Page 74 of Plug and Tame

She pushed herself onto her elbows in time to see Nathaniel drag Mark away, his hand on Mark’s fur-lined throat.

Her heart fluttered with shaky relief at the sight of Nathaniel.

He’s still here. He didn’t leave.

Nathaniel’s fangs glinted as they protracted in a snarl, his face contorted in fury, and he lunged, biting Mark’s throat and causing him to shriek.

Chelsea screamed, apparently too distressed to shift.

“What the fuck?!” Mark shouted as Nathaniel withdrew his fangs, leaving two red puncture wounds on the wolf’s neck. “You didn’t even let me finish!”

“You’re finished,” Nathaniel hissed, dragging him out of the room.

“I hadn’t even come yet!”

“I promised you her maidenhood, nothing more,” Nathaniel snarled. “That was our agreement. Now, get out!”

Kira stumbled out of bed, her legs weak as she crossed the bedroom. She reached the entryway just in time to see Nathaniel throw Mark out into the corridor.

Chelsea had already gone. Nathaniel slammed the door shut after them. A trail of blood dotted the carpet, and it glistened on Nathaniel’s chin.

Kira stared at him in shock. He was shaking, his shoulders rising with heavy breaths. He stared at the door a moment longer before spitting Mark’s blood onto the carpet.

He turned slowly and froze when he spotted her.

Their eyes locked and Kira felt the breath leave her. Admiration surged in her chest. Nathaniel had saved her. He was vicious, protective, and a predator…

And I love him.

“Nathaniel,” she whispered, gasping as her knees nearly gave out.

Leaping forward, Nathaniel crossed the room in two strides, scooping her up in his arms. He carried her through to the bedroom, and all she could do was lie limply in his arms, blinking up at him in wonderment. His icy eyes looked crazed in their intensity, and he never once looked away as he gently lay her on the mattress.

“I’ve failed you,” he apologised, lying down beside her. “Forgive me, my love.”

“You haven’t failed me. There’s nothing to forgive.”

“I should have put a stop to this before it began.”

She shook her head. “That’s not fair. Don’t blame yourself. I’m a Poplarin now. This is fine,” she added, unsure who it was she was trying to convince.

“Mark doing that to you was not fine,” Nathaniel growled. “No one will ever do that to you again.”

“But, what about your father—”

“No one,” he repeated, his harsh tone carrying a finality to it, “Except me. You are mine. From now on, the only one who touches you is me. Understand?”

Before she could question him, he stopped her mouth with a kiss, urgently coaxing her mouth open as he claimed her. Their lips explored one another, seeking, tasting, their mouths open and their tongues flicking together sensually.

“I want you,” she said, breaking the kiss and hastily helping him unbutton his shirt. Nathaniel shrugged out of his clothes, but as he leant back, he paused to stare at a small patch of blood on the bed sheets. She saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled, and she felt a sharp jolt as she realised it was her blood.

Nathaniel met her gaze, the depraved energy darkening as he undid his belt. “Mark might have been the first person inside of you,” he began, taking his cock out, “but mine will be the last. I’ll be damned if Mark is the last person to use your cunt. So spread your legs, pet. Welcome your master as he reclaims you.”

Kira was too stunned by his aura to disobey. She shuffled back onto the bed and spread her legs. The magnificent sight of his rigid cock had her nervous with anticipation.

Nathaniel hitched her feet over his shoulders and leant forward, brushing the bodice of her lace outfit.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, before his expression hardened. “And you’re mine. My cum is the only seed you will carry. Is that understood?”