CHAPTER 46
FRANKIE
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He sounds so sad as he tells me to drink. I know he’s worried about me and how I’ll feel after this, but he promised not to do anything. I know he won’t take advantage of me.
I grip his forearm with my hands, and I feel the arm across my chest tighten, pulling me closer still.
I pull his arm to my lips, and I can already see his wound trying to close in on itself. His healing is definitely stronger.
I suck back on his wound and instantly my mind hazes. I feel like I’m floating. I feel like I no longer have a tether to the real world as his blood spreads through my system. It’s euphoric in a way and tasting it fully in comparison to the last time, I can understand his hesitation to do this. His shit is potent, and I can’t get enough of it. I grip his arm harder and suck back aggressively. I feel his arm around me tighten and he lets out a harsh breath at my ear.
“Are you okay, Chess?”
He asks quietly. I moan against his arm, and he hisses out a breath when I bite down to try and stop his wound from closing. “I think that’s enough,”
he murmurs.
“No!”
I gasp, licking his arm before latching myself back onto him.
I can see why the blood whores enjoy this so much. Doing this willingly and being prepared for it, is a completely different feeling from having it force-fed down your throat. It makes me wonder what it would feel like to be fed on willingly. Would it feel good as well?
I feel his lips press against my jaw as he inhales deeply. I tilt my neck away from him and he drags his tongue down my throat.
“Wren, no,”
Alex says harshly.
Why is he being such a party pooper about this?
“She’s hazed, Wren. Don’t fucking bite her while she’s like this. You don’t even know if you can stop.”
What does he mean? Wren never drains anyone. He deserves a taste for making me feel this good. My body feels light and alive, and every touch from him feels excruciatingly real. I want to feel more. I want to feel every part of him. I drop one of my hands from him and reach back between his legs. His breath hitches at my neck and he lets out a low moan.
“Chess,”
he chokes out. I can hear the strain in his voice as I rub his cock through his pants. “Chess, stop.”
“Is she…fucking hell, Wren,”
Alex groans and Wren pants against my skin.
I want him to fuck me. I want to feel his cock inside of me while my body feels electrified. I can just imagine how good he would make me feel, and just the thought of it is making me wet.
“Alex, you should go.”
Wren’s voice is low…deep with need as he lowers his hand from my chest to my stomach.
“You can’t be serious?”
He hisses, but I hear him shift off the chair and get up. “I’m not leaving. If this gets out of hand, I’m the only one who can stop you, Wren. I can’t fucking believe this,”
he grumbles, stepping further away from us.
Wren slips his fingers under the shirt and finds my clit with ease. “Fuck, Chess…you’re completely soaked,”
he purrs against my ear. My arm is starting to feel a bit heavy and I’m struggling to hang onto him as he teases my pussy with his fingers. He slides them into me, and it feels so fucking good. My head drops back against him as a moan of pleasure rips from my throat.
I can’t even open my eyes. His blood is consuming every part of my body as he finger fucks me. “Wren,”
I whimper.
He grips my throat with his now free hand and tips my head back further to trail his mouth along my neck. I can feel his canines graze against my skin lightly as he draws in a slow breath. My body is shaking in anticipation as I wait for him to finally pierce into my vein, but it doesn’t come. He kisses his way down my shoulder as he pulses his fingers into me harder.
His cock is straining against his pants as I continue to palm his length. I can’t think straight. Everything feels vibrant to me, even through the fog that’s gripping at my mind. I feel amazing. I feel like I can do anything in this moment.
“Fuck, Chess. I want to fuck you so bad right now, but I won’t,”
he groans nipping at my jaw. “I’m not taking advantage of you like this, but I’ll make you come, Chess. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,”
I breathe out harshly as my orgasm builds inside of me. My body feels like it’s on fire as he shifts his hand to play at my clit with his thumb. “Mmm,”
I moan. His fingers pulse into me faster as he pants and moans behind me. I know he’s close to coming himself as the hand on my throat tightens further.
It’s weird. You would think I wouldn’t be able to breathe with someone’s hand completely wrapped around my neck, but all I feel is a bit of light-headedness. It feels good. I feel good. I don’t even care that Alex is standing off somewhere watching us. He’s here to keep me safe though. He’s here to make sure Wren doesn’t lose it.
“Fuck, Chess. I’m so fucking close too,”
he grunts, shifting his hips further into my hand. My entire body tenses as my orgasm ravages me. I press my body back against his, crying out as I come. “That’s a good girl, Chess. You’re so fucking good, baby girl.”
He grips into my pussy. I feel his fingers curl into me, pulling me back against him by the bone as he comes as well.
I can barely catch my breath as the air blasts into my lungs when he releases my neck slowly. My body feels limp, and my eyelids feel heavy. My chest is heaving as I lean back completely against Wren’s body.
He tips my face and presses his lips against mine. “Are you okay?”
He asks quietly.
I swallow around the dryness in my throat and lick my lips. “I…I feel tired, Wren.”
“I know, baby. I’ll let you rest.”
I nod my head and shift myself to curl up against him. I feel his lips brush against my forehead before I feel nothing else.