3. Frankie
For three days, I acted like a brat and gave Draco a hard time. Granted, I had the right to act a fool, but after a while, I became tired of hearing my voice. The circumstances of my predicament were unbelievable, yet I had to admit the beast took care of me. He went to my house and packed my necessities. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were at my door every four hours. If I disliked a certain food, a different meal appeared in no time. I would imagine this was how a caged princess lived. She may sleep on the thickest sheets and have riches at her fingertips, yet she felt trapped in her own body.
From the night he plucked me out of the woods, I observed how Draco operated and concluded he was a creature of habit. He went running at 5:00 AM every day, and he treated breakfast like a necessity. I usually watched him from the window when he stretched, and I felt like a weirdo when I became captivated by the man who kidnapped me.
Planted in front of the bedroom door, I adjusted my glasses and rocked back and forth on the heels of my bare feet. The sound of wood under my toes reminded me I wasn’t in my home. Draco’s clothes swallowing my frame was another newsflash. I hadn’t decided if I believed the brief explanation Draco gave me on why he took me, but I wouldn’t figure it out in his guest room.
After muttering a silent prayer, I opened the door and traveled down the right side of the staircase. Though the house reminded me of a small castle, the black and nude decor and up-to-date amenities gave it a modern feel. At first, I thought Draco’s brothers lived with him, but by day two, I realized they lived in the other homes on the property.
For a second, I lingered in a hallway, admiring a photo of Draco and a group of men. They were all dressed in red and black and surrounded by motorcycles and vintage cars.
The Sons of Eshu. I ran my finger over the gold-plated inscription at the bottom of the frame. I had heard of the group before, and I thought they were a pack of daredevils. Videos of them drag racing and riding bikes on the freeway always came down my timeline, making me cringe.
Although the house seemed empty, I remained cautious as I wandered to the kitchen. The thought of running out the front door crossed my mind, yet flashbacks of the way the brothers ran me down made me rethink that idea.
As I marveled at the smart refrigerator, the sound of a bouncing ball guided my attention to the backyard. From the patio door, I watched the nicest brother of the trio play a solo game of tennis. He wasn’t as muscular as Draco or as tall as Zo, but the chubby man was handsome with beautiful dimples.
“You’re welcome to join me,” he called out as he walked over and turned off a machine that spit out tennis balls.
I peered over my shoulder like I didn’t know if he was speaking to me. My intention was to come downstairs to grab a snack and some clues, not start an alliance.
“Draco isn’t here,” he announced.
“I’m not looking for your brother. I was just… looking around.”
He nodded. “My name is Quadir.”
“I’ve heard.”
I didn’t consider my actions as I slipped my feet into the massive slippers near the door and strolled to the tennis court. Quadir’s presence didn’t feel like a threat, still I kept my hands at my sides and kept my gaze trained on him like I was a soldier.
He grinned, adding an aura of innocence to his baby face. “You have to loosen up and grab a racket if you’re going to play.”
“Right.” I slowly bobbed my head. “I’ve never played before.”
He shrugged. “It’s cool. I’ll teach you.”
“Cool. Can I also ask you a few questions?”
A perplexed expression consumed his face, but he quickly recovered. “Ha! You’re a slick one. Talk to me. I may be able to talk back.”
I picked up the racket near my feet and channeled my inner Serena Williams when I tossed the ball in the air and whacked it over to Quadir.
“What are you and Draco?”
“He’s a barber. I’m?—”
“I’m serious!” I snarled. “Are you human? Are you?—”
“We’re half human, half onyx vampire,” he cut in casually.
“Onyx vampire?”
His amber-colored stare drifted to the cloudless sky. “There are onyx vampires. There are cavern vampires. There are silver teeth vampires. All the same, but slightly different. Vampires like me and my brothers were born with… special abilities.”
My chest swelled as if that wasn’t something I figured out the first night they brought me home. Quadir hit the ball back to me, but I caught it instead of using my racket.
“Okay. What about?—”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “That’s all I got for you. It’s not my place to teach another man’s wife, mate, or ol’ lady about the program. What I can say is my brother is solid. Whether you like it, y’all will be together. Be glad you ended up with him and not Zo.”
Mate? The word ran like a loop in my head.
“None of this makes sense. I’ve read enough horror to know it! Hell, even if I believed vampires were real, how could I be his wife? I’m human?—”
“So am I.” Draco’s deep voice hit my back.
I moved like I was on skates, twisting around and backing away until my fingers seized the tennis court net.
“You don’t have to do all that, Frankie. I’m not going to touch you until you beg me to.”
“Only in your dreams.” I scoffed.
Draco was a handsome man. On a normal day, his loose twists, dark brown skin, and two hundred plus frame would have had me salivating, but nothing about being kidnapped by a six-foot-five beast was normal.
“Let’s play,” he declared, walking to the other side of the court. Quadir had disappeared, and that should have put me at ease, but it didn’t. With him around, I had a distraction from Draco’s soul snatching stare.
“Anything you want to know, you ask me. Not my brother.”
“Jealous much?” I muttered. “You don’t look like a vampire. At least, not like the ones I’ve seen on TV or read about in books.” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know how I’m involved in any of this, but I can’t stay here.”
Draco slipped his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as his almond-sculpted gaze latched onto the court.
“Trust me, if it were an option, I would drop your ass back off where I found you.”
“Wow. Screw you too. I don’t want to be in a contracted or pity love story with a barbershop owning, motorcycle riding, man-vampire.”
Under the sun, his eyes changed from the shade of coffee beans to a crisp blue. He stepped toward me, but I didn’t back away. I couldn’t. Though I didn’t understand our connection, I couldn’t get my body to move when we shared the same breath.
“Frankie, I can give you just about anything you ask for, except the chance to walk away. I can go in depth about why, but those are the facts.”
I shut my eyes when he reached out and adjusted my crooked glasses. For the first time since I arrived, Draco touched me with no aggression behind his action.
“Go upstairs and get dressed. I want you to ride out with me.”
My eyes sprang open. “To where? Some underground cave?”
“Not this time.” He smirked.
“I don’t have clothes.”
“You do. I stopped by your house and put a few of your things in a duffel bag. Go to your room and meet me downstairs in an hour.”
I wanted to protest and check Draco on bossing me around, yet I didn’t want to trigger his bad attitude to return.
By the time I returned to my room, there was a wardrobe rack in the middle of the floor. Despite the circumstances, I responded like any girl and rushed over to inspect the clothes. Each piece was black or white, and from what I could tell, they were my size and expensive. In the pit of my stomach, a batch of butterflies danced. Aside from Ms. Green and Sammi, no one had ever given me anything without making me feel like it was a burden.
Since Draco didn’t give me any idea of where we were going, I strummed my fingers over the hangers until I landed on a pair of baggy black jeans, a white racerback top, and a pair of Dunks. I showered a few hours before, so I got dressed and styled my locs in an up-down do.
“Francesca! Let’s roll!”
A chill scolded my spine hearing my full name roll off his tongue. Still, I lingered in the room a little while longer before I dragged myself to the top of the stairs. Draco waited near the front door, dressed in the same color and shoes as me. His messy twists looked good pulled into a low ponytail. The style gave me the chance to admire his sharp jawline and the gold and diamonds accenting his neck and ears.
“Where is my makeup? It wasn’t in the duffel bag,” I stated since I couldn’t figure out what else to say.
Draco grinned as he stroked the hair covering his chin. “At the store. You didn’t need that. You’re trying to hide what you perceive as flaws when your vitiligo makes you more beautiful.”
My brows reached for the high ceiling. “That’s not why I wear makeup. I know I’m beautiful.”
“Yeah, but you wear it because you think it makes others believe you’re beautiful. Fuck what they think.”
“Don’t pretend my skin isn’t… odd.” I scoffed as I closed the distance between us. “You’re living a double life, Draco. Maybe you should take your own advice.”
“Your skin isn’t odd; it’s unique. Plus, the situations are different. If I’m transparent in front of the wrong person, somebody dies. If you do it, you may end up in love.”
I rolled my eyes at the smooth talk and walked out the front door. Draco acted like a gentleman, walking over and opening the passenger door ofanold school Mustang. I impatiently waited for him toslideinto the driver’s seat, and as soon as he started driving, I pressed my back against the door.
“All right, tell me about your family.”
“Damn, you don’t waste no time.”
“Well, you kidnapped me days ago. I think it’s time we talk.”
He licked his lips. “Have you heard of a city called Midnight Hills?”
I twisted my wrist as if saying kind of.
“Well, that’s where I’m from.”
Still in shock by the new information, I asked, “How did you end up in Blackstone?”
“My mom was from the city. Once me and my brothers were old enough to leave the city, we moved here.” He paused, taking the time to release a shaky breath. “Tell me about your family.”
The request was bittersweet, considering my family was gone.
“I don’t have much. I was born to a woman who didn’t love me more than her drugs and her man. By the time I turned ten, I became the responsibility of the state.” I smirked. “On my thirteenth birthday, a sweet lady named Ms. Green adopted me. She died a few months ago.”
“Damn. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’m not,” I replied quickly. “The world is cruel. I don’t feel bad for her. I only feel sad she left me by myself. You don’t have to worry about that, though. Vampires live forever.”
“That doesn’t really apply to me,” he countered in a faraway voice. “Onyx vampires are different. Once we find our mate, we get the privilege to age.”
“That’s awful. I couldn’t imagine having to live forever until I tracked down a stranger.”
“Exactly.”
The weight of what Draco wanted me to do suddenly hit my shoulders. There were millions of women in the world, and as fine and rich as Draco was, I knew some would love to be at his side despite the fangs in his mouth.
“How do you know I’m the one?” I asked all in one breath.
“The ring.” He tapped the top of my hand. “There’s no way you would’ve been able to withstand the power it holds if it didn’t belong to you.”
I opened my mouth, ready to mention having a charm with a similar pattern, but I figured I had already revealed enough.
“Draco, what you’re telling me sounds insane. I’m supposed to believe what you’re saying just because you said it?”
Annoyance repositioned his calm features as his fangs came into view.
“Do you want me to show you?”
“I see enough for now,” I replied sarcastically.
“Good. Do you have any loose ends you need to tie up?”
“Are you asking if I have a boyfriend?”
The left corner of his top lip became as sharp as his teeth.
“I’m asking exactly what I want to know, Frankie.”
“All right. Well… I don’t know if I’d call it a loose end or a noose?—”
“Stop acting like a scared kitty cat and spit it out.”
“I need to save my mom’s house, and I need help,” I spat out. “I started working again, but I don’t know if I’ll have the balance before the bank claims the property.”
For a second, all I could hear was the sound of my racing heart. When I peered over at Draco, I watched him nod and mumble under his breath.
“I’ll take care of it,” was his reply once he rejoined the conversation.
Taken aback, I freed a nervous giggle. “You’re not going to ask how much we owe on the house?”
“I want to blame your ignorance on your experience with bum assniggas, but I know for a fact no man has touched you. I wouldn’t ask if you needed help, if I couldn’t give it to you. I’ll take care of the bill.”
My mind struggled with accepting the answer. I waited for a stipulation to follow, but it never came. No matter how much I thought to challenge his words, I breathed easier knowing my mama’s home wouldn’t become the property of the bank.
Once Draco put his car in park, he asked if I wanted something from inside the gas station. I opened my mouth to respond, but I was too stunned to speak. From my seat, I watched Sammi strut to a gas pump, yet she froze in place when she eyed Draco’s Mustang. Had I run into my friend an hour earlier, I may have fallen into her arms. But now that Draco agreed to pay off my debt, I wanted to stay as close to him as possible.
“Francesca Renee Green!” she shrieked as she hurried in my direction.
I stepped out of the car, hoping to have a moment alone with Sammi, but Draco got out and walked over to us.
Sammi ignored him and pulled me into her chest.
“I’ve been calling you for days. I even came by the house. What the hell?” She glanced at Draco. “And who the hell is this?”
“Yeah, Francesca. Introduce me to your plus one.”
I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm, but my focus remained on my pouting friend.
“Don’t look like that, Sammi. This is my…”
“Man,” Draco answered when I became clueless of how to categorize our relationship. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Sammi frowned at the tattoos on Draco’s outstretched hand then looked at me.
“Frankie, seriously. What is going on? You’ve been missing in action, andnow,you’re riding around the city with a member of The Sons of Eshu?”
Draco’s menacing laugh interrupted our conversation. “I’ll give y’all a second to speak. Frankie, make sure you’re here when I return.”
Once he was out of earshot, Sammi pulled at my fresh clothes.
“Where did you get the name brand fit?”
“That’s not important. How do you know who he is?”
“The tattoo on his forearm. The Sons of Eshu are a dangerous car club or motorcycle club—I don’t know. I just know they terrorized the streets a few years ago because someone killed one of their members.”
“People die every day, but they also can change. The same person who’s a villain to some, may be a vigilante to others.”
Sammi sucked her teeth. “Whatever. You still haven’t told me what you’re doing with him.”
I wiped my sweaty palms down my pants.
“We met a few weeks ago.” I lied. “We just got back from a short vacation in Vegas.”
“Vegas, huh?” she commented, then ran her tongue over her teeth. “How about we have lunch? You can tell me about your trip. I’m sure your man won’t mind.”
Draco walked over as the words left her lips. “Actually, I do mind. Let’s roll, Nugget.”
I became a mannequin at the mixture of the nickname and sweetness in his tone.
“Damn, Frankie. I know I told you to date, but are you sure you can handle a man like him?”
My head snapped back. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t be sensitive, girl. You know men like Draco are more my thing. I don’t want you to get caught up in any drama.”
“Sammi, I’ll call you,” I said, keeping my real feelings buried.
As I slid back into the car, Draco lowered the music.
“I don’t know who she is to you, but she’s not your friend. You need to watch her jealous ass.”
“Ugh. Don’t start. I don’t have anything for Sammi to be jealous of. She gets any man she wants, she has a stable job, and she’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, okay. You heard what I said.”
“Is this your barbershop?”
Draco gave me a blank stare. “Did the name on the building give it away?”
I narrowed my eyes, then pinched his side without thinking. “Don’t be an asshole. You said I could ask whatever I wanted to know.”
“I also said I don’t like stupid questions. You’re too pretty to be slow.”
“And you’re too tall to have such small feet,” I clowned, making us both laugh.
“If you think a size fifteen is small, then maybe you did entertain a bunch of clowns before we met.”
As we walked toward the brick-and-mortar, I nervously drummed my fingers against my thighs. I was unsure of what to do with my hands. A second after I cursed myself for not bringing a purse, Draco pulled his hand from his hoodie pocket and latched his long fingers between mine. I embraced the gesture since the energy behind his affection made me feel safe.
“Draco, do you have the ability to read minds?”
“No, but I can read your body language,” he replied. “When we go in here, I’m going to walk you to my office.”
I squeezed his hand. “It sounds like I went from one jail cell to another.”
“I’m doing it for your own good. If you run, I’ll have to chase you, and when I find you, I’m going to lock you up for real this time.”
“I thought you said I’m your mate, not your prisoner,” I blurted as he opened the door for me.
Like his home, Draco’s barbershop looked well put together. The color scheme was a mixture of nude and red, and pictures of notable black athletes hung on the walls. There were six booths set up across the tile floor, and five of them were being used. While moving through the shop, I wondered if any of them were vampires posing as fine ass black men like Draco and his brothers.
My racing thoughts came to a halt when Draco escorted me into a room in the back of the building, and I laid eyes on yarn covering his desk. He moved around the space, but my feet clung to the floor near the entrance.
“I don’t plan to be here long. I know we have?—”
“The yarn,” I cut him off to say. “How did you know?”
He stopped moving and faced me. A smile teased his lips. “Maybe I can read minds.”
As much as the idea spooked me, I didn’t harbor on the thought. I explored the bare space then settled into a large velvet chair behind a glass desk.
“There’s an intercom on the wall. There’s a mini fridge under the desk. Take what you need.”
I toyed with the yarn resting at my fingertips. “You say that often. What if I’m the monster that needs blood to survive?”
“Then we have more in common than you think.”
I stayed put for at least an hour before I became restless. My boredom triggered my curiosity and drove me to explore his office. Outside of the locked closet, I didn’t find anything to pique my interest. However, a few minutes into my exploration, I ran across a MacBook. To my surprise, the laptop didn’t require a password to use, giving me the chance to sign into my iCloud. Other than messages from Sammi, there were a few from a client I canceled on a few times.
I didn’t want to leave the room, so I used the intercom Draco pointed out before he left. I waited a few minutes for him to show face, but after almost ten, I used the speaker a few more times.
“What do you need, woman?” he asked, barging through the door. His aggression softened my antsy demeanor.
“I have a client.”
“Client?”
“I do hair.”
He dropped a growl in his palms as he ran his hands down his face.
“Reschedule.”
“I already have. This is one of my regulars. I can’t reschedule again.”
A flicker of frustration overpowered his eyes.
“I need the money,” I added.
“You don’t. Your husband is rich,” he replied without a hint of humor. “There’s an empty booth up front. You can work there.”
He exited the room, leaving me petrified and fulfilled. Draco was a grouch, but his actions overshadowed his rough demeanor. I never believed that could be a good thing, yet like a lot of what I initially believed, Draco had changed my mind.
I waited until my client messagedme tosay they had arrived before I walked out of Draco’s office. Unlike when I entered the building, the men didn’t cut off their conversation. I listened closely as they debated about everything from politics to sports. I kept an even expression no matter my opinion of the topic. However, the bald man in the booth next to me called for my input.
“I’m sorry,” I stated. “What was your question?”
He leaned against the vanity. “How do you feel about the streets saying men who pay child support will be able to claim their kids on their taxes?”
“I think that’s just a way to reward someone for doing the bare minimum. A good number of men believe money replaces their presence. Now, they’ll receive a reward after being forced to step up.” I spoke to the big man covered in tattoos, but I stared at Draco.
A smile danced across his lips, even though his vision stayed on his client’s head. No matter how many times I deemed our situation insane, I found myself pleased when I received his validation.
As I moved around my workstation, the sound of the bell above the front door shifted my eyes to the vanity mirror. I smiled at the view of the big-time producer strolling through the shop like he owned it. His eyes lit up when he spotted me.
“What’s up, Mason?” I greeted him while initiating a one-arm hug.
“You tell me, Frankie. I’ve been waiting to feel your hands on me for three months.”
I shrugged. “Life has had me in a chokehold.”
“I keep telling you I can turn your life into a dream if you give me a chance,” he responded as he relaxed in the salon chair.
A nervous laugh fell from my lips. I refused to look up, knowing Draco was watching us. With the way my skin burned, I could feel it.
“Mason, you talk a good game, but we both know I’m not your type.” I draped a cape around his shoulders. “What are we doing with all this hair today?”
“Freestyle. I want to make sure you like the style I’m rocking.”
I ignored the comment and tapped his shoulder.
“Let’s get you washed up.”
Though I got lucky with my workstation being in the corner, I couldn’t avoid the unwanted attention that fell over me as I stepped to the washbowl. On our way, Mason made the mistake of placing his hands on my waist. I quickly stepped out of his grasp, causing him to pull me back.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Mason.”
“Don’t be like that, Frankie. You’ve been doing my hair for two years. I know you can tell I’m feeling you.”
I peeled his hands off my sides and severed the room at the same time Draco rushed in our direction with a razor in his hand.
“No!” I cringed watching Draco run the blade across the front of Mason’s hairline.
“What the fuck?” The producer felt around his head, making pieces of his hair fall to the floor like raindrops. Mason moved like he was ready to swing on Draco, but the vampire revealed a pair of fangs and snatched the producer off his feet. Mason was a big man, but Draco suspended him in the air like he was a toddler.
“Nigga! Put me down!” Mason struggled to break from his grasp. “Have you lost your mind?”
“If it involves her, the world could lose light,” he countered. “Didn’t she tell you to stop touching her? Get out and find someone else to do your hair.”
Mason’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he grilled Draco. The men were the same height, but Draco was more muscular and solid.
I freed a breath of relief when Mason stormed out the barbershop, but it was short lived since Draco shoved me into his office.
“Draco, I?—”
“Stop talking!” He scowled once the door was shut. “You should’ve known better than to invite a man to my fucking shop!”
“He’s a client. I don’t see him in that way.”
Draco scoffed. “Obviously, he didn’t get that hint. I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve had to tell him to back off.”
He was right. Mason had tested my patience a few times. On the inside, I thought inviting him to the shop would make him behave long enough for me to make my money.
“Draco, I’m not saying you’re wrong for confronting him. I just think your actions were overboard. He’s an asshole, but he’s connected. I don’t want my reputation tainted.”
“Fuck your reputation!” Draco yelled. “What about your respect, Francesca? A woman shouldn’t have to compromise one for the other. Remember that.”
I whined like a spoiled child. “Just because you don’t want my services doesn’t mean other people don’t.”
“You heard what I said, woman. I could’ve ripped that man’s head off.” He jabbed a finger in my direction. “It would’ve been your fault. You’re the mate of an onyx. You’re about to be the wife of a S.O.E. If you haven’t realized you have to be more selective with who you associate with, we’ll have a bigger problem than you think you have now.”
I covered my chest with crossed arms. “Are you doing this because you’re jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous of a man that wants something that belongs to me?”
This time, I snarled. “Because just like with him, I didn’t choose you. I was forced to be here. This story was already written.”
When the words escaped my thoughts, I regretted it. I could see the instant they ripped Draco apart. There wasn’t an obvious change in his demeanor, but after observing him for days, I recognized when his mood shifted.
“I’ll be done in twenty minutes. We can leave after that,” he said while walking away.
I started to apologize. I wanted to keep talking to him, but I knew it wouldn’t change the impact of my words.
“Asshole,” I mumbled as I watched Draco walk up the stairs.
When I heard his bedroom door slam, I wandered into the kitchen. There was no one in sight, but as soon as I turned on the light, Draco’s dog followed behind me.
“Please, sit down and let me find food in peace.” I groaned at the idea of tussling with the beast. To my surprise, he settled near the backdoor and closed his eyes.
“Good boy. You’re much more obedient than your grumpy ass daddy.”
To my delight, the refrigerator had a little of everything.The freezer was filledwith zip-lock bags of red meat. One appeared different from the others, driving me to hold the bag up to the light. However, the doorbell interrupted my inspection.
For a few seconds, I stood still, listening for Draco to come downstairs. Yet, after a while, I dried my damp hands on my jeans and opened the door with the dog at my feet.
A pretty woman the shade of an acorn stood on the other side wearing a trench coat and high heels. She didn’t seem as fazed by my presence as I was hers.
“Hi. Can I help you?” I asked.
She freed a giggle coated in mean girl energy. “I don’t think so. I’m here to see Draco.”
She stepped forward, attempting to enter the house, but I blocked her path.
“You must be the new housekeeper.” She looked me up and down.
“I’m not a housekeeper. Actually, Draco doesn’t have a housekeeper. It’s obvious you didn’t know that, so I would say you don’t come here often. Why are you here now?”
She smirked while pulling her coat open, showcasing nothing but lace and skin.
“Why do you think? Go tell Draco that Tatiana is here.”
I wanted to snatch her up for being petty, but I thought about what Draco said about me making changes.
“As cute as your outfit is, Draco won’t see it. He can’t have company today. He can’t have company any day. He can’t have friends. Goodbye!” I slammed the door with a smile on my face, but the moment of celebration collapsed when I twisted around and saw Draco staring at me from the top of the staircase.
“Why did you do that?” he quizzed.
“Excuse me? Isn’t she one of the nightcrawlers that hangs out at the clubhouse? I heard Zo say her name and call her that.” I playfully tapped my chin. “Is that a fancy name for hos?”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I would’ve told her to leave.”
I walked to the kitchen while shouting, “Now, you don’t have to! If I can’t have male clients, you can’t have female friends.”
I left Draco to pout and went to finish making dinner. To ease my anxiety, I played music on a radio settled in a corner of the countertop. Alone in the massive space, I danced as I worked. When I lived in group homes, the kitchen was off limits unless I was cleaning. When I moved in with Ms. Green, she took pride in cooking for me. Being able to have this moment alone was freeing.
My pride wouldn’t allow me to invite Draco to join me, but once I finished eating and hopped out the shower, guilt beat down my posture. Before going to my room, I stopped at Draco’s and knocked a few times. I got no answer, but my curiosity got the best of me, driving me to enter the room without permission. Even though I had been in the house for a few days, I had never been inside of Draco’s room.
A darkness covered the space, but I could see his black and brown decor. Sparkles from the stars sweep through his skylight, adding a hopscotch pattern to the floor. A slither of light also poured from the crack in the bathroom door. I followed the path of the glow, drawn to whatever was behind the door. I acted as a voyeur, watching Draco in the shower. His back was to the door, giving me a view of his sculpted shoulders and track star calves. Low growls echoed through the bathroom, sending an excruciating ache below my waist. I clutched the door frame when my knees buckled. I couldn’t think straight when my hands slipped into my panties.
Unable to look elsewhere, my eyes narrowed in on Draco’s long dick when he spun around.His eyes were shut. His bottom lip rested between his teeth. Pure pleasure painted his face as he stroked himself in a slow motion. I followed the rhythm, though I wanted to pick up the pace.
“Aww, fuck, Frankie.”
My eyes bulged out of my head when I heard my name. Draco looked like he was in ecstasy with me on his brain as he pleased himself, and I had conflicting feelings about it though my body was turned on. My clit throbbed against my fingers the louder he moaned. I almost lost my balance when he muttered the words, “You feel so good.” I had watched enough porn to know he was close to the edge, so I backpedaled out the room before I got caught.
On shaky legs, I entered my room and rushed over to my duffel bag. I thought it was ridiculous that Draco packed my vibrator when I saw it, and now, I could kiss him for thinking ahead. I prayed the humming from my little friend wasn’t as loud as I thought, but at this point, I couldn’t care less. I got under the cover, shut my eyes, and replayed the vision of Draco jerking off while whispering my name.
My creative mind ran wild with images of Draco running his tongue over my neck. Ihadnever felt a man’s mouth there, but I knew it was my sweet spot. I knew it would have me climbing a wall and yelling his name.
“Mm. Yes, Draco,” I cooed.
I bitmy bottom lip so hardI knewIwould have to deal with swellingin the morning. Right now, I would’ve accepted a few bumps and bruises to reach my peak.
Lost in my imagination, I didn’t realize I was no longer alone until one side of the bed sank in. I cracked an eye and almost had a heart attack seeing Draco watching me. He wasn’t a punk like me. He eyed me openly, daring me to say something.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed tone.
His fingers tickled the top of my foot as he replied, “Exactly what you imagine.”
Tender —That was the only way to describe the way Draco handled me. I giggled and moaned when he slipped my toes into his mouth. The sensation was unique, and combined with the vibrator against my clit, it nearly had me speaking in tongues.
“Yeah, say it.” Draco licked up my ankle. “Say you like it.”
I barely got out, “I like it. I love it.”
Draco’s tongue roamed from my ankle up to my thighs where he planted kisses. When I felt his teeth on me, an animalistic growl trickled from my mouth.
“Bite me!” I begged, unable to control my desires.
He got comfortable in the middle of my legs, turning my body into a pillow. I cried out when he pressed the vibrator against my clit and slid his tongue in and out of my pussy. I struggled to breathe, stunned by the pleasure. I had never had sex or let a man taste me. At this moment, I regretted waiting so long.
“Oh. Oh, God.” I blinked rapidly as tingles ran from my head to my toes. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I reached down and grabbed a handful of his loose curls.
“Mm. Fuck ,” he moaned into my center. “You taste so fucking good, Nugget.”
I looked down and saw Draco pull his dick from his pajama pants. My tongue hungout ofmy mouth as I watched him spit on his hand then rub it on hismanhood. When he stroked his hard on and devoured meat the same time,my lower stomach got tight.
“Draco! Baby! I think… Wait!”
Draco tossed the vibrator across the room, and he shook his head while his tongue stayed buried inside of me.
“I want you to nut on my tongue. I want yo’ pussy juices embedded into my tastebuds.”
His tongue… his deep growls… I had never been so turned on. I don’t know what came over me, but I sat up and licked Draco’s nut from his palm after he reached his peak. A closed-lip growl soared from the vampire before he leaned forward and sucked on my tongue. A second later, he was gone.