Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man Chapter 42: DON’T STOP!

I felt Blaze lean in, his breath unnervingly cool against my ear as he whispered, "Little pet, you angered ... so you must calm ."

My stomach twisted. Angered him? My foot. If anything, I was the one who should be furious. Did he think I’d already forgotten how he publicly claid —turned into his walking blood bag like so prized possession? Like it was my fault Reed had dragged to that godforsaken place? These ancient creatures had lived so damn long, I was convinced their brains were rotting.

I wanted to yell, to scream, to curse every last one of them for turning my life into this nightmare. But when you’re sitting next to an undead predator who feeds off you, you learn to keep your damn mouth shut. And that’s exactly what I did.

But, of course, it wouldn’t just end there. It never did.

Blaze reached for my right hand—the one closest to him. Thank God it wasn’t the wrist Reed had nearly crushed earlier. I braced myself for whatever twisted ga he was about to play, but this—this I didn’t expect. You’d think that he would rise it up to his mouth and suck so of my blood like all vampires would do. Right? Nope. Not even close.

He guided my hand straight to his lap.

My fingers brushed against sothing hard.

I froze. My mind short-circuited. My entire body jolted upright so fast I nearly knocked over my chair. A few students turned their heads, glancing toward the back of the class where we sat. Even the professor lifted his eyes from the book he’d been reading aloud.

But one look—one—from Blaze, and every single one of them snapped their necks forward so violently I half-expected bones to crack.

I swallowed thickly, forcing myself to sit back down, my body stiff with shock.

His voice was low, a blade against my skin. "Misbehave again, little pet, and next ti... you’ll be on your knees under my desk. Got that?"

My stomach dropped.

Yeah. Crystal fucking clear.

I nodded. What the hell else could I do? Object? As if I had a choice.

But before I could even process the situation, his fingers wrapped around mine again, forcing my hand back onto his still-hard cock.

And then he started moving. Using my hand to stroke himself.

My breath hitched. We were in a class. A full class. There were people all around us, just a few feet away. The professor was right there, talking, oblivious.

I bit my lip, my heart pounding so hard I swore it would shatter my ribs.

How the hell do vampires even get aroused? They don’t have blood to pump into their groins.

But all thoughts evaporated the second his grip tightened around my wrist, dragging my hand over the solid length beneath his slacks.

Holy. Fuck.

I sat there, frozen, my mind trapped in a swirling fog of panic and disbelief. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

But it was.

Blaze’s fingers remained wrapped around my wrist, controlling every slow, deliberate movent of my hand over him. My pulse pounded so loudly I could barely hear the professor’s voice droning in the background. The air in the classroom felt suffocatingly thick, and my entire body was on high alert, hyper-aware of every student sitting just a few feet away—completely oblivious to what was happening in the back row.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. My fingers twitched, and I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened in warning. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a cold, mocking whisper. "See, little pet? You fit in my hand so perfectly. Almost like you were made for this."

My stomach twisted. I clenched my jaw, refusing to react, refusing to let him see the panic clawing up my throat.

His thumb traced small circles over my pulse, feeling the frantic beat beneath my skin. He chuckled, low and dark, clearly enjoying the effect he had on .

Sadistic bastard.

I tried to focus on the professor’s voice, on the scribbling of pens, on anything that could ground in reality—but all I could feel was him. His fingers. His touch. The unbearable heat radiating from his body despite his deathly cold nature.

He was a predator. And I was trapped.

This isn’t happening.

But it was.

And worst of all?

Blaze wasn’t going to stop until he decided he was done with .

He was so big in my hand, thick and pulsing beneath my unwilling touch. A shudder rippled through as Blaze guided my arm, forcing my fingers to brush over his tip, where a bead of precum had already ford.

My breath hitched. How the fuck was this even happening?

He leaned in closer, his lips a ghost against my ear, voice dripping with wicked amusent.

"I’m going to release your hand now, little pet," he murmured, the command laced with quiet nace. "But you are not allowed to stop. You will keep going. You will not remove your hand. Got that?"

I swallowed hard, my throat tight with dread. His words weren’t a request—they were absolute.

I nodded.

Because what choice did I have?

Blaze smirked, satisfied with my silent compliance. His fingers slowly uncurled from around my wrist, a silent warning lingering in the air. The mont his grip was gone, my instincts scread at to pull away—to shove my chair back, to run—but I knew better.

I knew what he was capable of.

So I didn’t move.

I sat there, my breath uneven, my fingers still wrapped around the thick, pulsing length beneath his slacks. Fuck. He was so hard, so hot despite his usual coldness, and worse—worse—he was watching . His eyes burned with amusent, anticipation, ownership.

The room around us blurred, everything else fading into a distant hum.

His hand ghosted over mine again, not gripping this ti, just a teasing caress. A reminder.

"Go on, little pet," he murmured, voice low, edged with sothing dangerous. "Make yourself useful."

I swallowed hard.

I didn’t want this.

I didn’t want him.

But I also didn’t want to know what would happen if I disobeyed.

I curled my fingers slightly, barely moving, and Blaze let out a low, pleased sound. His hips shifted, pressing into my palm, forcing more friction.

Fuck.

I couldn’t stop shaking.

I kept my face blank, kept my breathing steady, ignoring the thick bead of precum seeping through his slacks, slicking against my fingertips.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

My stomach twisted.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse—

Blaze leaned in, his lips grazing my ear.

"Good pet," he purred. "Now, let’s see if you can do it without making a sound."

"I am going to make you participate." With that he bit on the neck and I could feel that warm feeling all over my body that need that made want to moan loud.

Blaze let out a low, dark chuckle, his breath hot against my skin. His fangs withdrew from my neck, leaving a dull, throbbing ache behind—one that pulsed in ti with the sudden, unbearable heat spreading through my veins.

I hated this.

I hated the way my body betrayed .

The warmth coiled deep in my stomach, a sinful, unnatural pleasure radiating from the bite mark. My legs trembled beneath the desk, every nerve in my body lighting up like a live wire.

Blaze watched with half-lidded, predatory eyes, amusent curling at the corner of his lips. He cupped my chin, tilting my head to force to et his gaze.

"No sound," he reminded, his voice velvet and steel, "and be gentle with my little monster."

My breath hitched as I realized—I had squeezed him when he bit . My fingers were still gripping his cock through his slacks, too tight.

I went to pull away, but his other hand caught mine, keeping there.

"Ah-ah," he tsked, smirking. "Don’t you dare think about stopping now, pet."

My heart slamd against my ribs. My pulse was erratic, my mind a chaotic blur of fear, anger, and sothing much, much worse.

Blaze leaned in closer, his lips brushing my cheek as he whispered—

"We’re just getting started."

What happened next I don’t know but suddenly I find myself jerking him off like a pro and my legs clenched wanting so friction.

Blaze let out a low, guttural groan, his head tilting back as my hand moved instinctively, like I’d done this a thousand tis before—but I hadn’t.

What the hell was I doing?

I clenched my legs together, trying to ignore the growing, shaful heat pooling between them. My breathing grew heavier, my pulse erratic as Blaze exhaled a shaky curse under his breath. His hips twitched, pushing into my grip, his fingers tightening around my wrist like he was holding himself back from doing sothing worse.

"Faster, pet," he commanded, voice thick with lust.

I did as he asked, my movents clumsy but eager, fueled by the haze his bite had left in my veins.

Blaze grinned, his eyes flicking open to pin in place. Hungry. Dark. Dangerous.

And then—

A sharp knock echoed through the classroom door.

The professor paused mid-sentence. Every student snapped their heads toward the sound.

My stomach dropped.

Blaze’s grip on my wrist tightened, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips ghosting over my ear.

"Don’t stop," he whispered. "Not unless you want them to know what you’re doing under this desk."

I froze.