CHAPTER 53
WREN
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That was fucking amazing. She took full control of me and my body when she tied my hands back. I could have easily broken the binding, but she seemed so turned on at the idea of me being at her mercy, that my curiosity got the better of me. I’ll satisfy her needs as long as she allows it.
She’s gentle with my wrists as she slowly unties me. She kisses my wrists as the red bands glisten against my skin for a moment before my healing kicks in. I didn’t even notice we had parked until Chess turned her head to look at Alex. He snuck out of the car to give us privacy…I’ll have to give him a raise for that. She was willing to have sex in front of him, which is completely out of character for her. Not that he would do anything in that situation. He’s not interested in her in that way, and he knows her trauma.
She’s slowly healing herself of every wound inflicted on her. Piece by piece, they’re being glued back together. She shifts off of me quietly and leans towards the window to rap on it. Alex opens the driver door and peers in with a smug grin on his face.
“All done?” He jokes.
“For now,”
Chess smirks. The air of teasing in her voice is but a ruse. I know what her intentions are. She’s already said she’s not satisfied completely, and I will make sure she is by the end of the night.
Alex pulls the driver seat forward to let us out. Chess is tying the halter back around her neck as she watches me slip out of the car. I tug my pants up and do up the belt as I try to steady my breathing. That was exciting. That awakened a need within me and a thirst that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to quench. She’s willing to try so many things, and my mind rips through every possible scenario I can think of to excite her.
I don’t even bother to button up my shirt as I tug Chess along behind me. My tie sits loosely around my neck and the tail ends flutter against my chest.
“What time do you want to meet in the morning?”
Alex asks as the elevator ticks slowly up to our floor.
“That’ll depend on whether or not Chess is functional after I’m done with her.”
She lets out a small gasp next to me and I give her a wry grin. Alex laughs and steps off the elevator before us, walking backwards as we follow him out.
“Alright. Just text me in the morning then and I’ll come over.”
He gives us a wave and heads off to his apartment. Chess moves to pull away towards hers as well and I grip her hand, stopping her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home. What’s it look like?”
“I thought you weren’t done with me,”
I tease, and I catch the glint in her eye.
“I need to check on Nyx…”
she says quietly. “I’ll be over in a bit.”
I pull her towards me, and she barely has time to put up her other hand to stop herself from slamming up against my chest. “You better,”
I growl as I lean in towards her ear. “I’m not done with you either.”
She tucks a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and her cheeks flame a beautiful pink. My fingers edge in at the small of her back, slipping below the material of her dress. Her breathing shallows and I can feel her heart pounding against her chest as I grip her closer to me still. I inhale deeply, scenting her sweet smell mixed in with the arousal she feels at this moment.
I’m sure she’s soaking fucking wet. If she was wearing panties they would be drenched, both from earlier and right now. I can only assume she feels sticky and wet from my cum still dribbling down her thighs. My cock twitches at the thought of taking her right here against the wall in the hallway and making her scream out my name loud enough to have Alex running to check on us.
Patience. I need to be patient. I know her need for me is growing deep inside, and the thrill I feel in my mind at what she wants to do to me, and me in turn to her, has my stomach clenching in anticipation. I know she feels what she does to me. Where my thoughts wander to when she’s this close to me. My cock is pressed against her hip, and it strains against the barrier between us like a caged animal, feral for release.
Soon. Soon I’ll bury myself inside of her so deeply, she’ll feel as though she’s tethered to me. I’ll show her all the pleasures I can provide her and the want she’s awakened in me.
“Wren.”
Her breathy whisper pulls me back to the present and I slowly drop my arm from around her waist. Air rushes into her lungs and the shade of her cheeks darkens further as she steps away from me…almost reluctantly.
I see it now. The pull and draw towards her is not just being felt by me…she feels it too. We’ve both been thrown into the Fates’ game, and all we can do is fall with each other and claw our way to the surface, trying to survive and trying to breathe. It feels all consuming. Every single moment I spend with her makes it harder for me to turn away. I’ve felt it before, and I don’t wish to feel it again…the thought of no longer being wanted by her, will tear the air from my lungs against my will and completely shatter what’s left of my sanity.
I feel it in my chest. Deep down in my heart, I know the thought is true. I need her. Without her, I’ll no longer have a soul. The darkness will completely take root and tear what little pity and light I have inside of me from my body. This wretched body that’s known only pain and heartache as well. This vessel that barely contains the rage and seething turmoil within its depths. I fucking hate it. The thought of trying to live on and be who others expect me to be and no longer having any glimmer of happiness…it’ll bring destruction. There will be plenty to suffer within the wake of my own demise.
I relish it. If I’m going down, I’ll take everything around me down with me, and at that point, I won’t even fucking care. Alex is my only other anchor, but I know he fears what I’m capable of when my mind is no longer there. Purebloods are dangerous and rightly so. We take and take, until there’s nothing left, and we only give when we see it fitting.
I watch as she slowly makes her way down the hall. She trails her fingers along the wall as she takes caution with each step placed in front of her. Her purse sways within the fingers of her other hand, and when she reaches her door in the distance, her gaze turns to me. She smiles and drops her head before slipping through and out of sight.
My heart races as I turn and make my way back to my own apartment. The pale moonlight trickles in from the patio window, but the rest of the place is dark. I turn on a few of the decorative lamps scattered around the living room, and head into the bedroom to change. I don’t bother with a shirt, it’s going to be taken off anyways, but the sweatpants are comfortable and easily show my need for her through the material.
I don’t know what to do with myself as I wait and wait for her to come over. I pace back and forth along the white tile floors of the living room and pause when I finally hear a faint knock at the door. I rush towards it and take a deep breath before gripping the handle and sliding it open. My eyes ravage her body in front of me. Pure…untamed…mine. She’s changed into a lingerie set, which is surprising to say the least. I never thought she would own anything like this for herself, but my eyes can’t help but devour the silky black lace material clinging to her form. Her tits are barely contained in the bodice, and her ass stretches the material in the most sensual way.
“Do you like it?”
She asks quietly, dragging her fingers down her stomach and then back up between her full, luscious chest.
“Very much.”
My voice is deep and filled with hunger. I lick my lips when she bites hers and the door handle, still clenched within my palm, groans from my grip as her hand slides back down into her panties.
“Alex got it for me. He said… ‘just in case’.”
Fucking Alex. He’s like a puppeteer. Stringing along his marionettes without them even realizing it. He’s played us well together right from the beginning. He believes Chess is my mate. The tales of mates goes back for centuries, but fewer and fewer have been recognized. What’s the point of a mate that I can’t be with? I won’t turn her because she’ll probably die, and I can’t become a human again. We’re fated for heartache and nothing more.
I open the door further and motion for her to come in. Each step she takes is methodical as she sways her hips and runs her fingers along the edge of her panties on her ass. I snap the door shut and turn the lock before striding towards her. She turns quickly, sensing my presence and places her hands on my chest, stopping me.
“What do you plan to do to me tonight, Wren.”
Her voice trembles slightly as she glances up at me.
“Everything, Chess.”
Her fingers curl against my bare chest and her nails scrape lightly along my skin. “Okay.”