Chapter 14 Frankie
Chapter fourteen
Frankie
The shipment arrived with little trouble. At least, that’s what I told Vincent, and Lirael will corroborate my story. It took nearly ten hours before everything was processed for our legitimate business and everything was unloaded.
Ten hours of making sure I was not alone in an enclosed space with Lirael. That, by itself, was exhausting, much less everything else that had to be done.
The only outside trouble we had was one of the guards on the barge trying to pull a fast one on us. He seemed rather surprised by our brutality when we discovered the pile of weapons he had stashed from our delivery. Either to sell them on his own or use them himself; I didn’t ask.
Not like he could answer now.
“All done, sir.” The doctor tosses his supplies into a stainless-steel bin before pulling his bloody gloves off and tossing them into a trash can. I get to my feet with a groan. I forget how many abdominal muscles are used just to get off my ass.
“I know you don’t need to hear it, but I’m going to tell you anyway.
Take it easy. If you need to cough, sneeze, kill people,” he gives me a knowing look, “or bend over to lift something, please brace a pillow against the wound. No showers for at least two days because I used dissolvable stitches, and I’d rather they didn’t dissolve before the area has started to heal. ”
I snort at his exasperated lecture. “I know, and I will try my best to follow those instructions.” I wince as I pull on the shirt that Enzo brought me.
It’s a hunter green button-up, and while not my usual style, I can deal with it.
Better than putting the shirt I was wearing back on.
Police tend to frown if you run around with blood-splattered clothes on.
“But you have a job to do and injury won’t excuse you from not doing it. I know. I don’t agree with it, and I know there are others who can do your job, if need be, but I understand.”
The laugh I give is cut off abruptly as pain radiates out from the knife wound, and I press lightly against the stitches. The slice is the reason that I went rabid on the strunzo.
Getting hurt is just one of the outcomes of my job.
But getting sliced up by some whelp who doesn’t even have the balls to come at me from the front…
That just pisses me off. Guess he thought that because he wasn’t human, he had a chance of getting the drop on me.
But he couldn’t fight worth a damn, even with all that strength and speed at his disposal.
I could shift and heal most of the injury, but that means I’d have to stick around this place for a while. Cops tend to get pissy when shifters walk around in their animal forms.
Nope, I’ll just stay human for a couple of days until the wound heals.
“Let me just get this on, and you’re free to go.” I grunt as he tapes the gauze bandage over the injury across my side. Once he’s done, I finish dressing and hold my hand out to him. With a sigh, he grabs my hand and gives it a solid shake.
“Try to stay out of here for a while this time? I’m going to have to buy my supplies in bulk if you keep this up.”
“Can’t promise that, but I’ll do my best.” I laugh as I head out of the small office. He’s honestly not wrong. With the number of times Doc has been called out to the warehouse to patch up one of the crew, it would make sense to have a small clinic set up here.
Eh, but the manning we’d need to keep the clinic running smoothly without being vandalized wouldn’t make it worth it.
The warehouse is busy now; at least twenty people are going through the shipment.
Music is thumping from a pair of Bluetooth speakers, some new rap artist I’ve yet to remember the name of.
The cavernous room echoes with the sounds of laughter and people shouting to be heard over the music, and I have no desire to be here.
I’m really not needed, in all honesty. With Lirael keeping his crew in line and Luca getting paperwork and accounting information ready for Vincent, there’s no reason for me to stick around.
Even if they did need me here, I’m exhausted, and I’m in no shape to do more. Besides the knife injury needing stitching, my knuckles are banged up, and I’m pretty certain I’ve got some bruised ribs. And let’s not forget the split lip and black eye.
All I want to do is crawl into Seth’s bed and be tangled up with him. There’s no way I’ll be able to fuck him, but just breathing in his scent will help.
I let Lirael know I’m heading out, turning down his offer of having one of his crew drive me home. The last thing I need is for them to realize where I spend so much of my free time.
I am not that lucky, though. I’m unlocking my vehicle when Zeke pulls up. I haven’t seen him at all today, which isn’t altogether unusual. Zeke is an odd duck. He pulls his weight when we need him, but he doesn’t hang out with the crew all that much.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” I comment as he gets off his motorcycle, a Kawasaki Ninja painted a deep hunter green. Because why shouldn’t it match his hair color?
“I wasn’t expecting to be here, but your boy had other ideas.” Zeke’s tone is just as flat as it always is, but there’s something there that is telling me this wasn’t just some arbitrary thing. Tension has me clinching my hands into fists, and my wolf is demanding I shift and race to Seth’s place.
“What do you mean?” I grind out. My throat is tight and so dry that it hurts to swallow.
“Seems he had an uninvited guest. I gave the guy a warm welcome, though the boss is going to have to send someone out to replace a window.”
Uninvited guest? Did they get inside? Did they hurt him? Is Zeke here to tell me that Seth is in the hospital again? Or worse.
“He’s fine. Shaken up, but the wards worked. Sounded like the guy was an ex.”
I’m seeing red. My claws dig into the palms of my hands, but I know if I uncurl my fists, I’m going to destroy something. Someone dared to go after what is mine, and all I want it to put that person in the ground and then curl around Seth like a blanket.
“Frankie!” I jerk at Zeke’s raised voice. He never raises his voice. “You need to tread carefully with him on this. What I heard wasn’t good. His ex was abusive.”
My stomach clenches at that. The ex is a dead man walking.
My wolf whines, a low, desperate sound. I have to see him, make sure he really is alright.
Fuck, if he really was abused by his ex, how am I any different?
My gut rolls at the realization that I’m just as bad as Seth’s ex.
Guilt isn’t an emotion I have much experience with, but I’m feeling it now.
But I don’t know if it’s strong enough to stop me from going back to him.
“Thanks, Zeke,” I manage to mumble before I get into my vehicle and haul ass to Seth’s place.
By the time I get there, the pain from my wounds has become a constant roar of agony. The trek up the stairs has me drenched in sweat, and I have to lean against the wall by his door to catch my breath. The gift I brought with me is damp from my sweat, but a little sweat won’t hurt it.
I know it was stupid to come here. I should have gone straight home to rest and heal. But I have to check on Seth. I have to make sure he really is okay. As I quietly slip into Seth’s place, I realize that this is what I associate with home.
Seth’s scent is one I connect with comfort and safety. His warm body next to mine bringing me a sense of being where I’m supposed to be.
Fuck!
When did that happen? At what point did this kid go from target, to fuck toy, to something else?
And what the hell am I supposed to do when this whole thing backfires on me?
Because that’s going to happen. At some point, I’m going to make a mistake, or misjudge my timing, and it’s all going to go up in smoke. The way everything in my life does.
And if this whole mate thing is true…
I run a hand through my hair – my head feels like someone is taking a sledgehammer to it. I should leave. I should go back to my place and just sleep. That’s what a smart man would do.
But I’m not smart when it comes to Seth, and my body refuses to turn around. Not when Seth is so close. It’s like a siren’s call, and I can no more turn and leave than a starving man can turn away a hot meal.
Against my better judgment, my feet drive me toward his bedroom.
Pushing open the door, I have to grip the door jamb to keep from collapsing to my knees at the sight before me.
The desk lamp is on again, and it’s like that light is trained on Seth, displaying the fact that he’s splayed out on the bed.
And he’s naked, save for a lacy pair of light blue panties.
I thought he was beautiful wearing nothing, but seeing that thin material stretched over him has me feeling all sorts of ways. Yes, I want to ravish him, but I also want to spoil him. I want to fuck him and then buy him a whole new wardrobe, just to see him smile.
Who knew the vicious Black Wolf of the Vicellia Family could be tamed by a man half my age and with no real ties to the organization? Well, no known ties, at least. The letter his uncle sent him could change that, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
My gaze travels over his body, checking for any scrapes or bruises, but I see nothing. Zeke said he was fine, but seeing with my own eyes that he’s not injured has my wolf whining in relief. My wolf wants to mount him, mark him so that his ex knows he belongs to me.
I ignore my wild half. If what Zeke said is true, I need to be gentle. Hell, I need to simply not be doing this at all. But that is no longer an option.
With a grunt, I toss the present I bought for him onto the bed before I toe off my shoes and slowly remove my shirt and pants. Seth’s brows furrow as the mattress gives under my weight, but all he does is roll to his side. I almost come in my boxers right then and there.
I’ve always been aware that Seth has a bubble butt, but the way the panties hug his ass has me drooling.
He shifts slightly, and I get an erection so quickly that I get lightheaded, which is an interesting feeling considering I don’t really need blood-pressure to get an erection.
There’s a gap in those panties that will give me unrestricted access to his hole.
I tilt my head when I move the blankets and uncover a glass dildo, ribbons of yellow twisting up its ribbed sides. Next to it is his bottle of strawberry-flavored lube.
Something pings in my head as I run my fingers up the smooth glass. Not once have I ever come into this room to find him in lingerie. After my first search of his apartment, the only toy I ever found was a generic one in his nightstand drawer.
I look between the new dildo and Seth, my gaze roaming over the smooth expanse of his back. He’s relaxed and breathing easily, looking no different than all the other times I’ve watched him sleep. But my gut is telling me something is off.
“Are you awake, Seth?”
Seth doesn’t move, his breathing still as even as before. Even when I run one calloused palm down his side, he barely even twitches.
As much as I want to use the dildo on him before fucking him into the mattress, I know I’m physically not up to it. But I can still bring him pleasure.
I open the box I brought with me and slide out the frenulum stimulator I purchased a few days ago.
The black plastic is ribbed on the inside, the corners folding inward.
It looks, for all the world, like a spray-painted Dorito that someone partially rolled.
But I know it works well and that’s all I care about.
Leaning over Seth, I pull the thin material of the panties down until I can free his dick. He’s soft, the panties pressing against the underside so that he’s held against his lower stomach. I just want to suckle on him again, but I’m in too much pain to wrestle him into a different position.
Slicking up my fingers, I ease into him, his hole gripping me tightly as I open him up. He lets out a breathless whine, one hand clenching the bed sheets as he pushes into me. By the time I have him prepped, he is hard and leaking.
Positioning the vibrator doesn’t take long, and I pull his panties back over him to ensure the vibrator stays in place. The vision of him making a mess in his underwear has my dick kicking in my boxers and I quickly free myself.
Slicking myself up, I stretch out behind him with a sigh. Pushing the fabric out of my way, I notch my crown against his hole and slowly slide in. His ass clenches tight around me, forcing a groan out of me as I bottom out. I wait a beat, before I reach over and turn on the vibrator.
Seth gives a full-body jolt, his mouth opening in a gasp as the toy goes to work.
Fully charged, it should go for about an hour at its lowest setting.
I pull him flush against my body, wrapping my arm around his waist as I rock softly into him.
It’s not enough to get me off, but if I’m lucky, his ass will be able to milk an orgasm out of me as he comes.
Stifling a yawn, I burrow my face against the back of his head, breathing in his scent deeply. My wolf huffs, content to be so close to Seth again. Maybe, when all this with his uncle is over, I can see if Seth would be interested in going out on a date.