“Feel me, my love,” her mate gasped from the empty space above her. “I got you. Just feel me.”

Just feel him? She could do little else!

But behind the violent stretch and her pussy’s desperate grip on him was something else—something more. It almost felt as if every thrust into her core brought life with it, as if the pleasure of his presence inside of her anchored her fleeting consciousness to her slowly waking body. Where his skin brushed against hers, her presence of mind slowly returned, and every thrust produced shockwaves of pure pleasure.

Selma floated in the suspended state of semi-consciousness, unable to grasp any sense of time in the darkness. There was only the full, slick thrusts of Kain’s body as he brought her back from the brink of something she wasn’t sure she could have found her way back from on her own.

Soon her pelvis was straining against the intrusion in an increasingly urgent search for just a little more, just that final thrust—

“Yes!”

She screamed the word in her mind at the same time her lover roared it, following through with a hot flood of liquid deep between her legs. It filled her with the heat of the sun, spreading warmth through every cell in her body as if spring had suddenly set in after a long, cold winter.

“You risked your life to get me. You little fool.”

Selma hummed quietly at Kain’s tender, yet scolding whisper, enjoying the sensation of her mate’s hot breath against her ear. Her arms were still heavy and lethargic, but at least she could feel them again.

With some effort she lifted them and wrapped them around his torso, knowing her caress would soothe him as much as the heavy press of his body soothed her.

“Can you move yet, my beautiful? We need to get to safer quarters.”

She frowned at his question. Safer quarters? She felt safe and warm in the protective cocoon of his heat. Why would they need—

The memory of the Queen’s residence snapped back with unpleasant force.

They still weren’t safe.

The surge of adrenaline that followed made her eyes open wide and dig her fingers into Kain’s strong sides.

Faint daylight filtered in to replace the darkness she’d floated in for uncounted hours, suggesting it was just on the cusp of dawn. She didn’t have time to reflect more on what that meant for how long she’d been out, because in the next moment, her eyes managed to focus on the man resting between her thighs.

Black and red scales covered his naked body and long, ebony horns sprang from his skull. Though his angular features were eerily familiar, they were also those of a monster.

Selma screamed, reflexively striking out at the beast on top of her in a panic.