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Nathaniel smiled. She was going to come all over his trousers.

All he had to do was wait.

Chapter 33

Humping a Vampire

Kira

Kira was in agony, and it took every ounce of restraint not to grind her hips against the vampire’s crotch.

He held her close, his proximity overwhelming her senses. His smoky scent, his sharp gaze, the feel of his hands on her, that condescending smirk, it was mesmerising.

And his boner.

Holy hell.

The rock-hard silhouette of his cock taunted her through his trousers. The prominent bulge agonisingly close to where she needed it, so close and yet so far. It made her arousal impossible to ignore, yet she felt nervous and giddy with his thick member primed and ready to shoot as it pressed against her clit.

The effects of the alcohol she’d had at the party were wearing off, and yet, she was intoxicated all over again as she sat astride Nathaniel. She was helpless, his sharp gaze peeling back her defences one layer at a time, unnerving her and making her body tingle with rippling chills.

Time stood still, and Kira felt her scowl slipping, her annoyance fading into the background as she absorbed the tension simmering between them. Nathaniel had a way of making her feel safe even when she was vulnerable. She still despised him, but she was no longer scared of him.

Maybe she should have been, but the fucking plug had overridden all logic. She couldn’t think straight, and she squirmed feeling like an angsty ball of flames.

Nathaniel tapped on the plug again.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Waiting,” he purred. “Watching. Wanting.”

She gulped at the smouldering desire in his hooded eyes, and for a flicker of a second, she almost felt something for the vampire.

Almost, because he had to go and fucking tap the plug again. He repeated the motion, firmly, cruelly, holding her gaze as he stoked the fire that was burning her insides with need. Her ass was stretched and full to the brim, the sensation causing her clit to throb. She desperately needed to stroke herself, or to have him touch it, or… or anything.

She didn’t care who or what, she just couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.

Nathaniel shuffled in his seat ever so slightly, and the movement put half an inch of space between his crotch and her pussy. The distance may as well have spanned miles for how it made her pine for him to move back closer. She felt a twinge of frustration as she realised that he’d moved away on purpose.

The thick bulge of his cock awaited her…

But was it worth her pride?

A whimper escaped her throat, and Nathaniel chuckled, stroking the back of her head as if to calm her. Which, strangely enough, helped put her at ease.

“It’s all right, pet. Do what you need to do.”

She shook her head.

I can’t.

“Yes. Take what you want. It’s your turn to use me.”

Kira pressed her lips together.

Am I actually considering it?

An involuntary thrill ran through her as Nathaniel pulled her closer, crushing his hard chest against her breasts. She sighed softly. Her chin rested on his shoulder, giving her a view of the armchair’s backrest. She honed in on the details—a brocade pattern in deep regal colours of midnight black and forest green, embroidered with metallic thread that glinted in the candlelight. The intricate, dark mahogany frame boasted ornate carvings of unbloomed roses, the twisting vines the perfect thing to distract her.