Selma yowled, but not from pain as he had half-expected. The human women he occasionally brought to his bed when the dark need inside of him became too much to bear usually struggled to take a third finger, but Selma only bucked, desperate for more.

The black dots dancing before his eyes turned red as his self-control slipped, drowning in the pounding rhythm of his pulse.

She was a Breeder. His Breeder.

Kain raised up above her, bracing himself on his free hand. Three of his fingers remained buried deep in her quivering pussy, hooking into the spongy zone on her frontal wall.

“Yes! More!” she mewled, clawing at his arm.

He let out a deep growl filled with his claim.

Selma's eyes popped open at the sound and she stared up at him, mouth half-open, chest heaving in time with her moans and her eyes shining with pure, dark lust. Her tangled bangs had been swept away, exposing her silvery mark, and the rest of her dark hair was fanned above her head like a matted halo against his black bedding.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was the only thing he would ever need.

“Fuck. Me!”

If he hadn't been lost in a rush of hormones, he would have laughed at the small woman's angry demand. No one dared order him about like that, not since he’d left his father's domain, but this little thing… she looked about ready to maul him if he didn't comply.

She reached up to rip at his clothes, already snarling with impatience, and it set his dominance aflame. His blood seemed to boil underneath his skin, erasing everything but his need to mark, claim, take.

Growling again, Kain grabbed her wrists in one hand and shifted his weight so he could undo his pants with the other. His cock burst free, immediately drawn to her sopping entrance so willingly thrust up against him. Her dripping lips kissed his ridged head, and the shockwaves of pleasure that shuddered through him had him unthinkingly pushing against them, seeking entry.

“God!”

The hated word was the only thing that tore his conscience back into his body, the impact of it making his eyes flutter open, gaze zeroing in on the woman underneath him.

Her mouth was open in a silent “O,” her forehead furrowed and her hands curled into claws while her body bent in a frozen arc as her pussy stretched to take him.

The shudders of raw pleasure her wet embrace inflicted upon the crown of his cock were nearly enough that he gave in to every screaming instinct in his mind and body demanding that he fill and fuck her. Yet as he saw her lying there, so completely defenseless underneath his massive form, some part of him remembered that she was under his protection—and that if he gave in, he would kill her.