CHAPTER 65
WREN
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I hold Chess’s hand the entire way through the parking structure, in the elevator, and down the hallway. I feel the familiar twinge of sadness as we walk past Alex’s apartment, where his body lays to rest until I can mentally deal with having a funeral for him, and then Chess pulls me to a stop outside of hers.
“I should probably feed Nyx dinner. It’s pretty late.”
“I fed her while you were out, but if you wish to check on her…”
She stares at me with amusement, and I tilt my head in confusion. “What?”
“You fed my cat for me?”
“Of course.”
She laughs as she opens the door, walking in with me close behind. Nyx spots her from the couch and starts running towards her, but stops a few feet away with her hackles up and teeth bared. Chess takes a step back and dread settles into the pit of my stomach.
“Nyx, it’s me,”
Chess says quietly. Nyx hisses and lowers herself further. “No,”
Chess sobs, dropping to her knees.
“I’m sorry, Chess.”
This is not something I wanted to happen. I know she didn’t like Alex, but she likes me, and Chess is her mother. I thought that the connection she already had to her would be able to tame her, but clearly I was wrong. I settle my hand on her shoulder, and I feel her body shaking as she tries to stave off her tears. “Give her some time, Chess. She could still come around.”
Chess brings her hands to her face and sobs. “Nyx,”
she whimpers.
Nyx eyes her wearily and then her eyes meet mine. My breath hitches in my throat. It’s like she’s looking right through me, and then she surprises even me, when she steps towards Chess. Her paws settle on Chess’s thighs, and she starts kneading as she purrs. Chess hiccups and wipes at her eyes, and I squeeze her shoulder.
I’m thankful that she realizes Chess is still Chess. She may be physically changed, but she’s still the same person inside. She loves this cat more than anything. Probably more than me. I chuckle to myself and Chess tips her head back to look at me.
“Sorry,”
I laugh, and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Why are you laughing?”
She pouts her lips, and I bend down to kiss them quickly.
“Just an intrusive thought,” I tease.
“Care to share?”
Nyx has now crawled up completely onto her lap, and Chess pets her while she glares at me.
“Just thinking how much you love her and that you probably love her more than me.”
“Are you kidding?”
She snorts. “Of course I love her more than you. Look at her!”
I dip my fingers into her ribs, and she squeals out in a fit of laughter. Nyx jumps away, completely pissed at the fact I just took attention away from her. Chess is laid out flat, squirming and giggling. It’s such a beautiful sound, even if I’m tormenting it out of her.
“Wren, stop! You’re going to make me pee!”
I burst into a fit of laughter myself, and I grunt out in surprise when her leg swings up, clipping me around the neck, and taking me to the ground next to her. She has me completely pinned between her thighs and we’re both breathing heavily.
“You’re ticklish,”
I snort as I rub my hand against her leg.
“You fucking think? You asshole!”
She scolds, but her tone is teasing.
“I like hearing you laugh.”
I take in a deep breath and let out a sigh.
She shifts her legs off of me and then her face is hovering above mine. “It doesn’t count when you’re tickling it out of me.”
“I think it does,”
I smile. She rolls her eyes, kisses me quickly on the lips, and lifts back up to her feet. She smooths the shirt down over her body, but that does nothing to cover her up from where I am under her. “Nice view,” I chirp.
Her body stiffens, and she turns back around slowly to look at me. Her eyes widen and she tries to tuck the shirt between her legs. “You’re such a pervert!”
She huffs.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and I’ll be seeing it again soon enough.”
She lifts her foot and presses it against my throat lightly. I raise an eyebrow at her while she sneers down her nose at me. My eyes dart to her cunt, clearly visible to me, and I try to swallow around the pressure she’s putting on me. “Such confidence.”
Her tone is cocky as she pushes down a bit harder, and I feel my arms break out in goosebumps.
I run my fingers up her calf and her body shudders. “Would my Queen deny me such a simple pleasure as her cunt on my face?”
She shivers and bites at her lip. Her cheeks flush with heat and she slowly pulls back her foot. “I might allow it.”
She crosses her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow. “If you’re a good boy, Wren Valkyrie.”
I lift up to my feet and step myself flush against her body. She does well not to step away, but her defiant nature overrules any rational thought. “I don’t think you want a good boy, Chess.”
I lean down towards her ear and gently blow at the sensitive skin. “I think you want a bad boy who can make you scream.”