Page 56 of Plug and Claim

Her long, supple legs had looked beautiful in white, but in red, she was fucking hot. Nathaniel sucked in air through his teeth as an image flashed in his mind of her legs wrapped around his head.

If I could be so lucky.

He banished the thought as he met Kira’s gaze, giving away nothing of the damp smack of skin that filled his ears.

She spoke first. “Nathaniel.” The single, husky word was like water for a parched throat. He would have knelt to hear her say it again.

“And…to what, do I owe this pleasure?” He fixed Kira with a steely look, feigning disinterest, but his words had betrayed him, each syllable soft and drawn out, as if he could move inside her simply by speaking.

“You claimed me,” Kira said, nodding down at her red socks. “Apparently, I belong to you now.”

He didn’t so much as incline his head—Kira was merely stating the facts.

“They’re calling me…the vampire’s whore,” she continued.

“Actually, I prefer the term slut.”

Kira flinched, her eyes flashing with anger for the briefest of moments before she bowed her head.

“Yes,” she said, so softly he hardly heard it. “I’m your…slut. So, here I am.”

“Indeed.” Nathaniel tilted his head at her, trying to make sense of her sudden meekness. “But you were not summoned.”

Kira bit her lip. “I know that, but…I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait. After last night…after that connection we shared, I…I know you felt it too."

He had, but he would never admit that. “You should leave.” It was almost an order, but he was too transfixed on Kira, too hopeful that she would stay to shut that door completely.

Kira frowned as she played with the sleeves of her blazer—was she nervous, or was the movement contrived?

Finally, she spoke, her voice as gentle as a feather touch. “I had to see you.”

His breathing hitched. “Oh, did you now?”

What is she up to?

His voice grew low in warning. “Let me remind you…the last time you were in my office, you nearly didn’t make it out of here alive. The last time you saw me, I took my fill of your blood and then I took some more. So, explain to me—why are you here?”

Kira licked her lips shyly, and the sight of that seemingly innocent gesture from those seductive lips caused hot flames to roar to life within him. His cock was already straining against his pants, and the growing suspicion that she was manipulating him only served to turn him on more.

But was she manipulating him?

It was difficult to tell. As a vampire, he was an excellent manipulator, but feeding had frazzled his judgement, especially when it came to her. Which was why, with Kira’s blood still fresh in his veins, it would have been wiser to send her away.

Still staring at the floor, Kira said, “I want to learn how to serve you, Nathaniel.”

A thrill ran through him even as alarm bells rang in his mind. He had to send her away. Now.

But before he could speak, her amber eyes flickered up to meet his, and she spoke the words that led to his downfall. “Teach me?”

His heart stopped as all the blood rushed to his cock. A part of him wanted to believe that it was true—that her submission was real. “And what is it you wish to learn?”

Her eyelashes fluttered innocently. “I’ll let you decide on the subject matter.”

Holy hell.

He was right. She was playing him. But what was she hoping to achieve?

Who cares?