CHAPTER 52
FRANKIE
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My body craves him. After what happened at dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words to me. He makes me feel wanted and vulnerable, and for once in my life…I’m okay with it. With him, I don’t care that I’m vulnerable. I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. Of fighting, and being strong, and being thrown into an adult life without getting the chance to grow up. I missed out on so much, and I just want to feel something real.
Alex turns on the music and I’m instantly grateful to him. I know we fucked around earlier in front of him, but I’m sure it’s awkward. I feel strangely comfortable with him, and I don’t actually mind if he watches. Surprising, I know. Probably because I know he’s not gawking at me and judging me. He’s not getting off on me being abused, drugged, and raped. I’m doing this of my own volition, and he’s been kind to me as well. I trust him just as much as I trust Wren. He won’t hurt me unless I hurt Wren, and he knows now how far I’m willing to go for him.
I fumble with the buttons on his shirt as he pulls his tie from around his neck. I grab the tie and drape it around my own. He lifts a brow, trying to figure out what I’m doing, but is quickly distracted when I move to straddle his hips.
The space is small, and he takes up a large portion of it. He shifts himself a bit more to the middle to give my legs room. His breathing is laboured as I slowly slide my dress up my thighs, gripping into the material as I press my chest against his. Our lips are a mere inch apart and I can feel his hot breath cradle against my lips. I tease my tongue against his lips and trail kisses across his jaw and down his neck.
His chest moves rapidly as he tries to steady his breathing. His shoulders heave up and down and I feel his cock harden further under me. I suck gently at the skin on his shoulder and pull away to see the hickey quickly heal. I frown, irritated at the fact I can’t even mark him as my own.
I slowly pull the tie from around my neck and grip one of his wrists in my hand. I tie one end of the material around it, knotting it with a quick release.
“What are you doing, Chess?”
His voice is dark and gruff, and I can feel his heart pounding through his chest. His heart…the beating heart of a vampire, who suddenly only has eyes for me. This heart beats for me. His power is mine to control if I so choose it…but I won’t. No one can truly control a King like Wren. I was sent to him to do a job and somehow, by mere chance or fate or whatever, I willingly fell into bed with him.
I want him. I want him so fucking badly that it hurts. It’s like an ache I can’t quell. An itch I can’t scratch, no matter how much I rip at the skin, tearing it up, piece by piece. It’s satisfying, but not. A temporary reprieve, until moments later, it comes back with a vengeance. That’s how I feel right now and that’s how I always feel around him.
He’s gorgeous. From an outside perspective as a human, he’s too pretty…too perfect to be real. Knowing about the supernatural world and living in it as long as I have, you tend to notice small little things that scream dark worlder. The flicker in his eyes, gleaming like a predator. The soft glow of power that rims his irises when he’s angry or excited. The perfection of his body should be enough to convince anyone. Supernaturals are all good looking in some way, and always fit. Their metabolism is asinine and most have to eat large meals often to maintain their physique and their power or they risk wasting away. Both in body and in the natural magic imbued into their very being.
Wren is still magic. The vampire virus is just that, but a few gain abilities that have no ties to genetic make-up on a human scale. I know all about his shadow abilities and the destruction he can create with it. He really is death wrapped in muscle.
I lift his wrist up behind his head, and surprisingly, he doesn’t fight me. He seems curious as to what I’m doing and is being complaisant. I smirk to myself at the thought of him being a good boy and I want to tease him with the notion. I slip the tie through the headrest behind him and grip his other wrist, tying off the other end. A smile pulls at his lips as he tests the restraints and I prop myself up on my knees to look down at him.
His eyes are hooded, and he seems almost…pleased with me. I thought he might fight me more on being restrained, especially without talking about it first, but he’s willing and waiting to see what I have in store for him.
I tug the string at the back of my neck, allowing the halter to fall loosely down my chest. I brush my hand through his hair and his eyes close at the sensation. I lean myself in closer to him and grip his chin. His eyes open slowly, lazily, settling on my face once again.
“You’re being such a good boy, Wren.”
My voice is low, and I try to push as much seduction into those words as I can. I see him test the tie wrapped around his wrists again and he lets out a low, deep rumble of a chuckle.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
He whispers. The vibration so low in his throat, that it sends a shiver through my spine. I know he’s turned on by this, and he’s doing well to contain his need.
“I am.”
I press my chest against his face, and he shifts his face to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. The feeling is exquisite. I tilt my head back and grip into his hair hard. He moans against my chest, swirling his tongue around the now hardened peak.
I grip his length and I’m thankful I didn’t put on underwear. The space is cramped, and I don’t want anything getting in the way of his perfect fucking cock being inside of me. I slide myself down his length, inch by inch. Enjoying every single fucking inch of him as my pussy conforms to his size. I’m panting already and I haven’t even fully taken him into me. I feel the head of it pulse inside of me as I slowly slide back up and back down.
He tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes closed. His fists are clenched tightly as he strains against the binding. I know he could easily snap it into pieces if he wanted to, but he’s granting me my fantasy, and is staying tied willingly. His mouth hangs open as he pants out harsh breaths. I work his cock faster, shifting my pelvis forward to try and gain some friction on my clit.
I’m so fucking close. I just need a little more to get me there. I grip into his shoulders and lean towards his face. His canines are dropped, and he moans and grunts quietly as I fuck him how I want to.
“Chess,”
he whimpers out, biting his lip. “Fuck, Chess. Keep going, Fuck.”
I know he wants to touch me. His hips shift up into me as he tries to get more of himself inside of me. I can feel his thighs tensing under me and his stomach contracts as a gleam of sweat caresses his skin.
“I’m almost there, Wren,”
I whisper against his lips. I’m so fucking close. My body feels electric. My soaking wet pussy tightens around him, and I grip the back of his neck, crushing my lips to his. I slide my tongue out and graze against the sharp peaks of his fangs. His body shudders and I smirk at the fact that, that, was enough to finally tip him over. He fills me completely and I can feel the combination of his juices and mine mingling between our bodies.
I didn’t even notice the car is stopped and we’re parked back in the tower. I glance behind me, and Alex isn’t there, but I see his silhouette through the darkly tinted glass while the music he put on, still plays quietly through the cabin of the car.
“Satisfied?”
Wren asks. His breathing is jagged, and I feel the short, sharp bursts of air tickling against my neck.
I turn back to him and cup his face between my hands. “Not even close.”