Chapter 27 Kain
Kain
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 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 kiss turned just a tad more demanding when he gave in, the pressure of them against his increasing ever-so slightly before her tongue dipped into 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.
Her feather-light 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 she could close her warm mouth 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; he 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, 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, 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 with his 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 his boxers. She turned her attention from his torso to the pole of flesh rising proudly between his thighs, biting her lip 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 ring manipulated.
His body clearly excited her—not even the pronounced ridges along the edge of his cockhead scared her off—and the heavier scent of her arousal had him clutching at the sheets to stop himself from taking charge.
“I want to bury myself in your slick little pussy,” he growled, choosing to voice his desires instead of acting on them. “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 squeezed her hand harder around his cock as she stroked back down with a jerking movement that made his hips lift eagerly.
“Let me touch you, little one,” he pleaded. “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 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 the same amount of time, 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 the air 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 while 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 grin spread across her lips despite the low snarl rumbling 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 fear of what would happen in a few short moments, nor any desperation to hurry it along.
His confused pause let her pull his head down, 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, digging her nails into his nape.
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 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 ranged over 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 with… tenderness. It wasn’t 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 swept away on a rush of scalding need when Selma nodded, breathily consenting. “Yes.”
Resting on one arm, he wrapped his other hand around the base of his heavy cock, aligning it with 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.