Page 96 of Collared by the Vampire Prince

His eyes narrow. “Don’t test me. Collars or not, I can still make you two demonstrate the position.” He looks between Eliza and me.

“Just you fucking try,” I hiss.

He smiles. “Perhaps another day.” Then his gaze moves to Jane. “But you cannot prevent her from participating.” He reaches past me and catches Jane by the hand, tugging her to him. “And you cannot stop me fucking her either.” His smile sharpens as he looks down at her. “You took my cock well enough last week, didn’t you, Jane?”

Jane’s face floods red. Her eyes shine as though she is fighting tears, but she nods.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He leads her towards the nearest mat, and I start to follow. I do not care whether Zott sees. I do not care what punishment waits for me. Every violent instinct in my body is screaming to drag Felix away from her.

I can’t let him—

I won’t—

Eliza catches my wrist.

“Let go of me,” I choke.

“Kira,” she says softly.

“He is going to—”

“I know.”

Her calmness nearly enrages me more than Felix does.

Around us, the other vampires have already begun. Wolves lie upon the black mats with their skirts lifted and legs spread while uniforms are unfastened above them. Some stare at the ceiling. Some close their eyes. A few cling eagerly to the vampires kneeling between their thighs, rutting already underway.

It does not matter whether some of them want it. None of the shifters are allowed to refuse.

Rape, organised into neat rows and renamed education.

My hands begin to tremble.

Felix unfastens his trousers. Jane lies exactly as Zott taught Becky, her back flat, her heels drawn close and her knees opened wide. She keeps her eyes lowered as Felix settles between her thighs.

I wrench against Eliza’s hold.

“If I don’t stop him—”

“You cannot.”

“I stopped him before.”

“You stopped him touching her when the lesson had not begun.” Eliza’s fingers tighten around my wrist. “This is different.”

“It isn’t.” I look at her, almost pleading. “It’s not.”

“No,” she whispers, so quietly I have to read the word on her lips. “But the Academy says it is.”

Felix doesn’t bother with gentleness.

He shoves Jane’s knees wider with his own, positions himself, and drives into her in one hard thrust. She makes a small, broken sound—half gasp, half sob—as he seats himself fully inside her. Her hands fly up as if to push him away, then fall uselessly to the mat.