Page 108 of Plug and Claim

“Yes,” he said, straightening. “Do not stop until you have reached the end of the page.”

The tension was so thick he could have cut it with a knife. As Kira deliberated, he remained behind her, fighting the urge to take hold of her hips and press himself against her exposed pussy. He was still fully clothed, but that could change.

Kira finally began, her voice resonating as she read the passage out loud.

“Despite persistent attempts at diplomatic reconciliation, the escalating tensions between the vampire coterie and the ever-growing wolf populace soon reached a boiling point.” Kira paused. “Why are you making me read this?”

Slap.

She flinched from the impact of his open hand on her ass. He braced himself for her reaction, but she seemed too stunned to speak.

“Continue,” he said, stroking the skin where he’d slapped her, the beautiful bronze cheek glowing dark pink.

“However, it wasn’t until the Wolf King, Bakker, abducted and married the Vampire Queen…” She stopped again, twisting to look at him. “Abducted? But that’s not what happened—”

Slap.

“Do not stop. Continue.”

Kira glared at him but faced back and kept reading.

“It wasn’t until the Wolf King, Bakker, abducted and married the Vampire Queen, Liddia…making her his second spouse and utilising her to breed mixed progeny, that the vampires went to war…What does it mean by mixed progeny?”

Nathaniel bent over her to whisper in her ear, touching her swollen cunt at the same time. It was so wet it was dripping, waiting for him.

Soon.

She whimpered as he rubbed her.

“You’re asking a lot of questions, slut,” he said, enjoying the way she groaned beneath his touch. He inserted his fingers, coating them in her fluids, and pumped them several times. “They’re the right questions…but I ordered you to keep reading.” Without removing his fingers, he spanked her with his other hand, harder this time. “Continue.”

“Do I have to?” she asked. “The next part is about the murder of—”

Slap.

She gasped. “The murder of the royal family—”

Slap.

“They’re my kin—”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Kira’s indignant voice cut off, panting with her body tense and primed, her ass coloured pink on both sides.

“Finish the passage,” Nathaniel said, breathing heavily as his charged body burnt with lust and greed.

“You’re a monster for making me read this…and for getting off on it.”

Nathaniel squeezed her ass tightly. “You are mistaken, pet. It’s you who I’m getting off on. The reading material is simply important information you need to know.”

“I don’t agree with it.”

“I didn’t ask you to. Now, enough interruptions. Finish the paragraph.” And then he could finish himself off. He needed her badly. His balls were taut and aching, his cock rock hard, and he was wound up so tightly with the need to fill her. He rubbed himself through his trousers, feeling his cock whilst his other hand probed her. It felt good to touch himself, but not nearly good enough.

“This audacious transgression,” Kira continued breathlessly, “ignited the long-dreaded war, culminating in the bloody night known today as the Revolution.”

Slap.