She screamed, her hands snaking down and snatching on to his hair as she convulsed. Spurred on, he flicked his tongue over her clit, teasing the tip where metal met flesh.
Selma howled and wound herself around him, clasping his head between her thighs while she ground against his tongue, desperate for the promised release.
Kain let her ride his face, pulled her in closer by her ass, and finally gave her what she needed. He sucked her swollen bud in hard, sharp pulls, swirling his tongue around it mercilessly until she froze, every muscle in her body seizing.
She cried out as she came, an agonized sound that spoke of the torment inflicted on her poor clitoris until she collapsed onto her back again, panting heavily.
He slid his hands from her hips to her thighs, enjoying the silkiness of her skin against his callused palms before he opened up her lips again, inspecting the ring.
“Please,” Selma gasped as he brushed a careful finger to the clamped metal. “Please, make it stop.”
The magic still held fast, trapping her poor nub much too tightly. That was the curse of it—she needed penetration, or she would be driven to insanity.
Kain pushed off the floor, his head swimming with desire of his own and his willpower waning as she writhed below him. He dragged her up farther on the mattress, not even taking the time to enjoy her near-naked body before he fell on top of her, immediately finding her pussy between her eagerly spread legs.
He drove two fingers into her wet embrace, shuddering in delight at the fluttering sensation of her slick muscles clamping on his digits. Her pulse beat rapidly from within, and he fought the urge to take over and ram her deeply so he could feel that sweet rhythm against his thick cock. Instead he breathed in a mouthful of her beautiful pheromones before relenting to her cries for more and sliding a third finger into her thrashing body.
Selma yowled, but not from pain as he had half-expected. The human women he occasionally brought to his bed when the dark need inside of him became too much to bear usually struggled to take a third finger, but Selma only bucked, desperate for more.
The black dots dancing before his eyes turned red as his self-control slipped, drowning in the pounding rhythm of his pulse.
She was a Breeder. His Breeder.
Kain raised up above her, bracing himself on his free hand. Three of his fingers remained buried deep in her quivering pussy, hooking into the spongy zone on her frontal wall.
“Yes! More!” she mewled, clawing at his arm.
He let out a deep growl filled with his claim.
Selma's eyes popped open at the sound and she stared up at him, mouth half-open, chest heaving in time with her moans and her eyes shining with pure, dark lust. Her tangled bangs had been swept away, exposing her silvery mark, and the rest of her dark hair was fanned above her head like a matted halo against his black bedding.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was the only thing he would ever need.
“Fuck. Me!”
If he hadn't been lost in a rush of hormones, he would have laughed at the small woman's angry demand. No one dared order him about like that, not since he’d left his father's domain, but this little thing… she looked about ready to maul him if he didn't comply.
She reached up to rip at his clothes, already snarling with impatience, and it set his dominance aflame. His blood seemed to boil underneath his skin, erasing everything but his need to mark, claim, take.
Growling again, Kain grabbed her wrists in one hand and shifted his weight so he could undo his pants with the other. His cock burst free, immediately drawn to her sopping entrance so willingly thrust up against him. Her dripping lips kissed his ridged head, and the shockwaves of pleasure that shuddered through him had him unthinkingly pushing against them, seeking entry.
“God!”
The hated word was the only thing that tore his conscience back into his body, the impact of it making his eyes flutter open, gaze zeroing in on the woman underneath him.
Her mouth was open in a silent “O,” her forehead furrowed and her hands curled into claws while her body bent in a frozen arc as her pussy stretched to take him.
The shudders of raw pleasure her wet embrace inflicted upon the crown of his cock were nearly enough that he gave in to every screaming instinct in his mind and body demanding that he fill and fuck her. Yet as he saw her lying there, so completely defenseless underneath his massive form, some part of him remembered that she was under his protection—and that if he gave in, he would kill her.
Roaring in frustration he pulled back, releasing her wrists as he knelt on the bed with his fists pressed into the mattress. He only narrowly resisted the urge to swing them at the nearest solid object.
“No! What are you doing? Please, you can't stop now!” Selma jolted upright, scrambling to reach him. Her shaking hands slid over his shoulder, nails digging into the fabric. “Don't stop! Please, please, I need you, I need?—!”
Kain gritted his teeth and tried focusing on his breathing, the alluring scent of her slickness battering at his self-control. “I can’t. I’m a Lord—my magic will kill you.”
“It won't! I can withstand it, please!” Her eyes were glazed with frantic need as she did her best to convince him, hands rubbing at his shoulders, arms, and chest.
But she couldn’t. He’d killed enough women before he’d gained the self-control to resist. He knew how his magic ate up any human woman he penetrated from the inside out, leaving nothing but a pile of blood and entrails behind. Even a Breeder would succumb. Only the rarest few, the most precious among them, could withstand, and Selma wasn’t one of them. The second a Pure Breeder was found, every Lord across the globe would have been notified.
