Selma gritted her teeth as the angle of her hips changed, making his ridges ride her G-spot hard and mercilessly. His weight kept her in place, forcing her pussy to milk him with each fluttering spasm despite her high-pitched shrieks.
It took mere moments for her violated core to reach the steep climb toward orgasm again.
She strained against his broad chest, using its surface to steady her body against the convulsions making her jerk beneath him. Kain wrapped his arms tighter around her, supporting her clutching hands for better grip.
Despite the pleasure wracking her mind and body, she realized he was attempting to close her into a protective cocoon of his own flesh, and when he bent his head to rest against hers, she felt encapsulated in muscle and heat, safe to lose herself to the pounding rhythm of the massive girth fucking her to completion.
“Let go, Selma.” His harsh gasp in her ear was rough with both pleasure and tension. “I’ve got you—let go.”
It wasn’t clear to her if it was his rumbling voice that pushed her over the edge, or just the inevitable result of the mating. Either way, her body obeyed him. Violently.
Once again she seized, clamping hard around his still-thrusting cock as her pussy sent a deep, unbroken shock of release through her flesh and bones. It rocked her in full waves, making her scream and thrash until black and red dots danced before her eyes—until she was nothing but a quivering extension of him, locked to his being by his thick cock grinding against every square inch of her most sacred place.
When she was certain she’d die if it didn’t end, he took his own release from her.
Roaring, Kain reared up on his hands to slam his hard length in one last time, and the pulse of his essence bathed her cervix in a flush of warmth, filling her past overflowing with spurt after spurt as finally he seeded her.
Dark energy gathered around them, seemingly penetrating her inside and out, searing into the very essence of her being.
His claim.
Selma collapsed. Not a single muscle in her body felt capable of holding her up a moment longer, and when Kain’s warm form came to rest over her, her eyelids fluttered closed. For five full breaths there was nothing apart from soul-deep pleasure, him, and hot semen coating her still weakly spasming channel.
Then muted noise finally broke through to her blissed-out mind. Cheering. Loud, rowdy cheering and shouting.
“Shh, relax,” Kain murmured when she stirred at the unsettling sounds. “You don’t have to deal with this.”
This? Her brain slowly woke up from the haze, forced to react to the intrusion into her peaceful sanctuary underneath the male.
They were surrounded by demons. Demons who’d seen her get fucked into oblivion—had seen the sacred moment between her and her protector. Her mate.
Embarrassment filled her, banishing the glorious feeling of peace and completion.
Kain growled low in his throat above her, clearly frustrated with the change in her scent so soon after their mating, and raised up.
She felt the loss of his protective warmth keenly, but it was the tugging between her legs when he gently pulled out that made her whimper—despite his release he was still mostly erect, and though his cock was much softer now, his ridges stimulated her swollen passage with the movement.
“Shh, little one.” He placed a soothing hand on her backside when he was finally out, ensuring she stayed put despite her desire to curl up on herself. “Stay still.”
Selma obeyed, partly because she could hardly move her sore body, and pressed her face into the sawdust, wishing they were anywhere but there. She needed his touch and comfort, needed his scent—and only his scent—to surround her. Not these strangers staring at her body while she was at her most vulnerable.
A booming roar, even louder than the one he’d issued when he climaxed, ripped through the arena, silencing everyone in its wake.
“The Breeder is mine! My mate! I have claimed her for all to see. She is under my protection, now and forevermore!”
“We recognize your claim. Now and forevermore, brother,” Maell replied. “Take your mate to the victor’s chambers—you have both earned your rest.”
Kain bent to pick Selma up, holding her to his chest as gently as if she were a child before he began walking.
She cracked her eyes open and looked up at the man who’d made her his in an effort to save her. His brow was furrowed and his soft lips pressed into a thin line in an expression she couldn’t interpret.
“What happens now?” she mumbled.
His black eyes shifted down to her, and his features softened in a way that made her chest feel light. “Now, you rest, my little one.”
That sounded like a pretty great idea. Exhaustion tore at her mind now that she was safe in his arms again and no longer in the middle of the group of monsters leering over her naked form.
Content that he would protect her, she closed her eyes again and let his steady gait and the thrumming of his heart against her ear lull her to sleep.
