Chapter 36 Selma
Selma
The burning need from someone twisting the ring clasped around her clitoris pushed through the black nothingness with muted force.
Selma groaned sluggishly, but her body refused to obey her attempts to spread her thighs wide or lift her hips for easier penetration.
“Is she responding?” The deep voice sounded like it came from somewhere far away.
“Yes. Be quiet so I can concentrate.”
Though her fuzzy brain distorted the growl which followed, something at the very core of her being recognized it.
“Kain?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
Relief nestled in her heart, even as her pussy contracted pathetically. Kain was here. He would make everything better.
“Do you really need to concentrate to fuck?” The faraway voice took on a clear note of sarcasm.
“Kesh, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll beat you until you do!”
Despite the deep need pulsing between her thighs and Kain’s dark snarl sending pleasurable shivers through her, enough reality filtered through the darkness surrounding her to make her understand that Kesh was about to see them have sex. Again.
Selma whimpered, wishing he would go away.
“Shh, little one.” Kain’s voice turned soft again. Intimate.
Warmth brushed over her abdomen and down her legs, spreading them, and then the heavy pressure of his hips settled in between her thighs. All thoughts of anything other than Kain evaporated.
Yes, yes!
Burning expectation swept through her lethargic body, priming her for what she knew would follow at any moment—what she needed more than air, even in her half-conscious state.
Thick, hard flesh pushed in between her legs, spreading her lower lips obscenely wide. If she’d had the strength, she would have cried out the moment he thrust in, filling her to bursting. Instead she could only groan into the darkness as Kain’s heat claimed her in one long, slow push.
He was so deliciously big that even in her weak state, her pussy clutched desperately at his girth, and every nerve ending sang with the violent pressure.
“Fuck!” His growl was low and rich, marking the moment he bottomed out in her tight sheath. “Selma…”
No sound followed her hoarsely whispered name—only the spine-breakingly intense sensation of his hips drawing back and his thick cock and primed ridges rubbing deeply at every sweet spot inside her.
She may not be able to feel most of her body, but she certainly felt him and the places his scorching flesh made her come alive with his touch.
It was almost too much, despite her ring making her pussy weep and open for his punishing girth.
When they’d mated before, she’d been fully in her body and capable of squirming and screaming as he pummeled her into oblivion.
This time all she could do was lie there and take it, her focus solely on the sensation of his grueling length pushing into her over and over.
“Feel me, my love,” her mate gasped from the empty space above her. “I got you. Just feel me.”
Just feel him? She could do little else!
But behind the violent stretch and her pussy’s desperate grip on him was something else—something more.
It almost felt as if every thrust into her core brought life with it, as if the pleasure of his presence inside of her anchored her fleeting consciousness to her slowly waking body.
Where his skin brushed against hers, her presence of mind slowly returned, and every thrust produced shockwaves of pure pleasure.
Selma floated in the suspended state of semi-consciousness, unable to grasp any sense of time in the darkness. There was only the full, slick thrusts of Kain’s body as he brought her back from the brink of something she wasn’t sure she could have found her way back from on her own.
Soon her pelvis was straining against the intrusion in an increasingly urgent search for just a little more, just that final thrust—
“Yes!”
She screamed the word in her mind at the same time her lover roared it, following through with a hot flood of liquid deep between her legs. It filled her with the heat of the sun, spreading warmth through every cell in her body as if spring had suddenly set in after a long, cold winter.
“You risked your life to get me. You little fool.”
Selma hummed quietly at Kain’s tender, yet scolding whisper, enjoying the sensation of her mate’s hot breath against her ear. Her arms were still heavy and lethargic, but at least she could feel them again.
With some effort she lifted them and wrapped them around his torso, knowing her caress would soothe him as much as the heavy press of his body soothed her.
“Can you move yet, my beautiful? We need to get to safer quarters.”
She frowned at his question. Safer quarters? She felt safe and warm in the protective cocoon of his heat. Why would they need—
The memory of the Queen’s residence snapped back with unpleasant force.
They still weren’t safe.
The surge of adrenaline that followed made her eyes open wide and dig her fingers into Kain’s strong sides.
Faint daylight filtered in to replace the darkness she’d floated in for uncounted hours, suggesting it was just on the cusp of dawn.
She didn’t have time to reflect more on what that meant for how long she’d been out, because in the next moment, her eyes managed to focus on the man resting between her thighs.
Black and red scales covered his naked body and long, ebony horns sprang from his skull. Though his angular features were eerily familiar, they were also those of a monster.
Selma screamed, reflexively striking out at the beast on top of her in a panic.
The unwavering knowledge and trust of who she had just made love to was replaced by her worst nightmare come to life, his brutal girth still lodged deep inside of her.
“Get off, get off! Get the fuck off me!”
With a grunt of surprise the demon obeyed, moving swiftly and easily off her still-flailing body. He only paused to pull out of her swollen pussy, gently dislodging himself from her flesh despite her attempts to kick him.
“Selma…” Her name was a deep rumble from the back of his throat. His eyebrows were knit in either concern or frustration.
The second he was out of her body she scurried backwards, only stopping when metal hit her back and shoulders.
It was the side of the helicopter they’d flown in to save Kain; it was still on the ground, and the demon had pulled back far enough that he was now crouched outside the opposite door, giving her space.
“Calm her down, Kain. It’s just the mark’s effect wearing off. Your baby must have needed that infusion of power to be strong enough to protect her from it.”
The calm voice came from somewhere behind the demon hovering by the open door.
Someone else snorted in amusement, and movement outside the helicopter made her curl into a tighter ball.
“Well, that is some seriously awkward timing. Could you hurry this up? We need to get moving, and her scent is driving me crazy.”
“Shut up, Kesh,” the demon who’d mounted her snapped before turning back to her, his features smoothing from the scowl he’d leveled at the other.
“Selma, listen to my voice. It’s just me—it’s Kain. You know me, little one. Close your eyes and just listen.”
His suggestion made her stare at him in shock. Close her eyes? He must be insane.
Yet the moment’s pause gave logic time to rear its head. Despite what he looked like, this was Kain. Kain.
Reluctantly, she let her eyelids flutter closed.
A soft, rich humming made her heart rate drop almost instantly.
“It’s just me, little one,” Kain’s deep voice called softly through the unwavering sound of his hum. “It’s Kain, your mate. I told you this would happen, remember? There’s nothing to be afraid of, I promise you. Our son is just fighting the mark for you. You know I would never hurt you.”
Selma breathed deeply as her fear subsided.
While she couldn’t see him, there was little doubt in her mind that this was the man she’d been longing for ever since she’d met him.
His voice rumbled richly from his chest, cooing to her as if she were a wild animal.
Trying to make her as comfortable as possible.
“Let me smell you,” she croaked. His smell was her favorite thing about him, and if she could focus on that along with his voice, then maybe she could accept this.
The helicopter swayed when his heavy weight entered, and then heat radiated against her face and body. He was close, but not reaching for her.
Slowly, she leaned forward and breathed in.
Warm, heady musk caressed her senses and allowed calm to filter through her system, settling her frazzled nerves.
Yes, this was Kain. This was the man who’d risked everything for her.
Selma’s palms found his bare chest of their own accord, stroking over his scaled flesh. It didn’t feel much different than when she’d seen his human illusion—maybe a bit tougher, but still warm and smooth.
Her hands continued upwards, exploring his face. It also seemed pretty much the same, if more chiseled.
Only when she let her fingertips slide up to his coiled horns did things start to feel out of place. They were ridged and sharply pointed at the ends.
It doesn’t matter—it’s still Kain, she silently insisted, even as her hands trembled at the feel of something so unreal on the crown of her lover’s head.
She opened her eyes again.
Kain looked up at her, worry marring his demonic features.
“Are you okay?”
“Okay” was probably a strong word, but Selma nodded nonetheless. At least she no longer felt like her heart was about to burst from her chest.
“That’s good. Will you let me wrap this blanket around you and pick you up? We really do need to get out of here—the Queen’s subjects may very well decide to give chase. I’d rather not have another confrontation out here.”
He was still talking to her as if she were a scared little bird, but her frazzled nerves appreciated the effort. His soothing noises went a long way toward helping her keep calm enough to let him cover her naked body in a thick blanket.
When he lifted her out of the helicopter like a child and carried her around to the front, she saw two other vaguely familiar demons standing by the vehicle.
It looked like at least the members of Kain’s family had made it out relatively unscathed, though she had little recollection of events after the light had burst from her body.
Both males turned their gaze away when Kain growled low and threateningly, staking his claim.
As if that was necessary after screwing her while they were apparently just hanging around, waiting for them to be done. Fucking demons and their lack of propriety.
She knew Kain had initiated sex because she’d needed his seed, but while there were plenty of other things to feel uncomfortable about—such as everyone suddenly looking like the monsters she’d spent her entire life fearing—Selma was not exactly pleased with yet another couple of demons having seen and heard her in such an intimate moment.
As she sat on Kain’s lap watching the land disappear beneath them, her mate’s hand rubbing slow circles on her belly, Selma gave up on trying to make sense of the creatures who had filled her world from the moment she was born.
They were not human, and even when she gave birth and her mark would once again blind her to their otherness, they would never be human.
Yet that didn’t stop her from knowing, despite the unease in her stomach at her lover’s current look, that she belonged here with him.
Perhaps Bealith was right. Perhaps it was her fate to bring love to the demon who held her in his arms, as well as to the one growing in her womb.