Page 10 of Plug and Claim

But what was even more disturbing was the heat pooling in her core, and the throbbing ache at the apex of her thighs. She’d never felt physical desire so intensely, and she didn’t know what it meant. Alarmed, she buried the sensation deep.

Several more minutes passed. Kira’s neck became cramped from gazing out the window beside her, so she took a break to stretch it. Saliva slopped as she rolled her head from side to side, but her physical comfort took precedence over her pride.

That was when she realised how tired she felt. She reluctantly let her gaze meet the vampire’s.

There was no pity in his expression. His cold amusement had vanished as well. In its place was something that resembled admiration.

Odd.

Dismay swept through her as she looked through the window behind him. In the far distance, the inky blackness was tinged with grey. Dawn approached.

Her eyes widened as realisation hit her. They truly had been riding for hours, and he had no intention of stopping the carriage until she complied with his demand.

“Yes, we’ve been going in circles,” he said matter-of-factly. “The city is just beyond the crest of this hill. We’ve been circling the Eastern Lake—I was wondering when you’d notice.”

An angry, muffled snarl erupted from her as she launched herself at him, claws bared, but the vampire was ready for her, and he grabbed her wrists and tugged her closer.

She had put everything into lunging forward, expecting that he would try to block her attack. She was not prepared for him to pull her closer, and as she fell forward, he positioned her so she sat astride him with her legs splayed.

“Farghhhhhhh!” she screamed, the swear word unrecognisable as she wrenched her arms free and hit him.

He chuckled, unfazed by her attack, and grabbed her hips, pulling her even closer until she was left in no doubt of what he wanted. His hardness was prominent through his trousers, with what she suspected was the head of his cock pressed into her thigh.

She went still, too afraid to move or do anything that would increase that contact. But slowly, the vampire rocked his hips upward, the movement gradual but deliberate. It brought his rigid length closer to her mound, causing a strange desire, forbidden and intoxicating, to flare in her core as he rubbed himself against her.

“Is this what you want?” he murmured.

“No!” Kira cried, but the word was garbled. She tried to pull her hips away, but the vampire’s grip dug into her ass cheeks painfully, and he held her in place as he ground himself against her again.

Disgust and failure washed over her as he repeated the motion, and the tingle of pleasure she felt left her feeling exhausted and confused. She hung her head, letting it drop onto his shoulder as the last of the fight left her.

He had won.

She couldn’t take one more minute with the gag, or of this humiliation.

“Had enough?” he murmured. Still clasping her hips, his fingers grazed her ass as his warm breath tickled her ear. “Kneel before me, pet. Show me how obedient you are.”

His words were like venom, and Kira shook her head angrily even as a choked sob escaped her. She had dribbled saliva onto his shoulder, and it glimmered in the dim light, decorating the dark fabric of his coat. He followed her gaze but made no move to wipe it away.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered. “I so wish to tame you.”

Go to hell.

“The choice is yours, pet. You may continue to wear the gag if you prefer. Or you can kneel.”

Kira huffed. This was not a choice—more like coercion, but she was too damn tired to play this game anymore. Her mind had somehow even rationalised what he was asking of her. Was kneeling really worse than what she was doing now? Sitting on the vampire’s lap with his hands on her ass and his cock poised? The only thing preventing him from penetration was the taut fabric of their clothes and—she hoped—their self-restraint.

The vampire whispered in her ear. “While you are deciding, pet, let me warn you…if we continue much longer like this with you straddling me, it will end with my cock deep inside you. So, think carefully…and choose.”

The threat of his words instilled fear in her, and she shoved off him. He didn’t try to stop her as she rose to stand on shaky legs before him. Beneath her feet was an ornate rug in a floral pattern. That was where he wanted her. On her knees, under his control, to be dominated however he saw fit. To surrender would break her spirit—but physically, she was at her breaking point.

The vampire tossed a thin cushion at her feet. “For your knees.”

Fucker, she thought, kicking it aside.

I will kneel, but not on your terms.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she lowered herself down on one knee, and then the other, every inch of movement a betrayal to herself. Where was the strong Kira who’d vowed to avenge the wolves? The floor was hard and unforgiving beneath her knees, and she regretted having forgone the cushion.