Faster than his eyes could follow, a dark chain wrapped around the Queen’s throat and pulled her back. Kirigan’s head appeared above her shoulder, grimacing at the strain of holding her back with his own chain.
With a grunt he spun her around before she could activate the Stone of Power, as if using her body as a shield for both himself and Kain.
Bright white light exploded through the room.
Kain gasped and tried to roll over to escape its destructive power, but there was no need. Before he could move, it was gone, leaving stunned silence in its wake. Silence, and ashes.
It took him a moment to realize that the fine, white powder drizzling over him like snowflakes on a quiet December night was what was left of the queen.
“Such beauty.”
The reverent mumble came from his father. Kirigan smiled with uncharacteristic softness in the direction the light had come from before turning his attention to Kain.
“Get up, son. Your Breeder is about to pass out, and I’m not entirely sure the females will honor her claim to the title once they come out of their shock.”
Selma!
Kain’s head snapped in her direction. She was swaying on her feet and her face was ashen.
He was up and by her side in a second, lifting her into his arms just as her knees buckled and consciousness left her still eerily glowing chocolate eyes.
The light had come from her.
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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.
