Demon's Mark: The Complete Series

by Nora Ash

  “Kain …!” She cried out for him, lost in the sensation of being one with the demon who’d chosen her—of the knowledge flooding her mind that he belonged to her. This—this was where she needed to be, suspended on his massive cock and wrapped up in his inhuman strength, even if her body was being forced to its absolute limit to submit to him.

  Kain’s fingers dug into her hips once more, and then he started the agonizing movements in and out of her stuffed pussy. His ridges tormented her as they slid over her g-spot, forcing screams and cries from her throat as he fucked her rough and deep.

  It was impossible for her to think about anything but the delicious agony of being spread this wide and taken to her very core, so she gave herself over to it—to him—the hazy knowledge of his disbelief in her love disappearing into the hormonal fog of pained pleasure and submission.

  Soon her cries took on the note of an impending climax, and the demon responded. He released her hips to let one hand get at her clit, his strong fingers rubbing it roughly, while the other grabbed her by the hair, his instincts ensuring she stay put underneath him.

  The sharp tug on her scalp as her head was pulled back combined with the dark pleasure from her spasming pussy had her body surrender. Her orgasm blasted through her, making her cry out as she tried to lunge forward in an instinctive attempt to escape the violent sensation, but his grip on her hair kept her in place, helpless to endure his unrelenting pounding into her quaking channel while she came so hard that the world blurred and blackened for her eyes.

  Kain didn’t stop.

  Even when she sagged in front of him, spent from pleasure so intense she could hardly keep upright, he kept up a punishing pace, letting his hips slap against her bottom over and over and over, not giving her a moment’s reprieve from his full and grueling penetration.

  It was then, when her vision finally returned, that she saw him. His hand was still fisted in her long hair, keeping her head up, while the other forced more pleasure into her weakened body with its insistent ministrations underneath her. She was still on her hands and knees, kept up by his hold on her body more than by her own strength, but when her eyes locked on their mirrored reflection, her mind snapped back into place.

  In front of the four poster bed was a large wooden dresser, and mounted on the door of that dresser a large mirror reflecting her naked body and the monster violently shoving his cock into her.

  Even the ruthless fucking wrecking her pussy couldn’t draw her startled attention away from the obscene display.

  Since Selma had hit puberty, the fear for the monsters haunting her had taken on a slightly different flavor. In her darkest moments, she had feared what would happen if one day they no longer just stalked and stared at her. Her worst nightmare had always been this—being forced to spread her pussy for something that didn’t even look human.

  Yet as she stared at Kain’s huge body moving behind her, it wasn’t fear that tightened her aching muscles.

  He looked even larger than normal, the way his blackish-red body hovered over hers, and along with his color, his horns and demonic features made him look exactly like every monster she’d feared all her life. Seeing him fuck her pale body like she didn’t have a choice was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

  Somehow, the knowledge that the demon brutally ravaging her like an animal was Kain took away the terror and replaced it with depraved excitement. Not even when his grip changed back to her hips so he could increase the speed of his full thrusts even more did she look away, too fascinated with the way his abdominal muscles flexed for every thrust, making her breasts sway with the motion. Her face contorted with pain-laced pleasure every time he drove in to the hilt, her swollen lips shaping themselves after her yelps and moans. Everything about their reflection was as raw and perverted as the feeling of his massive cock forcing her soaking pussy wide, and his ridges made her feel pleasure no human was built to withstand.

  When he slid his massive hands up her stomach to squeeze her breasts, never slowing the pace, she gave in.

  The tight coil low in her stomach snapped in a burst of pleasure, and her pussy spasmed around the thick intrusion as her vision turned to pure light, obstructing her view of their fucking. Her body convulsed around the unending torrents of sensation rocking through her from where they were connected by the thick cock pounding pleasure into her twisting form. Through her own screams she heard Kain growl out his climax, and then—while she slowly came down from the peaks of pleasure—felt the hot spurts of semen against her flexing cervix finally marking the completion of the mating.

  Selma slumped into the bedding, completely spent.

  Kain’s large body nestled on top of hers, his panting breaths huffing against her ear as he curled his warm shape around hers, protecting every inch of her quivering skin.

  They lay like that for a long while as they both came down from the intense mating high. Only, instead of just the usual lethargic endorphins swarming her system, Selma felt her energy slowly return. Her limbs were not nearly as heavy as before he mounted her, and though her mind hummed with sated satisfaction, she didn’t have to struggle just to stay awake. The wonders of demonic semen.

  She smiled wryly at that thought, because while it was clearly giving her the energy she needed, it was also making a hell of a mess between her thighs. She felt sticky and full, not just because Kain’s softening cock was still inside of her, but it was far from uncomfortable. He was hers, body and soul, and he belonged inside of her, around her—even when he looked like a monster. It didn’t matter. He was her Kain.

  “I still love you,” she murmured, coughing to clear her throat when it ground out hoarsely from all her screaming. “You said to wait and see until after you’d fucked me. Well … I still love you.”

  The demon stiffened on top of her, and she heard his breath catch for a moment, before …

  “You’re high on hormones.”

  Selma rolled her eyes at his dismissive grunt. “Fucking hell, Kain. Is it that hard to believe?”

  He snorted, and then lifted up off her, slowly pulling his cock from her leaking pussy. She gritted her teeth when his ridges caught on her entrance before finally popping out, leaving her feeling unpleasantly empty.

  “Don’t worry about this, Selma. I’m not some lost little kid in need of love.”

  She turned—somewhat carefully as her abused abdomen protested the movement—and glared up at him. He had gotten off the bed and was in the process of straightening out his shirt and zipping up his pants, while carefully keeping his gaze off her.

  Anger, along with pity, burned in her stomach. He was so goddamn infuriating. She knew why he was doing this—why he was so adamant that she couldn’t love him. But if she could get over her childhood trauma of being haunted by monsters because of him, he would have to get over his abandonment issues. Right fucking now.

  “Get down here.”

  Her sharp tone made him glance at her, surprise evident on his harsh features. The Demon Lord was undoubtedly not used to getting commanded around like this.

  “Get down here, now.” She sat up on the bed and pointed to the crumpled up sheets in front of her.

  Slowly, he obeyed, possibly more from sheer surprise at her change in mood than any feelings of intimidation. When he was perched in front of her, eyebrows raised in silent question, Selma reached out and grabbed his strong jaw in one hand. Her fingers closed around his warm, soft skin covered in the reddish-black scales, and the difference to her own pale color momentarily paused the slew of words from spilling from her lips. He was beautiful, even like this.

  Selma let her eyes roam over his face, saw the pain in his fully black eyes, the strength in his brow, the sharpness of his features … the coiled elegance of his black horns. Further down, his body stretched and dipped over hard muscle in just the right way. He was all male, and so incredibly beautiful.

  “Selma …”

  His exasperated tone and the dismissive look on his fa
ce made the anger return, full force.

  “No. You listen to me, I’m done with being told that I don’t know my own thoughts and feelings. Done. Yeah, we had sex, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know the difference between a hormone high and what my heart is telling me. I love you. In all of the horrors and all of the confusion, that’s the only thing that’s been truly clear to me since all this started. Stop trying to take that away from me because you have issues. And this strange new power that’s popped up to make everything even more complicated? It’s because you loved me enough to let me go—you showed me what true love really means, and I … don’t ask me to pretend like that doesn’t matter. I have been afraid to be taken and forced and used all my life. With you, I am finally free. You see me for who I truly am, what I truly am. How could I not love you?”

  Her chest heaved after the long winded rant and her cheeks flushed with the remnants of her frustration with her stubborn mate, and she felt more like she’d been in a battle than declared her love.

  Kain looked as if she’d struck him, his lips slightly parted for the breath she could feel against her face in pants that mirrored her own. He didn’t say anything—just stared at her with something that looked a whole lot like fear painted over his strong features.

  Fear. For her.

  She understood. His mother, the woman who was supposed to love him more than anything else in this world, had shunned him, and in the black depths of his eyes she saw his soul deep terror to let himself believe in her words—because if he did, and she left him like his mother had, it would likely destroy him.

  Selma moved even before she felt her heart clench with agonizing sympathy. She wrapped her arms around his brutish body and buried her face in his neck, pressing her naked form against his in an attempt to give the comfort every ounce of her was aching to provide him.

  “I love you,” she said again. Though her voice was muffled against his skin, the soft groan he let out in response made it clear that he’d heard her.

  “And I’m not going to leave. You’re mine, as much as I am yours. Please don’t let your fear shut me out. I need you, Kain. More than I ever thought I could need anyone or anything.”

  Strong arms closed around her, slowly, as if the demon she was pressing herself against was hesitant yet powerless to accept her comfort. He buried his head in her hair, and she heard him breathe in her scent with a shaky gasp.

  They sat in silence for a long while, the only sound being Kain’s soft pants against her hair along with the gentle brush of her lips against his skin as she placed kisses along his shoulder and neck in an effort to slow his pounding heart and shuddering breath.

  When he finally seemed to calm, she lifted her head from the crook of his neck, though her arms remained locked around his powerful body.

  “You know, this is where you’re meant to say something back,” she noted.

  Kain let out a shaky laugh and finally lifted his head to look at her. “You sure are a bossy little thing.”

  “I was thinking something slightly more romantic, maybe.” It was impossible not to return the wry smile playing across his decadent mouth, and she felt warm tingles dance across her skin and up her spine at the unwavering affection in his dark gaze.

  Kain lifted a hand from her waist and gently cradled her cheek, letting the thumb ghost across her lips. “There are no words I could say to you that would ever ….” He bit his lip and looked away for a moment. When he looked back up, the unadulterated love and worship in his eyes took her breath away. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my love. My mate.”

  She gasped into his mouth when he pressed his lips to hers, only to melt against him when his warm breath mingled with hers as he gently coaxed her lips apart. When his tongue slowly delved into the cavern of her mouth to stroke alongside hers she groaned in defeat and clutched at his body to not completely collapse from the overwhelming burst of sensation.

  Kissing Kain was quickly becoming her second-favorite thing to do, only eclipsed by the raw pleasure of being taken by his brutal cock.

  He pulled back some time later, separating with gentle pecks to her now swollen lips, and smiled at her undoubtedly drugged expression as she sagged in his strong embrace.

  “You okay?”

  “Mmhm,” she sighed, and then wiggled a bit to get more comfortable on his lap. The intimidating length between his legs had grown decidedly hard underneath her during their kiss. “More than okay. You?”

  “Always, my love.”

  That particular pet name was going to be pretty easy to get used to.

  “I do have a few questions, though,” he said, and to her annoyance some of the softness left his face, a more serious expression highlighting the sharpness of his features. So much for spending the day in bed, basking in the glow of having finally put words to her feelings.

  “You said that your new power is caused by my love for you. What exactly do you mean by that?”

  “Oh.” Selma frowned, thinking back to everything Bealtih had told her that night in the middle of a back road somewhere in Colorado. It seemed like an eternity ago.

  “The goddess talked to me about what I am—I mean, what my kind was before we became Breeders.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You cannot trust the words of a goddess, Selma. They lie and deceive as easily as you and I breathe.”

  A wry smile pulled on the corner of her mouth. “Yeah? Says the demon who’s some sort of crime lord back home? I’m not just taking her word for it, Kain. I can feel it, inside of me. She didn’t lie, not about that at least.” Keeping her tone calm she told him what the goddess had said, but despite her best attempt at sounding as calming as she possibly could, the demon holding her didn’t exactly take the revelation of the depth of the gods’ deceit well.

  “They used you?” he hissed. “They are the reason for every Breeder who has ever been forced to bear a demon child! And this Bealith has the audacity to claim that we are the ones who need to be controlled! By the fucking stars—!”

  Selma placed a hand over his mouth, interrupting what was undoubtedly about to end with some form of violence. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about the gods’ plans—I care about you and our child. Does anything else really matter? Let them scheme and plan if they wish. I am taking no part in it, whether they want me to or not.”

  His enraged expression softened minimally at the reminder of the life in her womb, but dark determination was still etched into every line of his face. “I am going to make you Queen, and when I do, you and your kind will no longer be mere pawns in their twisted game.”

  * * *

  “Exactly how did you get Kain to agree to this ridiculous idea?”

  Selma sighed softly and glanced out of the dark window. Nothing but the faint light of the street lamps on the other side of the metal gates cast any illumination over the deserted warehouse’s grounds. If someone was hiding in the shadows she would never be able to tell.

  “We talked about it, like adults. He agrees that it’s the best way to lure out the Prince.”

  Kesh scoffed by her side and readjusted his grip on what looked like some form of rocket launcher. “You cried until he caved, didn’t you?”

  Selma felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks at the casual accusation. She had indeed had to resort to tears to ensure that Kain was pliable enough to listen to her reasoning for putting herself and his baby in harm’s way, but she wasn’t about to admit to that. It wasn’t exactly a dignified tactic.

  “It’s the best shot we have at capturing the Prince. He thinks I belong to him, so when our double agents let him know that I’m being kept here and guarded by you while Kain is out looking for him, he’s likely to try to steal me away. Without me, you would have a hard time luring him out.”

  “And without you here, this wouldn’t be so fucking dangerous,” he shot back, giving her a less-than-appraising glance. “You do know what will happen if you’re hurt, right? I mean, you’ve seen the husk
that is my father—you must realize that Kain will end up exactly like that if you are lost to him. And yet here you are, willingly playing bait.”

  Selma cocked an eyebrow at the clear disapproval in his voice. She wasn’t entirely sure if his reluctance was towards her personally, or if he just resented her pheromones and their effect on his own hormones.

  “Well I’m certain you’ll keep me safe.” There was just a touch too much sweetness in her voice.

  He grunted and leaned back against the wall. “Or you could just blast the bastard with that pretty light of yours. Oh, wait—that’s right. You still have little to no control over it.”

  “Is there something you’d like to say?” she snapped, finally getting fed up with his attitude. Ignoring his demonic appearance she rested her hands on her hips and rounded on him so she could give him her best glare.

  Kesh completely ignored her combative stance, not even bothering to give her more than a short glance. “Only that my brother is way too lenient with you. You’d be far less likely to get anyone killed by knitting a blanket or painting a sunset, or whatever Breeders normally do.”

  Selma’s mouth fell open in shocked outrage, but before she managed to form a ripping retort, the window exploded inward.

  * * *

  She could only have been out for a moment, because when the darkness retreated she was still on the floor, and she could feel several cuts where the glass from the blown window had sliced her skin.

  Someone said something above her, but it sounded like it came through water. She shook her head to clear the foggy sensation, only to be hoisted up by her waist the next second and shoved behind a wide, leather clad back.

  Kesh’s back.

  Her hearing returned with a sharp pain in both ears about the same time as she saw the ten demons standing in the shards she’d lain in only moments ago. Most of them looked somewhat female, apart from the huge creature standing in the middle, pointing at Kesh with a clawed hand the size of a dinner plate.