Page 66 of Plug and Claim

There was nothing he could say to that.

His face hardened as he drove her to the brink, and he revelled in the conflicted emotions on her face.

She thought him a monster, and yet, she was about to come for that monster.

It seemed poetic… or maybe just perverted.

“I have a secret to tell you,” he hissed, relishing the tiny yelps she made each time he thrust his fingers in—a sound that had him hard and throbbing once more. “Are you ready? It’s a secret that is going to send you right over the edge.”

“Doubt it,” she said with a strained voice.

Nathaniel grinned and nibbled her earlobe. “I know you believe that you want to kill me. But deep down, you know that you were never going to use the knife on me.”

“Yes, I was!” Kira argued, jerking against him.

He held her down and doubled his efforts, rewarding her swollen folds with more strokes. “You’re only here because you want me to fuck your greedy little cunt.”

“No, that’s not true! I told you, I don’t—”

“Oh, but it is true. And I’m going to prove it to you.”

Kira’s jaw dropped in shock when he pressed the hilt of the knife into her hand.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she cried as he guided her hand so the point of the knife pressed sharply against his midriff.

“Proving that you’d rather keep me alive so I can pleasure you than kill me,” he said. “But if I’m mistaken: kill me now. Either way, it’ll be one hell of an orgasm for you.”

“No,” Kira moaned, “I won’t…”

But it was too late. She’d reached the point of no return as he thrust his fingers deep into her sopping wet clit.

“That’s it. Moan for me like a good little slut.”

Kira seemed unable to resist, because she moaned as she rocked her clit against his hand, seeking his touch. Her forehead rested against his chest, her hips thrusting as she brought herself closer to the edge—one step closer to being his.

“Good girl. Now, come for me,” he commanded, each word harsh. “Now.”

Kira shrieked and wailed as she came hard, her eyes wide and unseeing as she tipped her head back. She seized his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt, and all the while, she humped his hand, drenching it, her movements ferocious as she rode her orgasm to completion.

She finally stilled, trembling as she released him.

“Such a good girl.” Nathaniel’s gaze dropped to the knife, the point of which had snagged his shirt and torn it, a small patch of red welling on the fabric. It was a cut, nothing more. “Well, I suppose I should be flattered that I’m still alive.”

Kira bared her teeth threateningly. “I really fucking hate you.” But she released the knife, and it landed on the furs with a defeated thump.

Chapter 25

Untouchable

Kira

Dropping the knife was like the nail in the coffin for Kira’s plan.

What have I done?

She’d betrayed her own kind. He was a vampire, her mortal enemy, and the son of the king no less, and she’d just humiliated herself, and not just by performing a sexual act on him—no, that had been a means to an end, a way for her to get close enough to kill him.

But to lower her guard, and to let him touch her…and for her to feel pleasure at his hands…and to hold onto him like a lover as a climax shook her to the core…that was too much to bear.