The helicopter swayed when his heavy weight entered, and then heat radiated against her face and body. He was close, but not reaching for her.

Slowly, she leaned forward and breathed in.

Warm, heady musk caressed her senses and allowed calm to filter through her system, settling her frazzled nerves.

Yes, this was Kain. This was the man who’d risked everything for her.

Selma’s palms found his bare chest of their own accord, stroking over his scaled flesh. It didn’t feel much different than when she’d seen his human illusion—maybe a bit tougher, but still warm and smooth.

Her hands continued upwards, exploring his face. It also seemed pretty much the same, if more chiseled.

Only when she let her fingertips slide up to his coiled horns did things start to feel out of place. They were ridged and sharply pointed at the ends.

It doesn’t matter—it’s still Kain, she silently insisted, even as her hands trembled at the feel of something so unreal on the crown of her lover’s head.

She opened her eyes again.

Kain looked up at her, worry marring his demonic features.

“Are you okay?”

“Okay” was probably a strong word, but Selma nodded nonetheless. At least she no longer felt like her heart was about to burst from her chest.

“That’s good. Will you let me wrap this blanket around you and pick you up? We really do need to get out of here—the Queen’s subjects may very well decide to give chase. I’d rather not have another confrontation out here.”

He was still talking to her as if she were a scared little bird, but her frazzled nerves appreciated the effort. His soothing noises went a long way toward helping her keep calm enough to let him cover her naked body in a thick blanket.

When he lifted her out of the helicopter like a child and carried her around to the front, she saw two other vaguely familiar demons standing by the vehicle. It looked like at least the members of Kain’s family had made it out relatively unscathed, though she had little recollection of events after the light had burst from her body.

Both males turned their gaze away when Kain growled low and threateningly, staking his claim.

As if that was necessary after screwing her while they were apparently just hanging around, waiting for them to be done. Fucking demons and their lack of propriety.

She knew Kain had initiated sex because she’d needed his seed, but while there were plenty of other things to feel uncomfortable about—such as everyone suddenly looking like the monsters she’d spent her entire life fearing—Selma was not exactly pleased with yet another couple of demons having seen and heard her in such an intimate moment.