It wasn’t clear to her if it was his rumbling voice that pushed her over the edge, or just the inevitable result of the mating. Either way, her body obeyed him. Violently.

Once again she seized, clamping hard around his still-thrusting cock as her pussy sent a deep, unbroken shock of release through her flesh and bones. It rocked her in full waves, making her scream and thrash until black and red dots danced before her eyes—until she was nothing but a quivering extension of him, locked to his being by his thick cock grinding against every square inch of her most sacred place.

When she was certain she’d die if it didn’t end, he took his own release from her.

Roaring, Kain reared up on his hands to slam his hard length in one last time, and the pulse of his essence bathed her cervix in a flush of warmth, filling her past overflowing with spurt after spurt as finally he seeded her.

Dark energy gathered around them, seemingly penetrating her inside and out, searing into the very essence of her being.

His claim.

Selma collapsed. Not a single muscle in her body felt capable of holding her up a moment longer, and when Kain’s warm form came to rest over her, her eyelids fluttered closed. For five full breaths there was nothing apart from soul-deep pleasure, him, and hot semen coating her still weakly spasming channel.

Then muted noise finally broke through to her blissed-out mind. Cheering. Loud, rowdy cheering and shouting.

“Shh, relax,” Kain murmured when she stirred at the unsettling sounds. “You don’t have to deal with this.”

This? Her brain slowly woke up from the haze, forced to react to the intrusion into her peaceful sanctuary underneath the male.

They were surrounded by demons. Demons who’d seen her get fucked into oblivion—had seen the sacred moment between her and her protector. Her mate.

Embarrassment filled her, banishing the glorious feeling of peace and completion.

Kain growled low in his throat above her, clearly frustrated with the change in her scent so soon after their mating, and raised up.

She felt the loss of his protective warmth keenly, but it was the tugging between her legs when he gently pulled out that made her whimper—despite his release he was still mostly erect, and though his cock was much softer now, his ridges stimulated her swollen passage with the movement.

“Shh, little one.” He placed a soothing hand on her backside when he was finally out, ensuring she stayed put despite her desire to curl up on herself. “Stay still.”

Selma obeyed, partly because she could hardly move her sore body, and pressed her face into the sawdust, wishing they were anywhere but there. She needed his touch and comfort, needed his scent—and only his scent—to surround her. Not these strangers staring at her body while she was at her most vulnerable.