It was that soft ache that seemed to be so tightly connected to the little Breeder he’d claimed. It bloomed from where she rested against him, down through his stomach and all the way out into his fingertips, where it transformed into something else—a lightness that soothed his fear.
Her kiss turned just a tad more demanding when he gave in, the pressure of them against his increasing ever-so slightly before her tongue dipped into his mouth.
Kain accepted her without hesitation, his hands traveling down her back until they rested around her full ass before he even realized what he was doing. But Selma just hummed appreciatively at his eagerness, flicking her tongue against his in light, teasing movements that had his head spinning and his cock throbbing.
Just when he was about to lose the will to hold back, she broke the kiss. He caught the mischievous glimmer in her eyes before she dipped her head back down, this time going for his jawline.
With light nips and kisses that went straight to his groin, she traveled down to his throat, continuing the blissful torment. Kain groaned under her ministrations, clutching harder at her backside to keep himself anchored. Her feather-light caresses chipped away at his self-control slowly but inescapably, until his entire body pulsed with the same bone-deep need as his hard cock.
“Selma,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt at keeping himself in check when she pushed his shirt up so she could close her warm mouth over his left nipple. “I can’t… oh!”
Her deep suction on the little bud sent sharp jolts down his spine, momentarily ruining his ability to form words. No one had ever touched him this way. The human women he’d brought home had enjoyed the look of his body, but he never let them explore much; he had always been too focused on sating the need for a climax between a female’s thighs.
“Yes, you can,” she said once she lifted her head to focus on his other nipple. “This is how I feel when you touch me.”
His eyes rolled back in his head when her pert little tongue swiped out, sending more shocks though his spine.
Kain was so absorbed in the sensations, greedily trying to focus on every lick and every suckle, that he didn’t realize where her hand had disappeared to before it grabbed at his cock inside his boxers.
He hissed in surprise, squeezing her ass hard enough to make her mewl.
With some unknown strength of will, he released his grip on her, placing his hands along his sides with his palms down. He wanted nothing more than to grab and stroke her soft body before flipping her over and burying his aching shaft deep inside of her, but the pleasure of her gentle seduction was too intense to ruin with his impatience.
“So eager,” she murmured as she stroked her hand up along his pulsing member, freeing it from his boxers. She turned her attention from his torso to the pole of flesh rising proudly between his thighs, biting her lip as she did.
The sight nearly made him come undone.
She was flushed with desire, her breathing coming in small pants, though her need wasn’t as unnaturally all-consuming as when she’d had her ring manipulated. His body clearly excited her—not even the pronounced ridges along the edge of his cockhead scared her off—and the heavier scent of her arousal had him clutching at the sheets to stop himself from taking charge.
“I want to bury myself in your slick little pussy,” he growled, choosing to voice his desires instead of acting on them. “Every inch, until my balls slap against your gorgeous ass and you cry out from pleasure.”
Selma made a squeaky little noise, a mix between a pant and a whimper, and squeezed her hand harder around his cock as she stroked back down with a jerking movement that made his hips lift eagerly.
“Let me touch you, little one,” he pleaded. “I want to fuck you, need to feel you tighten around me.”
Her lips quirked into a smile, but her eyes stayed on his thick girth. “Soon.”
Kain would have argued—was moments away from begging—but before he managed to open his mouth to do so, she wrapped her other hand around his shaft, moving both in tandem to squeeze his hard length.
“This feels amazing,” she murmured, not taking her eyes from what she was doing. “You’re so hot, so thick… I love how silky-soft, yet relentlessly hard you are against my palms.”
He groaned unintelligibly, way too focused on the sensation of her small hands massaging him to take in her praise. He’d known lust since he hit puberty, and had known the pleasures of the flesh for the same amount of time, but never had he felt what she awakened in him with every caress and every squeeze.
The tender thing in his chest throbbed and mingled with the hot burn of lust, leaving him suspended in a near-maddening state of consciousness. When she bent over to lick up along his pulsing head, he growled hoarsely. His fingers dug into the mattress, carving his desire for her deep into the fabric.
“You taste like sex,” she breathed, sending shivers through him as the air hit his sensitive skin. Her voice had gone thick and a little shaky with her own lust. Then her tongue darted out again, flicking in between two ridges along the rim, teasing the cartilage meant to keep her in place while he mated her.
The sharp spike of pleasure surprised him—everything about that particular part of his anatomy was about force and pressure, and he’d had no idea how responsive the ridges were to gentle touches.
Selma apparently took his involuntary moans as encouragement, choosing to close her full lips around one of the ridges so she could suck on it.
His vision blurred to black at the pure blast of electric pleasure numbing his entire body. When his breath finally exploded out of his chest and his vision cleared, he was staring down at his mate’s flushed face. Her long hair was splayed over the pillow, and a grin spread across her lips despite the low snarl rumbling through his chest and the tight grip he had on her shoulders as he pinned her to the mattress.
Unconcerned with the sudden shift in position, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Liked that, huh?”
How the hell was she so calm? He could both smell and see the unmistakable signs of her arousal, but even as his heavy cock rested on her stomach, more than ready to penetrate her to the core, she showed no fear of what would happen in a few short moments, nor any desperation to hurry it along.
His confused pause let her pull his head down, and then her lips met his.
