Page 8 of Plug and Claim

Kira shot him a resentful look before returning to look out the window.

She’d hated it when he laughed at her earlier.

“Don’t look so affronted,” he’d teased. “I have other ways to keep you quiet.”

Like filling your mouth with my cock.

An hour passed, then two. Nearly five hours now, according to his pocket watch.

His earlier arousal had dissipated, mostly because he could tell she was growing uncomfortable from wearing the gag for so long. She was struggling to swallow properly, and her saliva flowed freely, dripping a puddle onto her lap and creating a wet patch down the length of her skirt. She was stubborn, making no move to wipe it, not even when he passed her a handkerchief.

Nathaniel drummed his fingers on his knee. He’d made his point—almost. He would wait another tantalising thirty minutes before he removed the gag, just to ensure the message had sunk in. Until there was no doubt in Kira’s mind that he was in control.

When they reached the smoother roads leading to the Capital, he cleared his throat.

“Very good, Kira. That concludes our lesson. I think you deserve a break.”

The gold of her irises brightened with hope.

Reading her unspoken question, he inclined his head. “Yes, I’ll remove the gag for you.”

Kira turned in her seat so he could reach the back of her neck more easily.

He didn’t move. “Oh, no, Kira, that won’t do.”

She glanced at him in confusion.

“Kneel before me.”

Her eyes clouded with anger, sending lethal daggers his way. He waited for her to comply…but she did not.

His tongue eased over the tip of his fangs. They throbbed, craving to sink into her tender neck. Her defiance whet his appetite like nothing else.

“Come now,” he said lightly, nodding at the carriage floor between their seats. “This does not have to be difficult. Kneel, and I will remove the gag.”

She looked as if she’d sooner chew broken glass than obey him. It would make it all the more satisfying when she did eventually comply.

“Kneel, or don’t kneel,” he said, placing his hands behind his head and smiling like an arrogant prick. “But if you do not, I’m afraid the gag remains.”

A part of him was disappointed she hadn’t shifted into a wolf in order to try and escape yet. There was nothing more beautiful, in his opinion, than a female wolf.

More beautiful than Gloria, the vampiress he’d been pursuing to satisfy his father’s orders. That courtship was painfully drawn out—Gloria had kept him chasing her for several years, and his patience was wearing thin.

Movement caught his eye. Kira had shifted ever so slightly in her seat.

His breathing stopped.

She’s considering it.

His pulse thrummed with anticipation. She would kneel before him and stare up with those soul-gripping brown eyes, and then, he would be ensnared.

He watched in amazement as Kira slowly raised both her hands and gave him the middle finger.

Laughter erupted from his chest, echoing in the cabin.

She was perfect.

She stared out the window again, and he stared at her, hungrily this time, with his cock straining against his trousers. There was so much he could do to her, secluded inside the carriage, but there was one thing he desired above all else: her submission.