Grounded By Love (The Giant Wars #2)(21)

With a hand wrapped around her arm, and his other hand wrapped around the base of her skull Claira was stuck in place, as his head came descending down. Their lips met and bile rose up in Claira's throat. Robert groaned, as he tried to work his tongue past her tightly clamped lips.

He broke away. “Open those delicious lips of yours. There’s no one around.”

It was her chance, she tried to knee him, but she missed as Robert dodged. He kept a firm grip on her arm.

“Stop, Robert!” She yelled at him, trying to get some sense back into his head, but he clearly wasn't going to take no for an answer.

He stepped towards her, so Claira backed away. Reaching out a hand he clasped the front of her shirt, trying to yank her back towards him. All he managed to do was rip the front of her shirt, exposing the top of her breasts to his greedy view.

His eyes dive-bombed to her chest. A chest that was breathing so quickly it was bobbing her breasts a little. Although her chest hadn’t been completely bared to him, she felt fully exposed.

Robert smirked, and she felt some more bile build up in the back of her throat. He was letting his passion blur his reasoning. There was no way she would lay with him, after everything he’d done and was planning on doing to her.

“Did he touch you?” Robert asked as he kept openly ogling her breasts.

Her eyes widened at the question. “The rock giant?” She asked dumbly.

“Yes, the rock giant!” Robert barked, and she cringed at this strange side she’d never seen before.

“No!”

Kaeldar had kept his hands to himself, so far, unlike Robert. She folded her arms in front of her breasts, hiding them from Robert's gaze and trying to take up a defensive position. She hoped hiding them from his hungry gaze would return him to the man she used to know. Even if he hadn’t been her type, he had been sweet, or so she’d thought.

“Good, then you have yet to be ruined.”

“Ruined?” A spark of indignation flew through her.

“I wouldn’t want the seconds of a rock giant.”

Claira’s lips turned down in a frown. “The rock giant may not have touched me, but I can assure you that I have been with a man before.”

She could see the comment had fired him up, as his eyes bugged a bit, but then he waved it away. “As long as the giant didn’t touch you, I can forget the other men in your past. You will need to marry me and give up any hope of ever healing again.”

“Your wife?” Claira shook her head, as she took a couple more steps away from Robert. “I can't marry you! You can’t force something like that.”

She felt overwhelmed that he had turned on her like this so unexpectedly. Sure, he’d told the villagers about the rock giant, but attempting to go farther with her than a kiss? Especially, when she wasn't returning his feelings?

“You’d have to drag me to the altar.” She spat the words at him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “If that’s what it will take to make you my wife, so be it.”

Her mouth dropped open. Who was this person standing in front of her?

“But once I am done with you here, Claira, you will be mine. I can promise you that.” Robert gave her a wicked smile, before he charged forward.

Turning on her heel Claira sprinted into the forest, trying her best to push herself to go faster. She saw the look in his eyes, before she’d taken off. If he caught up to her, he would take her.

She shivered, as she tried to let her mind go blank. Her only thought was trying to keep in front of Robert. Thankfully, she’d healed her feet before this sprint. There were only slight pinpricks of pain, as her feet pounded against the unforgiving ground.

The brisk fall air whipped around her breasts, as they did nothing but get in the way. She wished she had been more of an active person. Her breathing was beginning to thin out, and she could feel her leg muscles begging her to stop. A burning sensation spread throughout her chest, as she kept trying to gulp down air.

Claira risked a glance behind her, only to see Robert still hot on her tail. The panic started to set in. He didn't look as tired as she felt. She needed to last until he gave up on her.

Looking back in the direction she was running her eyes widen as she tried to jump over a log she hadn't seen. At first, she thought she’d made it, but her toe slightly touched it and sent her flying off balance. Tripping over herself, she landed on her side.

Claira cursed, as she pushed herself back up to her feet, but Robert was on her in seconds. Kicking her legs, she tried to get him off of her, but she couldn't budge him. So she turned in Robert's grasp and swung a closed fist. When her fist connected with his jaw, she felt a sense of satisfaction flare through her.

Grunting Robert released her for a split second, but it was long enough for her to wiggle free. Robert recovered quickly, and he was on her once again. She could tell he was desperate not to let her go.

Panic set in. Her heart raced away, as she saw the determination in his eyes. Her blood froze, as Robert climbed on top of her. There was no way out of this. She had no one to help her, and Robert had already sapped most of her strength with the run.





Chapter 9


Kaeldar woke feeling groggy and confused.

“Water! Bring me water!” He bellowed out roughly.

Looking down at his wound he was pleasantly surprised. The redness was down, and though puffy he could stretch his arm without too much pain. This human female knew what she was doing, when it came to healing.