a voice of chaos counters the one of reason.
“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbles. A giant towel appears out of nowhere, and he wraps it around his waist.
Aw, man.
I bite my cheek and tip my head, ignoring the way heat crawls up my neck, or the way my nipples grow taut. “I’m naked too,” I rasp.
I’m full of useless observations today. One giant cock sighting and this is what I become? How did I ever think I’d know what to do with a prince?
Orcus’ attention drops down my body. The thing between us pulses and we both moan at the promise of pleasure. His eyebrows draw down. “Hecate,” he growls and stomps away.
Reappearing, he drapes a towel over my shoulders. The material is so big it completely covers me, but it’s surprisingly soft and warm.
He squats down in front of me, but I still have to crane my neck to meet his gaze. “What’s your name?” He’s scrutinizing me, waiting for some type of magic trick most likely.
“Daisy,” I say with a cautious smile. Instead of arguing with him, maybe I should try to help him understand I’m truly not from this world.
Humming, he searches my face. “What does it mean?”
“Uh, it’s a flower. What does Orcus mean?”
He squints. “Still playing pretend? Everyone knows that name comes from the tallest mountain in the Nether Realm.” Studying me with blatant distrust, he continues. “Though perhaps my father didn’t tell you about his fascination with that realm when he hired you for the job, witch.”
