Page 111 of Plug and Tame

Her wolves recombined as she morphed back into her human self. The collar was tight around her neck, the gag and plug large and intrusive, but her tight dress and strappy heels made her feel slutty and powerful.

She focused on Nathaniel and Gloria, her insides now boiling with jealousy. Her eyes swam with unfallen tears. She was miserable, her heart aching with betrayal. But the humiliation of being sidelined and made to watch this act also turned her on. She was involved in what was happening to Gloria…

And I can decide how this plays out.

“Nathaniel,” she whispered as a heavy tear rolled down her face. “Nathaniel, look at me.”

Nathaniel’s head slowly turned towards her, and she was startled to see the shame on his face. Not just shame. Regret. And also doubt, the fear etched on his face so plainly she understood his unspoken thought perfectly: I can’t do this.

“Yes, you can,” she said mentally. “I will help you.”

She held his gaze as she sat back onto her bottom and spread her legs wide to give him a full view of her pussy. Using her bound hands, she began to stroke herself. “Watch me,” she urged, “And don’t look away.”

Surprise flashed through Nathaniel’s eyes, and he watched her with wild, desperate eyes, never looking away as he rutted Gloria—as if Kira was his lifeline throughout all this madness. As if it was her he was taking from behind.

Kira opened her mind to her magic, letting Nathaniel feel her pleasure as profoundly as she did as she touched herself. She shuddered as her fingers grazed her wet folds. She was extremely sensitive, and the feel of her fingers as she pushed them into her swollen slit felt so good that she choked out a sob. She wished it was Nathaniel. His fingers, his mouth, his cock.

“I need you,” she said, opening her mind up to his thoughts, his emotions, his sensations, until she keenly felt every ounce of pleasure and shame. She embraced it all—the ragged gasps, the guilty pangs, and each forbidden thrust culminating to something grand and colossal that she couldn’t even begin to understand.

And she let him feel her pain. Her heartache. Her love, both pure and imperfect. Her earnest affection messy with hopes and fears.

“I need you,” she said again, because he hadn’t believed her the first time, and she needed him to hear it. Needing him to believe that she loved all parts of him. Not just the shadow who emulated his father. And not just the kind man hiding underneath who was trying to save the world. But all of him. Even the man who was forcing her sister.

“I need you too,” he choked, pushing his cock into Gloria, his deadened gaze growing hungry as he watched her stroke her sopping clit.

The vampiress lifted her head with a scowl. “Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” Nathaniel said, pushing her head back down. “Be silent.”

His eyes refocused on Kira.

She sent him a new wave of emotion through her magic, letting him feel her anguish and yearning as she worked her fingers in and out. And then she did something new, something she hadn’t known she could do: she conjured the memory of how he’d taken her in the hotel, of the sweet and hot moments, and the taboo ones too, and sent the flash of images to his mind.

Nathaniel drew a sharp breath, his eyes losing focus as the scene played out in his mind, sharing his thoughts with her. His movements grew more intense, his breathing heavier as he drew closer to his orgasm, fucking Gloria with fervour even as he pictured Kira.

Gloria ruined the moment when she caught sight of Kira fingering herself.

“Control your disgusting pet,” she snapped.

Nathaniel slapped his hand over her mouth. “I warned you to be quiet.”

The moment his hand covered Gloria’s mouth, the vampiress began to come, her throaty moans causing sickening jealousy to seep into every corner of Kira’s heart, dousing the embers of her orgasm. The euphoric moment between her and Nathaniel was gone, and they exchanged a weary look of disappointment.

Nathaniel had no choice but to continue, and as the minutes passed, Gloria was rocked from one orgasm to the next, and still, neither he nor Kira had climaxed. As exhaustion began to set in, their concentration began to slip, as did Nathaniel’s facade.

Suddenly, Gloria looked to the side and caught sight of Nathaniel—who was staring at Kira.

The vampiress shrieked in outrage, her eyes blazing as she wrenched her mouth free of his hand. “You’re looking at her instead of me?”

She tried to buck Nathaniel off, but he held tight, riding her as if she were a wild horse, keeping his cock embedded in her pussy the whole time.

“Why are you looking at her instead of me?” Gloria asked in a whimper so sad that it made Kira feel for her.

Nathaniel leant close to her ear, his voice gentle. “It’s something you will grow accustomed to in our lengthy marriage, dearest.”

“But she’s just a wolf! A worthless, mangy mutt—”

“She is just a wolf,” Nathaniel agreed, his voice dangerous and soothing. “And yet…I’d much rather be fucking her.”