He obeyed, pressed deeper, and enjoyed the shudder of her pleasure that transferred through his arm and down his spine. He hadn't intentionally tapped into the dark core of magic within him, but the Breeder's sexual energy drew it from him with effortless ease, pulling him deeper into her spell.

“Damned little witch!” Through the fog of lust, anger swelled within him, a small vestige of sanity clawing its way through the hormonal chaos. He didn't want this burning desire to fuck, possess, and protect a Breeder! He’d done everything in his power since maturing into adulthood to avoid the responsibility they demanded, but here he was—one whiff of her cursed scent and he had been after her like a dog on a chain.

The fact that even he—so stoic in his resolve against the mating practices of his kind—had no choice but to act like a lovesick Neanderthal in her presence enraged him.

Clenching the dildo, he let the anger mix with his need for her surrender and drove it into her core far more savagely than most women would have enjoyed. But even though Selma squealed and screamed like a woman possessed, her hips still rose to meet every thrust.

Kain closed his eyes and imagined that the wet noises being pushed from her body came from driving his own mass into her, that the echo of pleasure itching underneath his skin was more than just his unleashed magic. He wanted her pussy to surrender, to force her to accept him as her master as much as he wanted to punish her for stirring those primitive urges in him.

Her pheromone-laced scent and the exquisite sensation of ramming her quivering channel into submission swallowed him whole in their dark torment, and he gave himself to the madness.

Only after several minutes did he realize that her screams and cries were not entirely from pleasure.

The shock—those two seconds he thought he had harmed her—broke the haze like a bucket of ice water, allowing him to hear her shrill pleas through the thrashing and shrieking.

“Please! More! I can't…! Please!”

Reining in his wits, he noticed her desperately lifted hips and flailing arms weren't just thrusting back against the intrusion and clutching at the bedding—she was squirming and angling her pelvis, attempting to get a rougher stimulation, and her hands pressed desperately against her clit to help her climax along. Only it wasn't helping, and the tears streaking her distorted face felt like a punch to the gut.

In the back of his mind, the memory of the lessons his father had bestowed on him concerning Breeders—given back when he had still hoped his son would one day take a mate—made him growl before pulling the near-useless dildo from her quivering flesh. She needed the harsh shape of a demon's anatomy once her ring had been activated—and he couldn't give it to her.

“Please!”