CHAPTER 38
FRANKIE
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I’m in absolute shock as I watch Alex get emotional over what Wren said. They love each other. They’re a family in their own way, and I feel a pang of jealousy as I watch Wren tousle Alex’s hair playfully. He’s kind…he cares about Alex more than I thought a vampire could ever care for someone else. He’s been kind to me too.
I wish I had a family like that growing up. I wish someone loved me the way they love each other. Alex is proof enough that Wren is a good person. I’m an asshole for ever calling him a villain. He may be to others, but to the ones he cares about, he would do anything for them.
“You’re being very sweet.”
Wren glances at me and then looks away embarrassed, stepping back from Alex and clearing his throat. “I should get started on breakfast since you’re both here already.”
He’s quick to change the subject and heads into the kitchen without another word.
Alex swipes his palm across his eyes and lets out a shaky breath before turning his attention to me. He leans in closer to me and I match him, leaning over the table. “I hope you know what you’re doing,”
he whispers. I look at him confused and he furrows his brows. “Don’t hurt him.”
“You think I can hurt him?”
I hiss out.
“Yes, I do. I think you could crush him. He likes you, Frankie. If you’re not serious about giving him a chance, just end it now.”
“Alex, we’re not…I can’t be with him, and he knows that. Adrian owns me.”
“Do you want to be?”
I have no idea where he’s going with this, but I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“But do you want to be,”
he says again, more harshly.
“I don’t know, okay? This is way out of my wheelhouse. I’ve never liked anyone…Wren’s the first person I’ve…”
I swallow down the lump forming in my throat. I know Alex knows about my past as well, but it’s still hard to talk about. “I haven’t been with anyone in twelve years, Alex. Wren’s the first person I’ve let touch me in that way, and I don’t know what to think right now. I like him, but I know this isn’t going to go anywhere. He knows all of this and understands. If he’s willing to still be with me and is satisfied with the way things are, then I don’t think it’s a problem to see where it goes.”
“Fine. If you hurt him, I’ll be fucking pissed,”
he grumbles, settling back into his chair.
“I thought for sure you were going to say you’d kill me,”
I laugh nervously.
“If I did that, Wren would probably kill me for it, so no, Frankie, I won’t kill you…but I won’t make it easy for you.”
A shiver runs up my spine at his tone. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me. Alex and I get along well, but his loyalty and love for Wren, would one hundred percent trump any familiarity he has with me.
“Noted.”
I’m not going to argue with him or try and get him to see reason because I know that I would never be able to sway him in my favour. He gives me a tight smile and I push back from the table to head towards the kitchen where Wren is pulling out eggs and bacon from the fridge. “Do you want some help?”
I ask quietly.
He jumps slightly and turns to look at me. “I think I can manage,”
he smiles. “Is everything alright between you and Alex?”
“Everything is fine, Wren.”
There’s no way in hell I’m going to tell him that Alex just about threatened me. He cares about him, and he doesn’t want Wren to get hurt. I never thought I would be the one to hurt him, but I guess I did stab him the first day I met him. I’m not exactly mentally stable myself.
“You can go relax, Chess.”
“I want to help though. You made breakfast last time and I ruined it, so I think it's only fair.”
His hand slowly slides under the shirt to grip at my ass. I squeak out in surprise and my hand launches back behind me to grip at his wrist. “You’re a distraction,”
he purrs at my ear. “I don’t think you’ll appreciate me wanting to fuck you in the kitchen with Alex right there.”
“You wouldn’t,”
I hiss out and he fights my hold on him, sliding his hand between my legs. I grip into his shirt and bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud as he dips his fingers into my pussy. “Wren,”
I whimper.
“You think I have a problem fucking you in front of Alex?”
He chuckles. “I have no issues with putting you on exhibition because you’re gorgeous, but I know you’re not into that…considering.”
He’s right. I don’t think I could handle being gawked at while I got railed by him because it’s trauma that I still fight every day. I was put on display for hundreds to see and I had no control over that. “Don’t start something you can’t finish then,”
I say through gritted teeth as he pulses into me harder. I’m thankful for the high counters right now, hiding what he’s doing to me from view.
“Alex?”
He says, turning his attention to him at the table. His fingers are unrelenting, and he slides his leg between my thighs as well, pressing his knee up against my clit. “Do you mind grabbing the laptops for me? Oh, and some cream from the cafeteria. I forgot to grab some.”
“Sure?”
Alex says, confused. “I’ll grab the cream right now…you’re acting weird,”
he mumbles.
“Am I?”
He says playfully.
“Never mind. I’ll be right back.”
I glance over to see Alex slip out the door and the next second, I’m being lifted up onto the counter. Wren settles his body between my legs and leans in towards my face with a wicked grin on his face.
“Did that make you as fucking horny as it did me?”
He coos, nipping at my lip lightly.
My body is shaking, and I’m fucking pissed off. I grip his hips and pull him closer to me before ripping at the knot on his pants. “How fucking dare you,”
I say angrily. He pulls his face back from me, looks at my hands moving frantically to push down his pants and then back up to my face. I was so close to coming when he ripped his fingers out of me.
“I’m so confused right now,”
he laughs nervously as I drag my nails across his ass.
“You fucking stopped…I was on the verge of coming and you fucking stopped, Wren.”
I grip his cock in my hand, and he lets out a low hiss of a breath. “You better finish what you started or I’m leaving.”
He grips my throat suddenly and pulls me forward towards his face, slamming his lips against mine. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,”
he moans. He drags his hands down my sides to my hips and pulls me closer to the edge before thrusting his cock into me. The force of it makes my body stagger back, and I launch my arms up around his neck to balance myself. He slams into me again while his mouth devours mine. “I hate that I have to make this quick…fuck.”
His rhythm increases and I can barely pull in a proper breath as I pant and moan against his lips. My hands claw at his neck and scalp as the pressure inside of me builds to an almost unbearable level.
I tip my head back and gasp out a breath. “Wren!”
I scream before he shifts his hand over my mouth, railing into me faster and harder. I can barely handle the orgasm crippling my senses.
“If you scream like that, Alex is going to come barging in here thinking I’m killing you, Chess.”
His voice is low and dangerous. His soft grunts of pleasure as he fucks me into oblivion, sends me over the edge. I come so fucking hard around him that stars spark across my vision, and I slam my eyes closed. I scream against his hand and my arms feel heavy as they drape over his shoulders. His head is buried in the crook of my neck as he thrusts into me one more time before coming as well.
“That was so fucking good,”
I choke out as he slowly pulls his face away from me.
He places his hands on my cheeks and kisses me in the most sensual way, that I feel like my entire body will combust from the purity of it. “A human could never keep up with you,”
he whispers. “Fuck…I can barely keep up with you,”
he laughs, stepping back from me to help me back down to the floor. He tugs his pants back over his hips and smirks at me as he does up the string.
I give him a haughty expression as I wipe my hands down the shirt to try and straighten it back over my body. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I sigh, brushing my hair behind my ears.
“You’re like a freshly awakened sexual deviant. Your appetite is a bit ridiculous.”
“I haven’t had sex in…”
I snap my mouth closed and try to rein in the frustration building inside of me. I know he’s not meaning it in a bad way and I’m getting defensive. “I’m basically having sex for the first time, Wren, and I’m enjoying it. It’s not like I know what’s considered healthy when it comes to this sort of thing.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your appetite, Chess. I’m just teasing you.”
He steps towards me again and pins my body to the counter. “I’m not complaining, but I think I’ll get a lot less done when all I want to do is fuck you.”
“You’re a King, Wren. Keep it in your pants.”
“I’ll admit…you wearing practically nothing…”
He closes his eyes and smiles. “Seeing you in that fucking dress shirt and knowing how naked you are under there, makes me want to throw away my title and kidnap you.”
“That’s bold,” I snort.
“Is that so hard to believe? Being a King means nothing to me, Chess. I didn’t want this, but Aiden…the previous King, trusted me to rule over them fairly.”
“So, you wish for a simpler life?”
“I do. Being a ruler has its perks, but with the number of enemies…natural as well as created, I know how big the target is on my back. Hell, I know there are those within my own species that wish for nothing more than to see me fall.”
I lift my hand to his face and brush my thumb across his lips. He stares at me, and it feels like he’s staring right into me. “I’m glad you’re King, Wren. If you weren’t, I doubt I would have ever met you.”