Page 65 of In Darkness We Claim

“Try walking,” he suggests, taking a step away from me so I have room to move.

I do as he advises, and I’m only a couple of steps in when the egg hits me in places I wasn’t expecting, sending ripples of desire shooting through my core, and I have to bite my lip to hold back a moan.

Lawson, who is watching my every move, sees the exact moment the egg hits the perfect spot, and that cocky, knowing smirk of his returns. I want to slap him, but it’s taking all of my energy to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

I try to push the desire away, concentrating solely on my steps, and when I look over at Lawson again, he’s messing about on his phone. I’m about to ask him if we should go, when his gaze meets mine, and for just a fraction of a second, an almost mischievous expression crosses his face, and it doesn’t take me long to work out why.

The bloody egg starts to vibrate, and my knees almost give way. I stumble in my too-high heels, and if it wasn’t for Lawson catching me, I’d be a collapsed mess on the floor right now.

“What did you do?” I snap, my breath hitching with a sharp, involuntary gasp as the buzzing from the egg deep inside my body intensifies, sending tremors through me. My eyes grow wide with a desperate focus, as I rock my hips back and forth, each movement a plea for the vibration to find that elusive, aching spot.

“Did I forget to mention that the egg vibrates?” He tries to play dumb, but it doesn’t suit him.

I hit him on his arm, glaring at him, but it hardly has the desired effect when a moan of pleasure slips from my lips. “Turn the vibration off. I can’t walk like this,” I tell him, though my body betrays my words as I twirl my hips while Lawson holds me upright, seeking more of the pleasure the egg brings.

Lawson lifts his phone, and with just a few touches of the screen, the vibration turns off. I let out a sigh of relief, that sounds suspiciously like a frustrated groan, as I try to straighten out and find my footing once more.

My legs are a little shaky, my pussy still tingling from the ghost of the vibration as my heart thumps loudly, but with Lawson’s help, I’m able to stand straight again. Still, he doesn’t remove his hand from where it’s wrapped around my waist, and I allow some of my weight to rest against his side.

“What are you going to use that for?” I ask, my eyes narrowed on him, as I think I already know the answer.

Sure enough, his mischievous grin tells me everything I need to know. “I will use it to make sure you know who you belong to tonight.”

I roll my eyes at the possessive edge to his voice. “Like I could ever forget,” I snap sarcastically, which only makes him laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea. I will not stop until the entire world knows you’re mine. But more importantly, I plan on making sure you never forget that every part of you, every piece you willingly gifted to me, will always belong to me. Now, let’s get this assignment done, so I can bring you home and fuck you.”

Lawson walks us out of the dorms together, not stopping until we reach a bright-red car I don’t recognise. Wren is in the front passenger seat, with Bram in the driver’s seat. Once we’re close enough, Bram sticks his head out of the open window.

“Didn’t think you guys were coming. Wren wanted to send in a search and rescue team,” he shouts, and my best friend can be heard grumbling from inside the car, but I can’t make out what she’s saying.

Lawson doesn’t bother replying, he just holds the car door open for me, gesturing for me to climb in. It’s not as easy as it usually would be to get in and scoot across to the opposite side, with my dress and the egg acting as a hindrance.

I have to bite my lip to hold back a moan when I shuffle into position and the egg moves along with me, hitting spots deep inside that makes me see stars. I have an awful feeling the black lace thong is going to do a terrible job of containing how wet I am tonight.

As Lawson takes a seat beside me, he has a knowing look in his eyes, along with that bloody smirk that infuriates me. “Comfy?” he asks as he reaches over and pulls my seatbelt into position, securing it for me.

“I could have done that,” I grumble, but he completely ignores me, sliding into the middle seat, so there’s no gap between us.

He rests his hand on my thigh, and I try my hardest to ignore the way my skin tingles beneath his touch. It’s worrying how easily I respond to him after such a short amount of time.

“Shall we go over the plan?” Bram asks, his gaze fixed on the road in front of him.

I turn to Lawson, my eyes wide with panic, as I quietly whisper so only he can hear. “There’s a plan?” He hasn’t told me any sort of plan, only that I’m supposed to attract the attention of a new Pledge, and hope he spills his secrets to me.

Before Lawson can reply, Bram continues, “I don’t think you will be in any danger tonight, but it’s always best to go over the plan, so we’re all on the same page.”

“Danger?” Wren squeaks, glaring at Bram before turning her attention to me. “I didn’t sign up for anything dangerous.”

“It’s a good thing I just said it wouldn’t be dangerous,” Bram replies sarcastically, which only makes Wren glare harder.

Lawson cuts in before they can argue anymore. “Look, we’ve done our research, and from what we can tell, the Pledge, Nigel, he has a type,” he says, before turning to look at me. “And you are it.”

“What?”

“He likes pretty girls who dress in a way that shows off all their curves. While he prefers them a little on the shy side, he also wants them to be confident enough to be open to a one-night stand if he asks them. He doesn’t want to work too hard to get laid. He wants a girl who acts shy, but is really body confident, at ease with her sexuality, and not afraid to go home with a total stranger.”

Wren lets out a loud, harsh laugh, as she turns to look over her shoulder at Lawson. “I hate to break it to you, dude, but that most definitely does not describe Harper. She’s got the shy part down, but that’s about it.”