CHAPTER 72
FRANKIE
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Wren is quiet. He’s put on a playlist through his speakers and the music hums around me. I’m surprised by his music taste, but I guess it’s fitting. All the songs seem dark and depressing, and it sort of shows me a bit of his mental state when he made it.
I keep stealing glances at him because I just can’t stop looking at him. He almost doesn’t seem real. He really is beautiful. His fingers slowly tap on the steering wheel, and I can’t help but watch the muscles in his forearm flex with the motion. I want to trail my fingers across the corded bands and the veins under his skin. The black ink from his tattoos stand out against his paler complexion, but they suit him.
I want to fucking touch him. It’s like I have no control over my thoughts or sex drive. I wanted him before…when I was still human, but I felt like I had a handle on these feelings. Now? I want to ravage him and touch him and kiss him all the fucking time. I can’t get enough of him, and my need is like the hunger I felt for blood. It quivers in my chest and wraps around my entire being.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m doing just that. I touch him. I trail my fingers over his forearm and my breathing quickens when they flex under them. He glances over at me and raises an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
“I just…I needed to touch you.”
Is this feeling just because I’m a vampire or could it have something to do with the mark as well? We’re fated mates according to him, and he knew I was in trouble. Maybe it’s fucking with my head.
I slide my fingers away from him, but he snatches my hand and laces his fingers through mine. He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles gently. He keeps my hand gripped in his and settles our hands on the center console.
The gesture was so sweet. It fills my heart with joy, knowing he has this side to him. His thumb moves absentmindedly over my knuckles. The feeling is soothing, and I can’t help the sigh that slips through my lips. I shift my body slightly in the form-fitting seats so I can face him. I curl my legs up under me a bit and he glances over at me again.
“You look tired,”
he says quietly. “You can take a nap if you wish.”
He releases my hand, and I pull it back against my chest.
“I’m okay,” I smile.
“We still have about an hour until we get to the exit we need to take. Are you sure you know where he lives?”
“Yeah. He’s in Dorran County. I remember having to redirect a shipment to his house when it got sent to the compound by accident.”
“You have a good memory,”
he chuckles.
“I do. It’s hard not to. Information is power, and I wanted to try and grab whatever little power I could have…just in case.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about power anymore. You have it in spades.”
The thought of never having to worry about protecting myself, has my heart thumping against my chest. I don’t need to be afraid anymore. No one can hurt me. I have the power to kill anyone who tries. I was raised as a warrior, fighting for my life, and now I’ve been given a new life where the warrior in me can thrive.
“Do you think the Fates brought me to you on purpose?”
My thoughts have wandered and now I’m speaking freely.
Wren tips his head towards me and frowns. “It wouldn’t surprise me. They have a sick sense of humor.”
“What do you mean?”
“I find it funny that just when I had resolved myself to slip into the insanity and die, they go and drop my mate right in front of me. And then of course the challenge on convincing someone who absolutely despised me, into liking me and giving me a chance to prove myself. I may be a villain in your eyes, Chess, but I’ll never fucking hurt you. My rage will never be towards you.”
“It was cruel of me to call you a villain. I couldn’t get past what you were, even though I knew you were trying.”
I shift in my seat to get a bit closer to him. “You’ve been good to me, Wren. I can’t ask for anything more.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You can ask for whatever you want, Chess. You’ll never need anything because you will have everything. You never have to go hungry again and you’ll have the loyalty of a King.”
I unclip my seat belt and his head turns at the sound. “What are you doing?”
“You said I will have everything…anything I want, Wren. When I want it.”
I slide my hand across his thigh and the acceleration on the vehicle stutters. “Chess,”
he hisses, and he chokes out a breath when I press my palm against his cock, rubbing it through his pants. “Francesca, I’m fucking driving,”
he grits out.
We’re on a freeway so he can’t even pull over, and that sends a thrill through my body that has my thighs clenching together. He’s completely at my mercy in this situation and that…that is exhilarating.
I move myself even closer to him and kiss his jaw and neck as I undo his pants. He lets out a slow, rough breath through pursed lips and I smile against his cheek. “I thought you liked playing in the car, Wren,”
I purr against his skin. “How is it fair for only you to have all the fun. It’s my turn to make you squirm.”
I pull his cock out from his pants and slide my hand up and down it’s length. My fingers trace over every vein and every ridge as it hardens further. He may be trying to fight me on this, but he’s clearly turned on at the thought.
“Chess, you’re going to make me crash the fucking car.”
“Keep your eyes on the road, Wren. You promised to never hurt me, so you can’t crash the car.”
“Fuck,’ he grunts when I bend down and pull him into my mouth. The car lurches slightly to the side before he rights it and grips his hand into my hair. “Chess, stop,”
he pants. “Fuck.”
His hand goes from trying to pull me off of him to pushing me down further. My mouth is being impaled by his cock and my eyes water as I try to take all of him. I swirl my tongue around his girth and push myself further and further until I’m gagging on him. I force myself to swallow around him and relax my jaw as much as his size will allow. His fingers dig into my scalp and heat pools in my core as he pants and moans.
He grunts out a breath. “You better swallow every fucking drop of cum.”
I hum around him and the vibration in my throat is enough to tip him over the edge and he comes in my mouth. I feel the warmth of it trail down my throat and coat my tongue and I move to pull away, but he shoves my head back down on him and more cum squirts into my mouth.
“Every fucking drop, Chess.”
I hollow my cheeks and suck back on him as he continues to empty himself into my mouth. He brushes through my hair and trails his fingers down my back to smack my ass as I pull away from him.
“That was dangerous,”
he murmurs as he tries to catch his breath.
I shift myself back over to my seat and slide the seatbelt across my chest. “I know,”
I say proudly, grinning widely at him.
He shakes his head, but I see a smile pull at the corner of his lips. “Are you happy with yourself?”
He asks, signalling for our exit.
“Extremely,”
I laugh. “I dunno about you, but I think that was hot as fuck.”