Page 66 of Plug and Tame

“Anyway, I’m trying to decide what I’m wearing to your thirtieth, Nat,” Victoria was saying as Kira ran her tongue over her bright green six-inch heels. “I’m thinking of my orange jumpsuit.”

“Whatever you wear will be fine,” Nathaniel said distractedly.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Whatever I wear will not be ‘fine’. It’s your coronation, and I want to dress up. Oh, by the way, you missed a spot, sweetie,” she said to Kira, pointing to the toe box of her shoe.

Kira didn’t bat an eyelid as she licked the shiny green fabric.

Nathaniel didn’t like anyone else giving Kira orders.

“That’s enough, pet,” he said sharply, indicating for Kira to sit on his lap.

“Yes, sir,” Kira said, standing and settling on his lap.

Her eyelashes fluttered in surprise when she felt his rigid length through his trousers, and she glanced at him.

“Yes?” he murmured, hoping she would say something.

He would have been glad to see her show any emotion, whether it was anger or lust. He wanted to know if his presence affected her even a fraction of how much she affected him.

Kira had acted aloof all week, but even she could not ignore the tension between them. It was thick, musty, and had given him blue balls every night as he lay awake, holding her as she slept.

He was half out of his mind as he tried to hold onto something that was slipping through his fingers.

Victoria was chatting to the other vampires, but he only pretended to listen. He could tell Kira was hyper aware of him by the goosebumps on her skin, and the way she kept glancing in his direction.

Nathaniel squeezed her thigh, relishing the way Kira’s breathing turned shallow. And then slowly, subtly, she shifted, her ass grinding against his erection, the motion stroking his aching length ever so slightly.

“Pet,” he warned quietly when she did it again.

“Yes, sir?”

She turned large innocent eyes to him, but she couldn’t disguise the mischievous glimmer lurking in their depths, nor the faint twitch of her lips.

He trailed his fingers along her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He leant close to her ear, and when she didn’t recoil, he whispered in a gravelly voice, “I need you so badly it hurts.”

It was an understatement. He hadn’t come in days, and despite his constant arousal, he hadn’t had the heart to jerk off.

He needed so much more than a quick release. He yearned to reconnect with Kira, to lavish her with love and affection, and to be everything she needed too.

Kira had said she loved him on the grassy outcrop. Was it still true?

Or have I lost her heart forever?

He lifted his hips ever so slightly, pressing his cock against her ass as he spoke in a low undertone. “Take me out of my misery?”

Kira was pretending to listen to the others’ discussion, but she tilted her head towards him and whispered, “Is that an order, sir?”

“No, it’s not. But I need you.” Her mouth, her clit, her ass, her hands. Anything and everything. He needed it now.

Kira turned her head to look at him dead in the eye. “I need you too.” His heart leapt, but only for a moment as she added, “I need you to arrange an initiation with the Poplarins.”

Nathaniel tried to hide his disappointment—and his guilt. Truthfully, he’d been putting off the meeting; once Kira became a Poplarin, she would cease to be his. Their cherished nights would be over. His bed would be cold forever.

“Well?” she prompted.

“I’m working on it.”

“How much longer?”