26

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.