Page 37 of Plug and Claim

She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut against her tears. She had been wrong. He wasn’t just a monster. He was pure evil, and she had no quips, no comebacks, and no anger to offer him. She was more scared now than she’d ever been in her life, and she was completely at his mercy. Panic surged as he choked her, and she didn’t dare move, not even to struggle. Her breathing was strained, and she began to feel faint as stars danced before her eyes.

Please, don’t let it hurt.

Whatever he does to me…

Nathaniel’s voice was loud in her ear. “Kira, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Are you listening?”

She made a small, wheezing sound of affirmation.

“If I catch you in my office again, you won’t leave. I will mount you on my desk, and when I’m done with your cunt, I’ll mount you on the wall with the others. Is that understood?”

When she didn’t answer, he gave her a rough shake. “Is that understood?”

“Y-yes.”

He released her.

She dropped to the ground, rasping for air, before picking herself up and bolting from the room.

It wasn’t until she’d reached the school’s gym, a large separate building on the grounds, that she realised she still had the jewellery box trapped in her fist. She didn’t have the courage to return it, nor to ever step foot in that office again. It was a miracle she’d gotten away without the vampire biting her. She’d been fully prepared to never leave that office alive.

She flinched when the school bell echoed in the empty gym. The initiation would begin soon, but she couldn’t think about that. Her mind was consumed with fear of the cold, sinister side she’d discovered of Nathaniel. Up to this point, he’d been little more than an exceptionally frustrating vampire to her, and she’d hated him by default. But after discovering that he’d murdered the Royal Wolf family, and goodness knew how many others…

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think.

By the time the Poplarin Pack arrived for the initiation, she was still trembling.

Chapter 15

The Shower Fantasy

Nathaniel

Nathaniel stood alone in his office. There was a fine line between being alone, and loneliness, and he was somewhere in between. He had not needed the wolves’ heightened sense of smell to detect Kira’s fear. Her skin had been clammy with it, and he had tasted the saltiness of her sweat when he licked her neck. Her body had been so warm against his, her stiff shoulders unable to mask her involuntary shivers when he touched her, or the way her fingers trembled. His fangs throbbed, and he longed to sink them into her neck.

Oh, how sweet her blood would have tasted.

If only.

If only, instead of making empty threats to scare her, he’d let himself do what he truly desired: to mount her on the desk. He wanted to hike her skirt up, spread her legs, pull her panties aside. He wanted to be on her, his body folded forward so he could watch her face as he pushed his cock into her tight, wet cunt.

Would she make little sounds of surprise as he fucked her? Or would she howl in outrage, hating him even as she loved how he made her feel? He was dying to find out, not only to satisfy his curiosity, but to feed the primal hunger that burnt within him whenever she was near.

Nathaniel had resolved to keep his distance, but she was pushing him to the brink of madness by entering the abomination he called an office.

He could no longer deny it—he wanted to fuck her, and badly. Maybe then, he’d finally be able to get her out of his mind, instead of lying awake at night with his balls aching. Jerking off hadn’t helped.

He’d tried thinking of Gloria, his bride-to-be. Gloria hadn’t said ‘yes’ yet, of course, but the match had been arranged since they were young and was designed to strengthen his father’s rule by combining their bloodlines. Technically, it should have been Princess Gloria, but no one used her title anymore for fear of being overheard by Henrikk’s spies—which usually resulted in a swift execution.

Henrikk had killed Gloria’s parents, Vampire Queen Liddia and her first husband, the late Vampire King Dmitri. Despite Henrikk’s iron-fisted rule, the old royals in his court quietly bemoaned the land of yesterday. Henrikk wanted their support, and badly. It was why he’d arranged the alliance between Nathaniel and Gloria. Their marriage would unite the vampires and put a stop to infighting. For who could contest the marriage between Prince Nathaniel, son of the usurper king, and Princess Gloria, who was—as every vampire knew—the rightful heir to the throne?

Any children they had would be undisputed heirs, and Henrikk could then be satisfied in securing his legacy and ensuring a stable rule.

Princess or not, Gloria despised Nathaniel for obvious reasons, but he could not bring her parents back any more than he could have stopped his father from slaughtering them.

When it came to the arranged marriage, he was just as trapped as Gloria was. She was wise enough to know this because she played her part well. She always offering him smiles and curtsies, and she never let her contempt show, even if he did sense it simmering underneath her polite veneer. Gloria’s revenge was slow, quiet, and ongoing. She had punished Nathaniel and his father by dragging out the courtship all these years, always emanating interest without ever giving him a firm ‘yes’.

Nathaniel understood the source of her anger, but it was a game he was beginning to tire of. There had even been a time that he felt something for her, a delusion he’d held about their union mending the wounds of the past. But he’d soon discovered that the real Gloria had no interest in healing anything, nor making the world better—she was stuck in the past, and her venom was primed for anyone who tried to take her pain away.