CHAPTER 42
FRANKIE
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I can see it in his eyes. Little by little, I’m breaking through to him. I can’t believe he’s been hiding this from everyone. A King falling to the insanity would damage the entire vampire community. He’ll be nothing but a shell. A being fueled by the purest of emotion…rage.
I never thought I would want to fight so hard to save a vampire, but Wren is worth it. He’s kind. He’s broken…I’m broken too, and yet he’s fighting for me to come back to myself…to allow myself to feel something other than hatred. He’s trying to save me, all while he falls himself.
“Fuck, Chess. That was so fucking sexy. Was that a good orgasm for you?”
His voice draws me out of my dark thoughts. I watch as he rubs his cock with a hungry gaze that burns into me. “It was good, but I think you can do better for me.”
His jaw drops slightly at the comment, and I smirk to myself. I’ve learned quickly how to play him. Wren’s ego is fragile, even if he pretends it isn’t. I know how much it turns him on when I talk dirty to him.
“Is that a challenge or an invitation,”
he asks cautiously.
“Both,”
I chirp. “I have no doubt you can make me come, Wren.”
I shift myself onto my knees and settle onto my heels as he takes another step towards the bed. “Are you going to fuck me now? Do you even want to fuck me?” I tease.
“You must be joking?”
He scoffs. “Do you think I want to stand here with a fucking boner for shits and giggles?”
My turn.
“I want you to say it, Wren. I want you to beg to fuck me.”
His eyebrow quirks up and I notice a smile tugging the corner of his lips. I slide my hand back down between my legs and dip two fingers into my pussy. “Do you want this pussy around your cock, Wren? Do you want to feel it tighten around you until it squeezes every bit of cum out of you?”
“You’ve gotten bold,”
he laughs.
I rock my hips against my hand, and he clucks his tongue. “There’s no one to blame but yourself, Wren. You’re the one who made me realize what I need and what I want…and what I want right now, is to hear you beg for my body.”
“You want me to beg?”
He whispers.
“Yes, my King. I want you to beg.”
His eyes flicker with light and he gives me a huge smile, completely throwing me off guard. He drops to his knees at the foot of the bed with no hesitation and looks up at me.
“Chess…I want you and only you. I want your fucking body and your soul. I want all of you. I’m not going to beg to fuck you. I’m not even begging you for your body…I’m begging you to surrender your entire being over to me. I’m begging you to let me worship every freckle and every scar. I’m begging you to let me feel something for you. Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting to protect you and be with you. I don’t understand this feeling I have inside of me, but I don’t want to keep ignoring it because I feel like if I do, it’ll rip me apart from the inside out. I’m begging you to accept me for who I am, Chess. Please, let me show you how much your very existence means to me.”
I stare at him in complete shock. He took my teasing in a completely different direction and just blurted out his emotions, uninhibited. “Wren---”
“I want you by my side…until the very end. I want you to be the last thing I see in this world.”
“Please don’t talk like that.”
I can’t keep the edge of hurt and anger out of my voice, and he gives me a sad smile.
“We both know what’s happening to me, Chess. As much as I would love to have you forever, because that would probably change my mentality on things, I would never risk your life during a turning. Even if it was what you wanted, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bear the guilt of snuffing out your light.”
I lean towards him and brush my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and lets out a jagged breath. “Come here,”
I say quietly.
He opens his eyes and slowly lifts himself to his feet. I pull his face towards mine as he shifts me onto my back, settling his body between mine. I reach down between us to grip his cock and guide him towards my pussy. He slides himself into me slowly, laying his hips right up against mine.
Just when I thought he couldn’t go any deeper, he finds ways to surprise me. He slides out slowly and back in, tilting his hips up into me when he can’t push any further into me. The sensation is extraordinary. I can feel every inch of him inside of me, but I want more. I slide my hands down his back to grip his ass, pulling him even closer to me. He lets out a harsh breath against my lips, and I grip his bottom lip between my teeth.
“More, Wren,”
I whimper. “I want more. Fuck me harder. Fuck. I want you to make me scream.”
“I love it when you say my name, Chess. I want you to know that.”
He slams into me harder and drags his cock back out slowly.
His slow but heavy pace is building inside of me. The orgasm building inside of me feels like it’ll shatter me. I can’t catch my breath as every time he slams into me, my entire body lights up at the feel of him.
I’m close…I’m so fucking close to unraveling around him completely.
“Not yet, Chess,”
he grunts out. “You’re not allowed to come yet.”
“Wren!”
I whine, shifting my hips up for him to go deeper. He slams into me over and over and I’m clawing at his back as I try to hold on. I’m panting and gasping for air as I try to hold back my orgasm for him. “Fuck, Wren! I can’t!”
“Hold on, Chess,”
he pants, and I can feel every muscle in his body tense around me. “Fuck, Chess. Come for me. Fucking come around my cock.”
My mouth gapes open as the air gets squeezed from my lungs from the intensity of my orgasm. I catch Wren biting his arm again as he completely unloads himself into me.
I can’t imagine how painful that is for him, but he’s doing that, so he doesn’t bite me. He’s hurting himself so he doesn’t hurt me. He collapses against my body and we’re both breathing heavily as I drift my fingers across his back.
“That tickles,”
he murmurs into my shoulder.
“You bit yourself again,”
I say bluntly.
“I had to, Chess.”
“Is it hard for you to have sex and not bite?”
He turns his face into mine and kisses my jaw. “Sometimes. It’s been a bit harder with you because you actually smell good to me.”
“What do I smell like?”
“Honeysuckle and vanilla,”
he chuckles.
“Do I smell like that to Alex too?”
“No. I mean...I don’t think so, he said you smell human.”
“Why do I smell like that to you then?”
“I don’t know,”
he sighs, rolling off of me. “It’s the reason I tried to bite you the day I met you.”
I’m surprised he’s actually admitting that to me. I thought that maybe he was just trying to scare me off, but I never thought it was because of the way I smelled.
“I’m sorry…”
I mutter quietly.
“Why are you apologizing now?”
He snorts.
“I just didn’t realize how hard it was for you to be around me.”
“You can’t control what you smell like to me, Chess. If I wasn’t curious about you, I would have refused your request to work for me. You intrigued me with your strength and resilience, and I wanted to see what you could do. You were right…there was no one better suited for my needs,”
he smirks.
I laugh at the fact he’s throwing my comment to him back in my face. I smack him on the chest and prop myself up to look down at him. My hair falls forward and brushes against his bicep. He’s smiling up at me and reaches up his hand to cup me behind my ear.
He looks happy. He’s smiling through the sadness etched into his features, and the thought of never seeing him in this way again, breaks my heart. The asshole King is nothing more than a man lost to his own darkness…struggling to hold onto any fragment of light that he can, so that he doesn’t drown before he’s ready.
“So, are you saying I’ve met those needs?”
I tease, leaning in closer to his face.
“You’ve met them and exceeded them, Chess.”
I press my lips against his as he grips his hand lightly on the back of my neck. “So, what are your plans for this surprise day off?”
I murmur against his lips.
“I’m not sure. How about you?”
I pull back from him and settle my head against his chest. My eyes drift closed as he runs his fingers through my hair. “I don’t know. My dick boss gave me the day off, but put me on lockdown, so I guess I’m stuck here with nothing to do.”
His body shakes under me as he laughs. “Your boss definitely sounds like a douchebag. Want me to fuck him up for you?”
He snorts.
“I dunno if you could take him. He’s pretty ripped.”
I’m trying to hold back my own laughter as he continues to cackle under me. “You have a great laugh,” I giggle.
“I don’t even remember the last time I laughed like this,”
he says breathlessly. “It’s a weird feeling…being open and just…normal.”
A pang of sadness grips at my heart from the comment. “I like seeing you like this, Wren.”
“You mean, naked?”
He teases.
“That too!”
I laugh. “You seem happy.”
“I am, Chess. I’m so fucking happy right now.”
His body stiffens under me when we hear a knock coming from the front door. Wren shifts himself under me and I pull away from him for him to slide out from the bed.
“It’s probably Alex. More than likely he’s coming to check on you,”
he says quietly as he pulls on his pants.
I slide off the bed as well and tug his dress shirt back on. “Just stay here. I’ll go talk to him.”
“You want me to stay?”
He asks, confused.
I stare at him while he stares at the floor. “Of course I do. Why would you think that you need to go?”
“I…I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
I walk up to him and shove him hard. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, and he falls on top of it with surprise on his face. “I’m not done with you,”
I growl, making him laugh.
I head out into the apartment and hear him knock again. I open it to see Alex standing there with a frown on his face. “What’s wrong?”
I ask him, thrown off by his expression.
“I don’t know where Wren is. Did he end up coming here to drop off food?”
“He did.”
I’m trying to stifle the giggle that’s trying to break free. He really does care about him, and I know how worried he is about everything that happened this morning. His King is slipping right in front of him and he’s worried sick about him.
“Did he say anything about where he was going?”
Alex asks quietly as he fidgets with one of the buttons on his shirt.
“He said he was going back to his room…”
“Fuck, okay. Thanks, Frankie.”
He turns to walk away, but I reach out and grip his forearm. “I kidnapped him though. Did you want to talk to him?”
Alex’s eyes widen, and a smile finally breaks through. “You’re such a bitch,”
he snorts. “He’s here and you made me think he fucking took off to do something stupid again.”
“Again?”
I ask, confused.
“It’s nothing,”
he says, waving me off. I motion for him to come inside, and he nods his head.
“Just give me a minute to get him. He’s a bit tied up at the moment,”
I tease, smirking at him.
“Wait. Did you actually kidnap him?”
His voice goes up in panic and I can’t hold back my laughter anymore.
“I’m kidding, Alex. He’s fine and not actually tied up. He’s in my room, lying down. Though, I wonder if he would let me actually tie him up at some point,”
I murmur, tapping my finger to my chin as I imagine him under me, completely restrained while he moans as I ride his cock. My cheeks flush at the thought and I shake my head, glancing at Alex.
His jaw is dropped, and I realize he heard me say that out loud. “That’s a bit kinky, but okay,”
he mumbles as red creeps up his neck.
I move away from him quickly before either of us makes that conversation even more awkward. I’m panting slightly by the time I get back in the room.
Wren is still laying with no shirt on. His hands are tucked in behind his head and I can’t help gawking at him as he raises an eyebrow at me.
“Your face is red,”
he chuckles. My eyes move to his perfect fucking God-like abs as he lifts himself up to sit. “Is everything alright?”
“Fine!”
I squeak out as my throat tries to close in on itself. I clear it and rip my eyes away from him. “Alex is looking for you. He seemed worried, so I ended up telling him you were here.”
He pulls himself from the bed and moves to stand in front of me. I can’t meet his eyes as the thoughts of him tied up, flash in my brain again. I stare at his chest and it’s doing me absolutely no favours either as his pecs flex in front of me.
“Why do you seem so nervous?”
He purrs right at my ear. My body shivers as his lips graze against my skin.
“No reason,”
I whisper.
“Hmm.”
He pulls back from me, and air finally rushes into my lungs. “I feel like you’re lying, but one way or another, I’ll find out where your mind just went, Chess.”
He walks past me, out the door, and my knees buckle out from under me. My heart is pounding against my chest. Being near him is starting to get difficult, when all my mind can think of now is the absolute pleasure he can provide me.