by Nora Ash
“Kain.”
The pity in her voice cut through his memories, and he looked down at her to see it reflected in her eyes as well.
“Maybe now you see why I can’t do to you what my instincts are screaming at me to do.” He searched her eyes for the dawning realization of what horrors he was saving her from, but all he saw there were empathy and sorrow.
Her hand moved from his chest to his cheek, cupping it gently. “I am not like her. And you are not like your father.”
He opened his mouth to answer her, but her lips pressed down over his before he could find the words.
Softly and gently she kissed him, and the tenderness of it made heat rush from his lips throughout his body, soothing the old pain in its wake.
“Let me prove it to you,” Selma mumbled without lifting her head from the kiss. “Give me this one night to prove to you that you are so much more than your past and your instincts.” Another kiss, so soft he could have imagined it. “Let me repay you just a little of everything you’ve done for me.”
He should have said no—should have refused her offer, because he knew he’d never get enough if he allowed himself another taste, but it wasn’t instinct that made him pull her up so she lay on his chest, nor his body’s desperate need that slowly answered her kiss.
It was that soft ache in his chest that seemed to be so tightly connected to the little Breeder he’d claimed. It bloomed from where she rested against him, down through his stomach and all the way out into his fingertips, where it transformed into something else—a lightness that soothed his fear.
Her lips turned just a tad more demanding when he gave in, the pressure of them against his increasing ever so slightly before her tongue dipped in between the seam of his mouth.
Kain accepted her without hesitation, his hands traveling down her back until they rested around her full ass before he even realized what he was doing. But Selma just hummed appreciatively at his eagerness, flicking her tongue against his in light, teasing movements that had his head spinning and his cock throbbing. Just when he was about to lose the will to hold back, she broke the kiss. He caught the mischievous glimmer in her eyes before she dipped her head back down, this time going for his jawline. With light nips and kisses that went straight to his groin she traveled down to his throat, continuing the blissful torment. Kain groaned under her ministrations, clutching harder at her backside to keep himself anchored. The feel of her featherlight caresses chipped away at his self control slowly but inescapably, until his entire body pulsed with the same, bone deep need as his hard cock.
“Selma,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt at keeping himself in check when she pushed his shirt up so her warm mouth could close over his left nipple. “I can’t … oh!” Her deep suction on the little bud sent sharp jolts down his spine, momentarily ruining his ability to form words. No one had ever touched him this way. The human women he’d brought home had enjoyed the look of his body, but he never let them explore much—had always been too focused on sating the need for a climax between a female’s thighs.
“Yes, you can,” she said, once she lifted her head to focus on his other nipple. “This is how I feel, when you touch me.”
His eyes rolled back in his head when her pert little tongue swiped out, sending more shocks though his spine.
Kain was so absorbed in the sensations her attentions sent throughout his body, greedily trying to focus on every lick and every suckle that he didn’t realize where her hand had disappeared to, before it grabbed at his cock inside his boxers.
He hissed in surprise, his own hands squeezing her ass hard enough to make her mewl.
With some unknown strength of will he released his grip on her, placing his hands along his sides, palms down. He wanted nothing more than to grab and stroke her soft body before flipping her over and burying his aching shaft deep inside of her, but the pleasure of her gentle seduction was too intense to ruin with his impatience.
“So eager,” she murmured as she stroked her hand up along his pulsing member, freeing it from the boxer shorts. She turned her attention from his torso to the pole of flesh rising proudly between his thighs, biting her lip involuntarily as she did.
The sight nearly made him come undone.
She was flushed with desire, her breathing coming in small pants, though her need wasn’t as unnaturally all consuming as when she’d had her mark manipulated. His body, and even the wide girth she couldn’t span both hands around, clearly excited her—the heavier scent of her arousal emphasized that fact when it hit his nostrils—and he had to clutch at the sheets to stop himself from taking charge.
“I want to bury myself in your slick little pussy,” he growled, choosing to give his desires a voice instead of acting on them as he normally would have. “Every inch, until my balls slap against your gorgeous ass, and you cry out from pleasure.”
Selma made a squeaky little noise, a mix between a pant and a whimper, and her hand squeezed harder around his cock as it stroked back down with a jerking movement that had his hips lift eagerly.
“Let me touch you, little one,” he pleaded, slightly frantic with need now. “I want to fuck you, need to feel you tighten around me.”
Her lips quirked into a smile, but her eyes stayed on his thick girth. “Soon.”
Kain would have argued—was moments away from begging—but before he managed to open his mouth to do so, she wrapped her other hand around his shaft, moving both in tandem to squeeze his hard length.
“This feels amazing,” she murmured, not taking her eyes from what she was doing. “You’re so hot, so thick … I love how silky soft, yet relentlessly hard you are against my palms.”
He groaned unintelligibly, way too focused on the sensation of her comparatively small hands massaging him to take in her praise. He’d known lust since he hit puberty, and had known the pleasures of the flesh for years, but never had he felt what she awakened in him with every caress and every squeeze. The tender thing in his chest throbbed and mingled with the hot burn of lust, leaving him suspended in a near-maddening state of consciousness. When she bent over to lick up along his pulsing head he growled hoarsely. His fingers dug into the mattress, carving his desire for her deep into the fabric.
“You taste like sex,” she breathed, sending shivers through him as it hit his sensitive skin. Her voice had gone thick and a little shaky with her own lust. Then her tongue darted out again, flicking in between two ridges along the rim, teasing the cartilage meant to keep her in place when he mated her. The sharp spike of pleasure surprised him—everything about that particular part of his anatomy was about force and pressure, and he’d had no idea how responsive the ridges were to gentle touches.
Selma apparently took his involuntary moans as encouragement, choosing to close her full lips around one of the ridges so she could suck on it.
His vision blurred to black at the pure blast of electric pleasure numbing his entire body. When his breath finally exploded out of his chest and his vision cleared, he was staring down at his mate’s flushed face. Her long hair was splayed over the pillow, and a surprised grin spread on her lips despite the low snarl he could feel rumbling out through his chest and the tight grip he had on her shoulders as he pinned her to the mattress.
Unconcerned with the sudden shift in position, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Liked that, huh?”
How the hell was she so calm? He could both smell and see the unmistakable signs of her arousal, but even as his heavy cock rested on her stomach, more than ready to penetrate her to the core, she showed no sign of fear for what would happen in a few short moments, nor desperation to hurry it along.
His confused pause let her pull his head down to hers, and then her lips met his.
Kain released her shoulders as they kissed, letting his fingers smooth down over her breasts and the gentle curve of her stomach until he felt the short hair marking the edge of her sex. When he brushed over her clit she gasped into his mouth, her f
ingertips digging into the nape of his neck.
He needed her more than air, ached to feel her velvet heat spread open for his unrelenting girth and make her spasm and clench until she surrendered her very life essence to him in a full, deep climax. Thankfully, she was willing. Her soft curves molded to his touch, her legs parting wide so he could prepare her, and she didn’t tell him to hold back. Finally, the sweet torture was over.
When he dipped his fingers lower, they came back soaking wet, and he growled appreciatively. She was ready to join with him. As much as he’d enjoyed pleasuring her the morning after the auction, he didn’t have the restraint to repeat it. One taste of her sweet slickness right now and he’d risk losing control again, this time doing much worse than simply flipping his woman over in the process.
Beneath him, Selma pulled her head back from the kiss to look up at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to feel your skin against mine when we make love.”
Make love. There was that phrase again.
Kain pulled back from her to do as she asked, ripping the T-shirt over his head and pushing the boxers off his legs without getting out of the bed. He didn’t know how to make love, only how to fuck, but if it was what she wanted, he would do everything in his power to give it to her.
The small, appreciative hitch in her breath when he knelt naked on the sheets in front of her warmed his skin from the tip of his toes to the top of his scalp. She desired him every bit as much as he desired her.
She belonged to him.
“Come here.”
He couldn’t hold back a smile at her command. Even the first time they’d been in bed together she’d ordered him about without hesitation, apparently completely oblivious to the power difference between them.
It was an oddly endearing trait.
Obediently, he fell down on top of her again, holding his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush her. He hovered over her for a short time, drinking in the wanton expressions fluttering over her pretty face when he nestled his hips between her thighs.
“Ready?”
He could hardly recognize his own voice, rough as it was with lust, but also … tenderness. Not exactly a common trait in a Demon Lord seconds away from penetrating his willing Breeder.
What is she doing to me?
The thought was fleeting and swiftly swept away on a rush of scalding need when Selma nodded with heavy lidded eyes, breathing her consent out with a hoarse ‘yes’.
Resting on one arm he wrapped his other hand around the base of his heavy cock, pointing it at her dripping slit. Every single drum of his pulse brought the urge to mate his female to a more desperate level, as if the instincts fighting to consummate with her could sense the wet kiss of her swollen labia as keenly as he could.
The pleasurable shock that rocked through him when her soft flesh spread open made him moan out loud. Soon, so soon he would be deep inside of her, feeling her very life force press in around his pulsing length—
“Ow!”
The pained outburst made him freeze the moment before his thick head popped into her opening, cold fear shooting down his spine.
“Selma?”
“It hurts,” she gasped, her forehead furrowed in frustration. “More than I thought it would.”
Without thinking he pulled back, severing the blissful contact to her velvet heat. Even though every instinct in his body and mind roared to ignore her complaints and just ram in to the hilt, his fear of ever harming the Breeder he’d claimed as his own overrode it by a wide margin.
However, before he managed to move away from her spread thighs, her hands shot out to grab at his hips in a desperate attempt at keeping him in place.
“No, don’t stop.”
Kain frowned down at her. “What?”
“Touch the mark.”
His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead in disbelief. The mark was placed to ensure Breeders allowed their mates to mount them—it was basically a method of mind control, overriding the woman’s own will with an overpowering infusion of hormones. To hear his own mate ask for it ….
“I can take you when it’s been touched,” she explained in a breathy voice rough with evident lust. With fevered intensity she rubbed both hands up his tensed stomach, obviously trying to coax him. “I want you inside of me. Touch it, Kain.”
He moaned low in his throat at the temptation—every part of his body ached to be joined with her, and as she lay spread open and willing in front of him, nothing seemed more enticing than to give in. But ….
“I don’t want to force you.”
At his panted words, taut with the restraint of holding back, the little Breeder rolled her eyes—actually rolled her eyes—at him, but before the audacity of it could fully register in his mind she’d grabbed his right hand in hers, pressing it against her cheek.
“Kain.” She rubbed her face lovingly against his palm, sending warmth through him from where they were connected. “I want you to, because it’s the only way we’ll be able to make love. I need you—please.”
Without waiting for his decision she turned her head to kiss his fingertips, and then, gently, rubbed her forehead over them, activating the brand.
He shuddered with her as the magic in it made his very bones buzz, but the strongest sensation was from the little Breeder underneath him. Her skin heated up against his hand, and the scent of her lust increased tenfold, overpowering him with its intensity.
“Kain!” Her plea was desperate, and her hands returned to his hips trying to push herself against him so she could spear her clenching pussy on his still achingly hard cock. “Fuck me!”
There was not a power on this Earth strong enough to make him deny his mate in this state.
Roaring, he grabbed at her waist for leverage and thrust forward, spearing her slick cleft wide with his girth. This time, she opened fully for his intrusion, and though it was a tight fit, his head pressed into her channel with only a small cry from her.
Bliss.
The wet embrace of her soft pussy was nothing but bliss.
Kain drove in deeper, careful to take her slowly enough that her body could adjust to his presence, until the tight clasp sliding inch after inch up his pulsing cock covered his entire length.
Selma whimpered underneath him, lost in the pleasure of being stretched to her absolute limit, along with what she’d described as a feeling of submitting the core of her being. She was right—he never would be able to truly understand what that felt like, but as the small woman writhed on his thick cock, her face distorted with desire as well as something close to pain, he knew she felt the same when he took her.
And she’d offered herself, the very core of her being, to him.
“Selma.” He whispered her name, releasing her waist so he could rest on one hand and cup her face with the other.
Her eyes, wild and hazed over with the mating heat, found his. Even behind the lust he saw the gentleness and compassion that seemed to be a part of her essence, though it was very much overshadowed by her more immediate urges.
Gently, mimicking what he saw in her gaze with the movements of his body, he pulled halfway out, making her gasp as his ridges massaged sensitive areas inside of her, before thrusting back in. The full, tight fit of her had him groaning at the wild rush of pleasure, but despite the urge to drive into her hard and fast, sating the primal need to fuck her into submission, he kept the penetration slow. Selma deserved more than to be rutted like an animal in heat, deserved to have her offering returned with more than just primitive force.
She gasped at every thrust, biting her lip when he was fully seated within her. Her reaction was evidence of the struggle she still endured to take him, despite the mark’s influence and her natural capability of handling his size. However, after a little while of the slow pace, her gasps turned to moans and her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down over her.
Surprise was quickly overtaken by warmth, spreading like wildfire throu
ghout his body. He’d never been embraced like this while having sex, the dirty, rough act not exactly encouraging that sort of intimacy. This … this was something different. Something wonderful.
The deep humming he’d made for her before, in an involuntary attempt to soothe and comfort, escaped his throat, flowing in rhythm with his hips’ smooth movements.
“Kain.”
The sound of his name wasn’t a plea or a demand this time. He looked down at her, and realized she was watching his face, reading his facial expressions even though her gaze was still hazy with lust. Before he had a chance to marvel at her expression that seemed to connect straight to the tender thing in his chest, she raised her head and caught his lips in a deep kiss.
And then her hips lifted to meet his, moving in easy waves underneath him, driving his cock deeper into her tight sheath without disrupting the gentle rhythm.
Never had he experienced sex like this.
The bone-deep need to mate and breed her was still there, urging him to go harder and faster, but the new sensations of being one with his Breeder, of feeling her not only surrender to the pleasure, but meeting him for every stroke like an equal—like they were truly trying to become one via the maddening bliss—was even stronger.
When her channel began squeezing on him in the tight spasms that signaled the approach of her first climax, he’d lost any concept of time to the sensation of being so intimately connected with another being. However, Selma’s nails digging in deep at the back of his shoulders pulled him out of the revelry.
“Harder!”
Apparently, his mate was done making love.
The monster inside of him reared to the surface at her command, shattering through the gentleness. His hips snapped down hard between her thighs, driving his brutal cock in to the hilt before he pulled back to repeat the movement, giving her no time to adjust to the change of pace.
“Yes!” Selma arced up underneath him, crying out from the orgasm brought forward by his roughness, but he wasn’t done.
When she collapsed back down on the bed he grabbed her jaw and turned her head so he could bend to claim a kiss not nearly as tender as the one she’d pressed to his lips.