Chapter 12

Frankie

A bby opens the door to my room, tip-toeing inside. Closing the book I was reading, I place it on the side table and sit up. "He's finally asleep?"

"Yeah." She gives me a small smile as she comes to join me on the bed. She brings her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, resting her cheek on top. "It's all surreal. The amount of times I have to ask myself if this is all real or if I'm asleep, stuck in a nightmare, is well... a lot," she laughs lighty.

"How are you doing?" I ask her, scooting closer so I can touch her. She sighs and closes her eyes as I brush her hair off her face, letting my fingers linger against her cheek.

"Honestly?" She blinks her eyes open. "I'm not sure."

"How so?"

She kisses my fingers as they brush against her lips, making my heart beat a little faster. "I'm happy because Zed is alive. He's back, he's here. I can see him with my eyes, touch him with my hands. Frankie, I fought so hard for that to be a reality."

"I know you did, Princess," I say softly.

"But the fact is, he's not the Zed we all know. I know my dad warned me that would happen, and part of me doesn't care because as long as I have him, that's all that matters to me. But I still can't help but miss who he was and hope he gets his memories back and becomes himself again. Does that make me a bad person?"

"No, baby." I lean forward and press my lips against hers. "It doesn't. Not at all."

"I'm sorry." She unfurls herself and flops back onto the bed.

"For what?" I ask, moving my body until it's hovering over hers.

My hair falls forward, curtaining around her face. She looks up at me with her captivating blue eyes and licks the lips I want to taste so badly.

"For making everything about me. About Zed."

"Abby," I say in a warning tone.

"No. Don't ‘Abby' me." She narrows her eyes. "You're not going to let me always get away with it. The fact is, I've neglected my other mates over the past few weeks. And now that Zed is... stable. I think it's time we have some alone time."

"Yeah?" I smile, my core heating at the thought. "Like you want to hang out, watch a movie?"

She bites her lower lip, and my fangs throb when I smell her arousal perfuming the air. "No." She shakes her head.

"Want to snuggle and read a book?" I lean down and brush my lips against hers, my nipples pebbling behind my bra.

"No," her whispered answer is shaky, making me grin.

"Then what do you want to do, Princess?"

"I want to taste you."

My eyes close as I let out a groan. "Abby."

"I want you, Frankie. I want you so bad it hurts. We've put this off for so long. Tonight, I want to say those words that bond our souls for life."

My heart fucking bursts at her words. I have wanted that since the moment I knew she was my mate.

These past few weeks have been so fucking hard. I've done my best to put on a brave front because my mate needed me. That didn't change the ache in my chest every time she was down in the cell with Zed, missing her, craving her. It didn't take away the fear that every time she went back into that pit, she may never come out.

"You kept yourself together for me. But right now, I think it's okay to break a little." She reaches up and cups my cheek. My eyes flutter closed as I lean into her touch.

"Abby." I open my eyes again, this time I can tell they are blazing red. "I've been dreaming about having you this way for a very long fucking time. I don't know if I can hold back."

"I don't want you too." She gives me a sly smile. "You saw how Zed was in the cell."

"Ugh, don't remind me." I shiver, and she laughs. I love her laugh, it soothes my worries away.

"I wanna taste you too." My eyes flick to the pulsing vein in her neck, and her breath catches.

"You can," she tells me, and my eyes snap back up to hers.

"You would let me drink from you?" Since finding out Abby was my mate, I've been sticking to animal blood or blood bags. It didn't feel right sinking my teeth into another person. When a vampire drinks, the person we're receiving the blood from gets a bit of our venom. It's like a drug to them, making them high and aroused.

I didn't want that. The only person I want moaning as I sink my teeth into them is right here under me.

"I want you to." She nods.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers. We both moan as her lips part, allowing me to slip my tongue in and over hers.

She parts her legs, tangling her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer as she locks her legs around my waist. Abby grinds up, pressing her mound against my clit, and I moan into the kiss.

With each passing second, I grow more and more feral for this girl.

The kiss turns frantic, hands roaming each other's body. I can't get enough of her. I need her. Crave her.

She pulls at my shirt as I tug at hers.

We break apart, panting, just long enough to get rid of the barrier between us before our lips are locked together again. I growl when I feel the press of her soft, warm body against mine.

"Frankie," she moans as my fingers find her dripping cunt.

"So fucking wet for me, Princess." I grin down at her, my fingers thrusting into her warm pussy.

"Always." My eyes flick down to her heaving chest. I fucking love her tits. They're heavy, nipples hard as stone.

Leaning down I suck one into my mouth. She moans, arching her chest and pressing into me as I continue to fuck her with my fingers.

Gods, this must be what Heaven feels like.

"Wait, wait, wait," she pants out. "I want to taste you first."

I pull back, letting her nipple go with a pop. "You want to eat my pussy, Princess?"

Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "Yes. But..." She chews on her lower lip. She's never been with a woman, and I can feel her nerves amping up.

"Just do what feels right. I'll let you know what I like." I press my lips to hers, giving her a quick, reassuring kiss before moving my body off hers and pulling my fingers free.

They're glistening with her arousal, and I bring them to my mouth to suck them clean. My eyes roll back, and I'm seconds away from diving between her legs for more.

But my Princess wants to make me feel good, and who am I to deny her?

Moving to lay down on my back, I prop myself up on my elbows and part my legs as Abby sits up, her eyes slowly eating my body up. "You're so beautiful," she compliments, moving to her hands and knees.

"So are you." I smile, my eyes finding her swaying tits as she crawls forward. "I want you between my legs, Abby. I want to cum on that tongue of yours."

"Fuck," she hisses, moving until her head is level with my pussy.

"That's what I thought we were doing." I grin.

She laughs, shaking her head. "I can't even with you."

"You can and will." I open my legs wider for her. "Now be a good girl and make me cum."

Her pupils dilate as her eyes lock on my center. I'm soaked for her, pussy aching, clit throbbing. The anticipation of finally knowing what it feels like to have her lips on me is fucking killing me. I love the way she looks at me.

Abby lowers and adjusts herself. My heart is racing inhumanly fast, my belly in knots as I watch, waiting.

"Stop that," Abby murmurs, looking up at me.

"Stop what?" I ask, blinking, my eyes flicking from her eyes to her mouth.

"Staring at me. You're giving me stage fright."

I laugh, falling onto the back. "You are overthinking this, Princess. It's not that hard. Bring your mouth to my lips and—Oh, fuck," I breathe out as her tongue makes contact with my center. It's wet and warm, licking from my hole to my clit.

The first few licks are exploring, like she's trying to see what my reaction will be. "That's it, Princess," I encourage. "Fuck. Your mouth feels so good, baby. Just like that."

Grabbing my thighs, she buries her face in my pussy, and all the nerves she seemed to have evaporate. My mate feasts on me like she hasn't eaten in days. It's a little sloppy and you can hear how wet I am for her, but fucking hell, if it isn't the hottest thing that's ever happened to me.

"Fuck, Abby, yes," I whine, lifting my hips and pressing my pussy into her mouth. "Eat me, baby, eat this fucking pussy."

She moans as her tongue thrusts inside me a few times before bringing her lips to my clit. She wraps them around it and sucks.

"Shit!" My eyes squeeze shut, fingers digging into the blanket below me.

The tightness in my belly grows by the second. Sweat breaks out across my body, my heart thundering in my chest as my breathing turns into full on gasping for air.

"Fingers," I manage to rasp out. "Use your fingers, Princess."

I moan, grinding against her mouth as she manages to slip two fingers inside me. She works them like fucking magic, curling them at just the right spot.

"Fuck, just like that. I'm gonna cum, Abby. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl."

My spicy little mate bites down on my clit, and then I'm a goner.

Grabbing the back of her head, I hold her down as I shamelessly fuck her face. Blinding pleasure rips through me as one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had consumes my body, making me shake and sob out my release.

Every muscle inside me locks as my pussy pulses around her fingers, making her have to work harder as she continues to fuck me with them.

It feels like a lifetime before my body relaxes, the last bit of my orgasm lingering.

"Holy shit," I gasp, panting heavily as I stare up at the ceiling, my sight a little blurry.

"Is that a good ‘holy shit' or bad?" Abby laughs, crawling up my body until her face is hovering over mine. She licks her lips, my release still glistening on them.

"You're fucking amazing. I love you." I reach up and grab the back of her head and pull her down for a searing kiss. I can taste myself as she kisses me back needily.

"I love you too." She smiles down at me, panting as she catches her breath from our kiss.

"Would it be too much to ask you to do that, like every day?" I ask with a slow grin.

She laughs, falling onto the bed next to me. "I'm not sure if I can promise every day, but I sure as hell will try any moment I can."

I roll over until I'm the one on top of her. "How did I ever get so lucky?" I murmur, my eyes slowly taking in her face, her body. "You're so perfect."

"You are, too."

We kiss again, unable to get enough of each other. I know I will never get enough of her. I need her now. I need to taste her, to have her shatter on my tongue. I want her to scream my name, to let everyone around us know just how good I make her feel.

I kiss down her jaw, loving the little sounds she makes as I shift to her neck. She moves her head to the side, giving me more room. My hand slowly maps out her body as I kiss and suck at her neck, right where Zed left his mark.

I grab her breast, giving it a squeeze before brushing my thumb over her tight nipple. "Frankie," she moans, and I grin against her neck. Rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger, plucking and pulling. She likes that, gasping as she writhes beneath me.

"More," she moans. "Please, Frankie. I need you."

"You have me, Princess," I assure her as I start to kiss my way down her body. I stop at her tits, making sure to give them each attention, until she's a needy puddle for me. My lips travel between the valley of her breasts. Her belly caves in, hips shifting when I kiss my way down.

Grabbing her thighs, I spread her wider. "Gods damnit, Abby." I see her pink, swollen pussy all slick for me. "You're so turned on, aren't you, baby? Are you needy for me?"

"Yes," she whines.

"Are you a needy little slut, aching to have me eat this pretty pink pussy? To have me sink my teeth into you and suck you real fucking good?" My fangs pop free, her eyes widening as I run my tongue over them.

"Yes," she nods frantically. "Please."

"I'm not sure if I can hold back, Abby." I warn her, already feeling my vampire instincts on the verge of snapping.

"I'm not easily broken, Frankie. I'm a fucking demon. Now eat my fucking cunt and make me scream," she demands, pupils blown so wide her eyes look black.

A feral growl sounds in my chest and I can't hold back anymore. The moment my mouth meets her pussy, I snap.

Abby screams my name, back arching, fingers clawing at the bed as I feast on her pussy. I eat her good and thoroughly until she's a fucking mess. A mess for me.

Every moan, whimper, whine, and plead adds to my hunger.

Doesn't take long before that hunger isn't just for her pussy. I wait, holding off as long as I can until I feel her trembling wildly in my arms, seconds away from shattering for me.

Suctioning my mouth to her clit, my fangs sink into her flesh at the same time I suck hard on her clit.

The scream that rips through her fills me with pride as I take long drinks from her.

I snarl against her, my fingers digging into her thighs, needing more. It's not enough, it feels like it will never be enough.

"Frankie," she gasps. "Fuck, Frankie. It feels so fucking good it hurts." She sobs heavily as her orgasm goes on and on.

I need to stop, otherwise I will end up hurting her.

Ripping my mouth from her pussy, I take in lungfuls of air. The haze fading as I stare down at my mate. She's covered in sweat, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed as her chest rises and falls quickly.

"Shit," I hiss. "Are you okay?" I check over her body.

"I'm okay. I think I'm dead, but I'm okay." She gives me a sleepy smile. "Come here." She crooks her finger at me.

Moving over her body, she reaches up and brushes her thumb against my lips. "You have a little blood there." She holds up her thumb, showing me the red.

I lean over and suck it into my mouth, loving the way her lips part and her arousal blooms in the air.

"Frankie," she whispers. "I don't know what that was, but it was amazing—mind blowing. I'd ask for that everyday, but I think you might kill me if we do."

I laugh, licking my lips clean of her blood.

"Can't have that now, can we?" Wrapping my arm around her, I move her until we're side to side.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah." I can't stop staring at her. She's so fucking beautiful, so perfect, so... fuck! There are no words that can describe how madly in love with this woman I am.

"I think this is the part where we bond our souls together for the rest of our lives. You still down for that?" She smiles.

I laugh, smiling back. "I couldn't think of anything in all of my existence—past, present or future—that I'd rather do. My mind, body, heart, and soul are yours, Abby. All yours. Take it. Keep it. They're yours."