Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Frankie
Ilisten to Seth as he sleeps. The little snore he makes with every exhale is adorable and I can’t stop the small smile that it causes. My wolf is practically preening, and I have to admit, I feel more content now than I have ever before.
Yes, part of that has to do with the fact that I haven’t come that hard in years, and I’m currently locked inside of my mate. But a much larger reason is because of the person I’ve chosen as my mate.
Seth brings me peace and happiness unlike anything else in my life. I want to protect him and spoil him. I’ll give him the entire world if that’s what he wants.
But for now, I’m happy to lie here next to him and sleep. Besides, it will be a while before my knot shrinks enough for me to pull out of him. So, I tighten my arm around him and allow myself to drift off.
When I open my eyes again, it’s dark outside. Seth is still fast asleep; one hand tucked under his chin and the other under his pillow. We didn’t bother with pulling blankets over us before passing out, so I have the pleasure of seeing his body bare before me.
My knot has gone down significantly, but I’m not ready to leave the tight heat of his ass.
Not yet anyway. With a flex of my hips, I extend the baculum into my dick, ensuring I stay firmly inside of him.
The only downside is that my cum can leak out of him, but I doubt Seth will mind getting pumped full of my seed again.
Seth lets out a groan as my dick hardens once more. He’s probably sore, which is why I don’t fuck into him like I normally would. His being human means I need to let his body heal after having my entire fist and a quarter of my forearm inside of him.
My dick kicks at the memory of watching my hand and at least four inches of my arm get swallowed by his ass. Jesus, with a bit more practice and prep work, he would probably take me to the elbow if he wanted to.
He should have no issues taking me in my shifted form.
Seth shifts against me, mumbling something under his breath as he stretches before he lets out a strangled groan as his ass clenches around my dick. As good as it feels, and as much as I love the thought of fucking him into the mattress again, I’m not a sadist.
Running a gentle hand down his side, I slowly ease out of him. “How do you feel?” I ask, kissing his shoulder.
With a sign, Seth slowly rolls over and snuggles up to me. “Like you decided to try your hand at ventriloquy and I was the puppet,” he grumbles.
I snort out a laugh. He’s not far off the mark on that. “Seriously. How are you feeling?”
He leans back so that he can look up at me. “I’m fine. Sore, probably won’t be able to walk straight, but I’m good.” He gives me a smile that seems to light up his face, and I lean down and give him a light kiss on his lips.
“Right now, I need to clean you up and get food into you.” I give him another kiss before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom.
I thoroughly wash my hands before wetting a hand towel with warm water and make my way to Seth.
He’s sprawling on the bed, hair mussed and looking thoroughly debauched, and I give him a grin as I clean him.
Cum has dried on his inner thighs, and it takes a bit of scrubbing to get it off. It’s not until I gently clean his hole that he shows any discomfort, and I give him an assessing look. “Spread. I want to check you.”
Heat floods his cheeks, and he stares at me wide-eyed. “You’re going to be looking at me down there?” he squeaks, as if it’s some weird fetish.
“Yes, I want to see how swollen you are. So spread.” I pat his thigh encouragingly, though he still looks like I’ve asked him to strip in front of a room full of his former classmates.
Slowly, he lets his legs fall open, and I do my best not to stare hungrily at his cock and balls.
Even soft, he looks delectable, and I can’t wait to wrap my lips around him again and suckle him until he’s writhing and begging me to finish him off.
My gaze drops to his abused hole, and all my lust evaporates.
His rim is swollen and angry-looking, and I can tell it hurts by how red it is.
The guilt is a new sensation for me. I’ve wrecked my share of ass and pussy, but I didn’t stick around to see how they were after the fact.
Granted, I rarely ever knotted any of my hook-ups, and only ones I knew were pros at it.
Seth had no experience with such things, add the fact I’d fisted him before that, it’s a miracle I didn’t cause him to prolapse.
“I’m fine, Frankie. Don’t look at me like I’m a puppy you just kicked.” Seth laughs.
“I will call a friend of mine to make up a salve to help you heal,” I tell him, gently wiping the warm washcloth over his pucker.
He winces, a slight hiss escaping before he can stop it.
Once clean, I toss the towel into the laundry before going back to the bathroom to get the Tylenol from his medicine cabinet.
It will help with the discomfort until I can get some of the healing salve Camilla keeps on-hand in the brothels.
By the time I get back into the bedroom with the medication and a glass of water, Seth is out of bed and stripping the sheets. He tosses everything into the hamper, still gloriously naked, before taking the offered meds and tossing them back with a gulp of water.
“So, Mr. Big Bad Wolf, what do you plan to feed me?” Seth asks with a grin as he rummages through his dresser.
“What are you in the mood for?” My eyes are firmly on his perky ass, but my breath hitches in my chest when he slowly pulls up a pair of lacy, light blue panties. They hug his ass, and are short enough that the bottoms of his ass cheeks peek out.
When he turns around, I damn near swallow my tongue. Apparently, his panties are designed for men, because there’s a little pouch in front that encases his dick and balls in lace. I practically swallow my tongue at the sight. Fuck, he’s gorgeous, a walking embodiment of temptation.
“I think I’m feeling soup and salad,” Seth says as he pulls a band shirt over his head. A pair of tight gray jeans completes his outfit. My wolf lets out a satisfied growl, knowing that Seth’s punk looks are hiding sexy, pale blue lace underneath.
Wonder if I can suckle him to orgasm through the lace?
The visual of his pretty cockhead peeking out from the waistband of his panties while spurting ribbons of cum onto his belly has me fighting back an erection.
“Unless you plan to order in, you might want to get clothes on,” Seth laughs, tossing my shirt at my head. I catch it and pull it on with a laugh of my own.
“Yes, we are going out. You need some rest before I fuck you again.” I get close enough to snag his shirt in my grip and drag him to me so I can claim his lips. He leans against my chest, letting out a hum of pleasure as I lick into his mouth.
I can’t get enough of his taste, and I have to force myself to pull away, but not before I nibble on his lower lip. He stares up at me with dilated eyes, a pretty flush on his cheeks, his lips wet and just a little swollen from the kiss.
“Go grab your shoes and I’ll be right there,” I say softly, placing another kiss on his lips. He smiles up at me before he turns and heads out the door, and I chuckle at the careful way he walks.
I finish getting dressed, not caring about the wrinkles in my shirt, and meet him by the front door in order to put on my shoes.
Within moments, we are walking out of the apartment and heading down the sidewalk. It’s still early enough that the sidewalks are bustling and there’s plenty of traffic on the roads.
“Can I ask you something?” Seth asks softly. He’s staring at the sidewalk, scuffing his shoes across the concrete. We haven’t decided on where to go for food, so I’m letting him lead since he already knows what he wants.
“Of course.” He glances up at me before taking a deep breath, and I can literally smell his nervousness. But I can’t pick up his scent at all. “But I’d like to ask you something as well.”
“Oh! Well, sure. I’m an open book.” He grins at me, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine. “So, why don’t you call Vincent dad. Or father, or whatever?”
I don’t answer right away, giving the question some proper thought.
“I think it’s because we didn’t meet until I was an older teen.
I’d never had a dad before then, and to suddenly have a father after all those years…
It was weird. And because of my childhood, I never really got close to him.
Not close enough to call him dad and not feel awkward about it. ”
Seth nods, a contemplative look on his face. “That makes sense. What was your question?”
“Why can’t I smell you when you are out of your apartment?”
Seth snorts out a laugh and then unclips his keys from his belt loop and holds them up.
“I have a scent disrupter. It kept my ex from being able to track me.” His smile slips from his face when he realizes that his ex has, in fact, tracked him down.
That, even despite the magic he carries with him, the asshat that forced him to go on the run was still able to find where he lives.
“You’re safe now. I’ll make sure he can’t hurt you again.” I squeeze his hand and he returns it, a smile lighting his face and making him appear younger.
A dejected look passes over his face, and his gaze drops to the sidewalk.
“He did hurt me,” Seth whispers, and I stop walking, pulling him to a stop beside me.
“He said I was just whining. I told him no so many times, but he always twisted it so that I believed that I was being selfish for saying no. I ran while he was at work, once I finally had enough. Didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until I got away. ”
He sniffs, clearing his throat as he wipes at his cheeks. My wolf howls in fury as he lifts his head and I see the tear tracks down his cheeks. I raise a hand, using a thumb to catch the newest tear as it makes its escape.