The unwavering knowledge and trust of who she had just made love to was replaced by her worst nightmare come to life, his brutal girth still lodged deep inside of her.

“Get off, get off! Get the fuck off me!”

With a grunt of surprise the demon obeyed, moving swiftly and easily off her still-flailing body. He only paused to pull out of her swollen pussy, gently dislodging himself from her flesh despite her attempts to kick him.

“Selma…” Her name was a deep rumble from the back of his throat. His eyebrows were knit in either concern or frustration.

The second he was out of her body she scurried backwards, only stopping when metal hit her back and shoulders. It was the side of the helicopter they’d flown in to save Kain; it was still on the ground, and the demon had pulled back far enough that he was now crouched outside the opposite door, giving her space.

“Calm her down, Kain. It’s just the mark’s effect wearing off. Your baby must have needed that infusion of power to be strong enough to protect her from it.”

The calm voice came from somewhere behind the demon hovering by the open door.

Someone else snorted in amusement, and movement outside the helicopter made her curl into a tighter ball.

“Well, that is some seriously awkward timing. Could you hurry this up? We need to get moving, and her scent is driving me crazy.”

“Shut up, Kesh,” the demon who’d mounted her snapped before turning back to her, his features smoothing from the scowl he’d leveled at the other.

“Selma, listen to my voice. It’s just me—it’s Kain. You know me, little one. Close your eyes and just listen.”

His suggestion made her stare at him in shock. Close her eyes? He must be insane.

Yet the moment’s pause gave logic time to rear its head. Despite what he looked like, this was Kain. Kain.

Reluctantly, she let her eyelids flutter closed.

A soft, rich humming made her heart rate drop almost instantly.

“It’s just me, little one,” Kain’s deep voice called softly through the unwavering sound of his hum. “It’s Kain, your mate. I told you this would happen, remember? There’s nothing to be afraid of, I promise you. Our son is just fighting the mark for you. You know I would never hurt you.”

Selma breathed deeply as her fear subsided. While she couldn’t see him, there was little doubt in her mind that this was the man she’d been longing for ever since she’d met him. His voice rumbled richly from his chest, cooing to her as if she were a wild animal. Trying to make her as comfortable as possible.

“Let me smell you,” she croaked. His smell was her favorite thing about him, and if she could focus on that along with his voice, then maybe she could accept this.