Page 64 of Plug and Claim

She scoffed in outrage. “Grateful? For what?”

She tried to stand, but he pushed her back down on the chair.

“Stop it!” she snapped. “You’ve had your fun, now let me go.”

“Not just yet.” Nathaniel said. “It’s time for the reward.”

“I don’t want one,” Kira said immediately. “I decline.”

Nathaniel chuckled low, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. “What about my reward? You had the pleasure of sucking my cock, pet.” His voice turned ice cold. “Now, you will do as you’re told.”

“The pleasure of sucking your cock?” she cried in outrage. “As if!”

He arched an eyebrow as he forced her legs apart and stroked her inner thighs. “Yes. You loved it. And here’s the proof.”

In one deft movement, his hand cupped her mound through her panties, which were soaked.

“So fucking wet,” he growled, rubbing her through the fabric.

“Don’t,” she cried, drawing her knees up to hug them. “I don’t want you taking my virginity.”

Strangely, her words caused a pang of sorrow in him, but he brushed the feeling aside. “Don’t worry. I will keep your maidenhood intact—I know how important it is to you wolves.”

Kira looked relieved, but only for a moment, because then he whispered low in her ear. “Believe me, there are worse things I could do to you. The rest of you is mine.”

As Kira processed his words, he made his move. She still had her legs drawn up protectively, but that didn’t matter. That only gave him better access to her pussy.

She shrieked when his hand slipped under her panties, making him hesitate.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled.

She bit her lip but said nothing, her fearful gaze failing to hide her desire. She was wary, but curious, and he advanced, stroking her wet cunt—slowly, tenderly.

Kira shuddered, trying to shut her legs, but he was in the way.

“Tell me you don’t want this, pet.”

She didn’t answer.

He removed his hand and rubbed her wet arousal across her cheek, trailing two fingers to the corner of her mouth as she stared at him in shock.

He leant close, his voice raspy. “Tell me it’s someone else you’re wet for.”

Kira’s fire was back, and it burnt brightly as she glared at him. “I hate you.”

Nathaniel smiled, painting her lips with her wetness as he slipped two fingers into her warm pussy, hooking them upwards and drawing her closer until she was at the edge of her seat. “But you love how I make you feel.”

She shook her head in refusal, her voice high-pitched. “No.”

He dipped a third finger in, making her gasp as he eased all three in and out. “Oh yes, you do. And you’re going to prove it to me right now when you come for me.”

“No, I’m not,” she insisted, panting as he rubbed her clit with the flat of his palm.

“Oh yes, you are.” He pushed his fingers back in. “You, my dear, are going to come all over my hand like the good little slut you are.”

“No,” she gasped, but her eyes were out of focus, her breathing laboured.

Nathaniel leant into her space.