Chapter 27 Kain #2
The pleasurable shock that rocked through him when her soft flesh spread open made him moan. His ridges caught in her eager opening and she hissed in pain.
Without thinking he pulled back, severing the blissful contact to her velvet heat. Even though every instinct in his body and mind roared at him to ignore her complaints and just ram in to the hilt, his fear of harming the Breeder he’d claimed as his own overrode it by a wide margin.
But before he managed to move away from her spread thighs, her hands shot out to grab his hips in a desperate attempt at keeping him in place.
“No, don’t stop.”
“I’m hurting you,” he rumbled. “Without the ring—”
“I don’t care!” Fire in her voice made him look up from her inviting slit, catching her hazy gaze.
“Selma—”
“I want to feel you without the ring drugging me. Please… I don’t care that it hurts.” She dug her fingertips into his hips, attempting to make him apply pressure against her opening again.
He moaned low in his throat at the temptation. Every part of his body ached to be joined with her, and as she lay 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.
“Kain.” She looked at him with so much affection it took his breath away. “I need you—and I can take you. Please.”
There was not a power on this Earth strong enough to make him deny his mate when she pleaded for him like this.
Groaning, 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 ridged head pressed into her channel with only a small cry from her.
Bliss. The wet embrace of her 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. She was right—he never would be able to truly understand what it felt like to surrender the core of his being like she did when they joined.
And she’d offered herself, her very essence, 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 with desire, 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 the sensitive areas inside of her before thrusting back in.
The full, tight fit of her had him groaning, but despite the urge to drive into her hard and fast, 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, but after a little while of the slow pace, her gasps turned to moans and she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him down over her.
Surprise was quickly overtaken by warmth spreading like wildfire throughout 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 way she spoke his name was neither a plea nor a demand. He looked down at her and realized she was watching his face, reading his expressions even though her eyes were still clouded with lust. Before he had a chance to marvel at her, she raised her head and caught his lips in a deep kiss.
And then she canted her hips 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 him in the tight spasms that signaled the approach of her first climax, he lost any concept of time to the sensation of being so intimately connected with another being. But 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 his 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 underneath him, crying out from the orgasm brought forward by his roughness—but he wasn’t done.
When she collapsed back onto 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.
His mate responded sluggishly, winding her arms loosely around his neck again while she hummed as he ravaged her mouth.
“More, then?” she breathed, quirking a small smile at him through her decidedly dazed expression.
“Yes.” It was dark growl, and her pussy clenched at the sound.
Kain pulled out of her, and she groaned in protest when his ridges breached her entrance again, undoubtedly tormenting her swollen flesh.
She was unable to do anything else before he had her flipped over on her stomach and into the position his instincts would always crave to see her in—submissive and ready to be mounted.
“Oh!” Her small noise of surprise was followed by a grunt when he once more aligned his thick cock to her swollen pussy and pressed in. “Fuck!”
He loved her sounds, even her low cussing when he immediately began pounding her without the gentle warm-up from before, and when she finally gave up on keeping it together and screamed for him, his balls tightened with pleasure.
Yes, this was it. Making love to her was blissful, but this—this was life itself. Protecting her from harm was a powerful instinct, but the raw, unrelenting rhythm of mating his fertile Breeder until she could no longer bear it was every bit as strong.
When he finally came, roaring from primal need to voice his claim yet again, she’d long since lost the ability to scream. The final climax he pushed from her shuddering pussy was only accompanied by her hoarse cry and weakly convulsing body.
Kain collapsed on top of her, only barely remembering to catch most of his weight on his arms before he crushed his small female.
Everything was bliss. Bliss, and calm.
The mating after the auction had been immediately followed by the urge to shield her from his kin, but this time there was nothing to stop the rush of hormones flooding his system.
He belonged here, inside of her, protecting her body and bathing in the light of her soul for as long as he remained on this Earth.
“That was beyond amazing.”
Selma’s sleepy voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he nuzzled at his mate’s hair to let her know he was listening.
“I told you you were worrying over nothing.”
Worrying? Kain frowned. Why would he be worrying? He’d never been this unworried in his entire life.
It wasn’t until Selma moved a little and gasped in pain when his ridges caught inside of her that he remembered.
The monster within, the one that’d reveled in pounding her ruthlessly as she screamed, had fought its way to the surface despite his promise to never force her like he had at the auction.
“Forgive me.” He spoke the words before he could stop himself, biting down hard on his lip after they escaped. He did not deserve forgiveness—not when he couldn’t feel truly sorry while his body was still light from having claimed his mate so thoroughly.
“What?” She sounded astounded. “Forgive you for what, exactly? The mind-blowing sex?”
“I was rough with you,” he growled as self-hatred nestled heavily in his stomach. He was exactly like his father, and he’d ruin this woman like his father had ruined his mother by his mere presence in her life—because clearly, he was too weak to stay away from her.
As gently as he could, he lifted off her, pulling his softening member from her swollen channel.
She winced at the slow process, fidgeting until he finally popped out of her and his semen dripped out to soothe her red opening.
When he rolled to his back and hid his face in his hands, Selma scoffed—and then she wrapped her soft body around his, her head resting over his heart.
“Some demon you are,” she murmured, “apologizing for being a bit rough. You didn’t hurt me—you know that, right? I’m not some fragile little flower.”
She clearly had no concept of how goddamn breakable she seemed, compared to his kind.
“You wanted it gentle and sweet, and I ruined it. Like I always will. I’ll never be able to hold back with you,” he mumbled, too ashamed to even look at her.
To his utter surprise, she chuckled, the breath from her lips brushing against his chest in a teasing caress.
“But you did give me ‘gentle and sweet,’ you big oaf. You made love to me until I asked for more. And then you fucked me just the way I needed you to. Do you not remember how you let me take charge? I know you have scars that will take time to heal, but this guilt you carry is misplaced. Everything you’ve ever done to me I’ve loved. We’ll be in Colorado tomorrow, and I…”
She paused, her voice losing steam. “I want the memory of tonight to be about how, even through all the horrors and everything I’ve lost, there was you—the one good thing in this world of darkness I’ve been sucked into.”
Kain lay still, breathing in her calming scent as her words settled in his mind and body. That sore thing in his chest hummed as if trying to alert him to something, but he was too busy replaying what she’d said to pay it any mind.
He’d never been called good before, and he’d most certainly never been the one positive thing anyone held onto in the darkness.
The ironic thing was that she was like a ray of light to him—he could almost see the bright shimmer around her when he looked at her.
And tomorrow he would lose her forever.
She was right—there was no point in wasting this limited time on regrets. He could do that on his way back from Colorado, and—he suspected—every day for the rest of his existence.
Pulling her in closer to where his chest ached, he bent his head to kiss the crown of hers. For tonight, he would forget everything apart from how perfectly the woman he could call his for one more day fit in his embrace.