Page 38 of Plug and Claim

Fantasising about Gloria did nothing for him, and he only thought of her to try and take his mind off Kira.

It didn’t work. He could still feel her warm presence pressed into him, and the way her hair tickled his face.

Except that she was gone.

There was nothing left for him here in this façade he called an office. It was designed for intimidation, and little more. Surrounded by death, he only came here to store old records, and did as much of his work as was practical in his suite downstairs.

Whether he was a student was debatable, but after graduating, he’d continued to live in the vampire dorms. Shutting the office door without locking it, he returned downstairs to the seventh floor. His suite was vastly larger than Kira’s room, and contained a lavish king bed, several sitting areas, a desk, wardrobe, and an ensuite.

He stripped off and stood in his shower, shivering as cold water beat down his back. It did nothing to douse his desire. If anything, it beat away all other thoughts, leaving only Kira at the forefront of his mind.

Finally, he gave in. He turned the hot water on, letting the warmth soak his skin until the room was full of steam, and he was hidden amongst it.

But he could not hide from himself, nor his dark desire of all the things he wanted to do to the female wolf.

With his head bent against the tiles and his eyes closed, he stroked his cock, letting out a low moan as he pictured the wild anger on Kira’s face when he’d gagged her. It was a beautiful thing, and she’d been fiercer than he’d dared hope, the way a wolf ought to be. He thought of the blush that reddened her face as he made her kneel, bringing her eye level with his groin and at the perfect height for him to undo his belt and trousers and let her perfect mouth taste him.

The shower grew unbearably hot, but he didn’t adjust the tap. He was so close. He slammed one arm against the tiles above his head, leaning forward and panting heavily as his other hand worked his heavy cock with fast, deliberate strokes. Sensations rippled and pulsed through him as his orgasm grew.

All it took was imagining that it was her hand, not his, jerking him off, to cause his orgasm to erupt through him. His abs clenched, and he gave a deep groan as he fisted his cock and blew his load on the tiled wall. His movements slowed as he milked the last of the cum from his cock, a hollowness taking form.

If only she were here with me.

It had felt good in the moment, but without her, it was meaningless.

He remained in the shower for several minutes longer, eyes squeezed shut as he pictured drawing the wolf close, kissing her cheek and tracing the length of her throat with his fangs.

His breathing gradually calmed, and his clarity of thought returned.

What am I doing?

Lust was one thing, but there were a dozen reasons why he shouldn’t be thinking of Kira in a romantic sense. The pressure on him to woo and marry Gloria was only one of them.

But the ten-year age gap between him and Kira didn’t bother him. She seemed older than nineteen. And for all that the white socks claimed of innocence, he knew she thought of killing him more than any other wolf he’d ever met.

And that was hot.

No, it wasn’t the age difference that bothered him. It was the fact that he was thinking of her, even after he’d spilt his seed all over the wall. And the longer he stood here thinking of her, the more his blood boiled, and it had nothing to do with the hot water searing his skin.

Having sex with a wolf was not unusual for vampires, especially during feeding time. Thanks to the academy, the new generation of wolves were all but domesticated, accepting both without any qualms.

Even Susie’s efforts to secure shifter rights at the academy had made little difference in the grand scheme of things. When the lights went out and the dorms grew quiet, hungry vampires prowled the corridors. No vampire had ever had to break a lock to enter a wolf’s room—there were too many wolves who willingly left their doors open.

Wolves liked sex, plain and simple, and were not shy about it. Some packs even had orgies. But there was no one who could fuck quite like a vampire.

Wanting to have sex with Kira was considered normal by society.

Any kind of romantic feelings, however, were ludicrous.

Frowned upon.

Forbidden.

As his father would say, you may play with your food, but you must throw the leftovers out.

When it came to Kira, even playing with his food seemed dangerous.

Nathaniel had done all he could to scare her away from his office. He sincerely hoped she would not be reckless enough to return.