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He gave her a light pat on her bottom and steered her towards the stairwell. He was pleased to see her blushing.

“Wait, I should clean up,” she murmured, glancing back at her door. “It’s running down my legs…”

An idea sparked in his mind. “You are right. That is a problem.” He kept his hand on her back, but he changed course, drawing her into the shared bathroom.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he shut the door.

His body pulsed with nervous excitement as he produced the cloth-wrapped plug. “Ensuring you don’t spill any more of my seed in the school halls.” He gave her a sidelong glance. “And for your safety, of course.”

She blew the hair out of her face with a soft laugh. “Of course.”

He remained still, however, trying to decide if the prospect of wearing the plug made her uncomfortable.

Susie sighed with a roll of her eyes and extended her hand, smiling with amusement. “Give it here.”

Arken gulped and handed over the plug, and as Susie lifted her skirt, he had to hold onto the tiled wall for support. She inserted it so quickly that he nearly missed it, and then she gave him a smirk. “See you after school…Headmaster.”

He was helpless to do anything but watch as she waved and the bathroom. When she was gone, he let out a long exhale, half-contemplating a cold shower to help his hard erection go down.

Fuck it.

When he remerged in his sodden suit, dripping pools of water in his wake, he couldn’t help but wonder for the second time that morning: who was dominating who?

Chapter 48

Molly’s Initiation

Susie

Walking through the school that day was a strange experience for Susie, and not just because it was her first day back. The plug inside her shifted with each step, and she was starting to regret her earlier bravado in the bathroom. It had been worth it to see Arken’s stunned face when she’d taken initiative, and the way he’d been rendered helpless as she strutted out.

Or so she’d thought. The cool sensation of the plug, as well as the squishing pressure it applied to her insides, was quickly reducing her to a hot, wet mess. If anyone smelt it on her, they didn’t comment on it.

She was surprised to learn that Arken had suspended Zott’s class until further notice. The news had sent shockwaves through the school, but Arken hadn’t mentioned it to her at all. He seemed unwilling to bring up anything that might paint him in a positive light, and never fished for compliments or reassurance, not even when they were flirting. She was careful to be kind to him for that reason. How strange, to have that sort of power over a vampire.

She wondered how Zott had reacted to his classes being cancelled. She’d learnt about it from one of the second-years during Physical Education. They were playing badminton, which was a favourite of vampires. Like most of the other wolves, her partner hated it, but Susie had a smile on her face as she hit the shuttlecock with a satisfying swat and sent it soaring over the net. It felt good to be outside feeling the autumn sunlight warm her back, and it was a sport she could actually play well. Healer Wallarick—she’d finally memorised the dwarf’s name—had advised against extraneous exercise and sports with physical contact.

He’d advised against other things, too, but oh well.

It had been good to see her pack members throughout the day, and she’d shared lunch with them all. There were more than a few unfamiliar faces—new members who had come over from disbanded packs. Susie and Harry had an ‘anyone’s welcome’ approach to allowing new members into their pack, but some of them clearly had no interest in reading.

“It’ll grow on them,” Harry said as they walked to class, waving dismissively.

“I’m not quite sure about the bald one. What was his name again?”

“Dunno, I forget. Starts with ‘B’. He could grow his hair out, though.”

“No, not his hair.” She gave Harry a light shove. “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know how to read.”

“Meh. He’ll learn.”

“He didn’t seem like he wanted to learn. He used to play football with his old pack.”

Harry shrugged. “Maybe we’ll get him into sports fiction.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“No, but it should be,” Harry grinned. “Football, hockey, basketball—”