He’d brought her a few changes of clothes, along with a silken nightgown, but she ignored the luggage he’d carried in as if she had no grasp of how close he was to losing the iron grip he had on his self-control. He’d wanted to throw her down and ravage her all fucking day, and the sight of her bare form didn’t exactly help that.

She was still a bit too thin for his liking—Breeders needed plenty of roundness to sustain the rough needs of their mates—but the Governor had obviously ensured she’d been properly fed since coming into his care. And she was a beautiful girl, with that long, dark hair, full lips, and shapely legs.

When she bent over to climb into the bed, he caught a glimpse of the dark thatch of hair between her parted thighs. Flashes of having her on her hands and knees in front of him, the soft cleft hidden there opened wide around his brutal girth, made him groan low with desire and his cock throb painfully.

The inviting sight of her round ass and soft pussy disappeared from view when she slipped underneath the covers, but his need stayed exactly as urgent. It wasn’t just the blissful sensation of being buried balls-deep in her tight cunt that had him flexing his hands in a desperate attempt at retaining control—it was everything about being with her and feeling her small body soothe his own in ways he never thought possible. He needed to touch her skin, suckle her breasts, taste her maddening juices—

“Kain?”

He jerked at the sound of her voice, somehow managing to tip his spiraling thoughts back into the present.

“Yes?” Even to his own ears, he sounded unusually gruff.

“Come to bed?”

Maybe she was purposefully trying to torture him.

Moving stiffly, he removed his shoes, socks, coat, and jeans. The erection tenting his boxer shorts was painfully obvious, but she’d be blind if she hadn’t spotted it already, and he didn’t want the rough material of his pants making her uncomfortable.

When he walked hesitantly toward the bed, Selma lifted the blankets, displaying most of her glorious nakedness with the invitation.

Kain climbed in next to her, careful not to touch any part of her body. He hadn’t even settled before the girl rolled over, hiking a thigh over his legs and wrapping her arm across his chest.

“You’re so tense,” she murmured.

He could feel the soft press of her breasts against his side and the heat radiating from her core against his thigh.

“You know why.” There was no point in pretending he wasn’t fighting tooth and nail to rein in the raging monster fighting to take her by the hips, flip her over, and force her to give up that tantalizing little cunt. “You’re playing with fire.”