Frankie's Bride

by M. K. Moore

  "The only answer I can give you is you are mine now."

  "Yeah, that sounds about right," she says smiling. "When can I get out of here? My cat needs to eat. Oh my God. Where are the children?"

  "Children? You have children?" I ask incredulously.

  "Oh, God no. Not yet," she says blushing. "I was babysitting when it happened. One of the little girls was coloring. The other one, she stabbed me."

  "A child did this to you?"

  "A deranged one, but yes, a ten-year-old little girl." Her shudder doesn't go unnoticed by me.

  "I heard the assailant was in custody. They didn't mention anyone else." I feel much better about that, but I am floored that it was a child.

  "I need to talk to the cops." I nod my head and hand her the card of the detective who came to collect the evidence left at the nurse's station. "Did my purse come with me?" she asks.

  "No. Just you."

  "Well, shit," she swears, picking up the phone in her room. I try to back out to give her privacy, but she reaches out and takes my much larger hand in her tiny one. I offer her what little comfort I can as she asks the police pertinent questions about her case. I've declared her fit for release which is insane since she was just stabbed, but she is in perfect health. She ends her phone call and looks up at me. Her deep blue eyes pierce my soul.

  "Shouldn't you keep me for observation or something?" she asks.

  "Do you need to be observed?" I ask rubbing my jaw. My beard has almost completely grown in since I showered this morning. Every system in my body is now hyperactive. As I stare at her, my cock is hardening down my leg.

  "By you, yes. Oh shit, I'm letting my crazy show, aren't I?"

  "Your crazy matches my own," I admit. "You're coming home with me," I decide. I know I have blurred the lines of propriety. She's my patient and I'm her doctor. But I don't give a flying fuck.

  I brought her back, that makes her mine. At least that’s what I’m telling myself as I discharge her from the hospital and put her in my Silverado. She directs me to her apartment. She has no keys, but the damn door is unlocked. I'm going to have to talk to her about that. I run inside and grab her cat and it's accessories. My house isn’t far from work and in less than ten minutes, I am pulling her out of the truck and lifting her in my arms. She looks sexy as hell in the spare scrubs I located for her.

  “Wow,” she breathes. “You must be really strong,” she says, clutching my neck.

  “Yeah, something like that, but you weigh no more than a feather,” I say reassuring her.

  “Yeah right. You are just being nice.”

  “Let’s agree to disagree, then.” I open my front door and carry her into my bedroom and lay her down gently on top of the covers. “Do you need anything?” I ask.

  “A drink would be nice. Soda if you have it."

  “I am sure I have something.” I leave her on the bed and head back out to the truck, grabbing the cat. I set up her litter box in the mudroom off the kitchen and get her some water. Wandering into the kitchen, I take several calming breaths. She needs to rest. She needs to heal. She needs to run far away from me.

  “I am not going anywhere, and I don’t need a nap. I am pretty healed up too,” her quiet voice says from behind me. I spin around to find her standing in front of me completely naked.

  “Did I say that out loud?” I ask confused. I can’t take my eyes off her. My semi-hard cock fully hardens at the sight of pale breasts. They are more than a handful, even for me.

  “No, but I heard you, in my head. Something happened to me while I was dead. Something miraculous.” I furrow my brow.

  “Polly,” I growl.

  “Yes?”

  “What’s happening here?” My blood. My blood did this.

  “Your blood?” she questions. “What’s wrong with your blood?”

  “Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s different, like yours.” Unbidden, I think about the fire, Aaron, and Max. Her eyes widen as I give away our secrets. But then she smiles.

  “Different. I like that.”

  “Why are you naked?” I ask, unable to stop thinking about fucking into her tiny body.

  “I love that you think I’m tiny. You are the first person to ever think that,” she says grinning.

  “I find that hard to believe,” I deadpan.

  “So, I am naked because you make me want things.”

  “Things?” I don’t know how I am able to have a conversation right now. My cock is throbbing in my scrubs.

  “Things like your throbbing cock.”

  “It’s yours.”

  “It is isn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Take me to bed,” she whispers, her long fingers rubbing her neck.

  I don’t need to be told twice. I pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. My lips find hers as I back her up to the wall.

  “Wow,” she breathes when we come up for air. “Do kisses always feel like that?”

  “I wouldn’t know,” I respond.

  “You’ve never kissed anyone you’ve been with? That’s really weird.”

  “I’ve never been with anyone, Polly. I’ve been waiting. Waiting for you.”

  She searches my eyes then nods.

  Tonight is all about us becoming one.

  I brought her back, that makes her mine.

  Chapter 3

  Polly

  Oh my God. I can feel him throughout my body. His hands, his mouth, his cock. His touch is everywhere. It's as if he's already inside of me. My skin is practically sizzling with anticipation. All of my nerves are firing at once and it’s almost too much. Almost. I want this. I need this. I need him. His possessive thoughts of owning my body are all I can hear in my head and I know that I am going to let him. The wall behind my back is cool against my overheated skin. He's so big that my legs won't go all the way around his hips. Fate brought me to this broken man. I have what he needs. His lips are still on me and his tongue dances with mine. When he moves to my neck, goosebumps pop up on every inch of my skin.

  "You are wearing too many clothes," I moan.

  "Easily remedied," he growls. When he nips my neck, I orgasm loudly. If I can do that without him even touching my pussy, what's going to happen when he does? I shiver in anticipation. "You are so responsive," he whispers.

  "It's you." He's made me this way. He's ignited something in me that I can't quite explain.

  Moving away from the wall, he carries me down the hall, into his room, right to his massive bed. I stand where he set me on my feet. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing more tattoos. My mouth hangs open. He's gorgeous. Then he kicks his shoes off. Finally, his pants and boxers come off. I feel my eyes come out of my head as I take him in. His cock is massive. It's long and thick and pointing straight at me. He reaches his index finger out and closes my mouth for me. Then he strokes my chin lightly.

  "Close that pretty mouth, you'll catch flies,” he says chuckling.

  I lick my suddenly dry lips. I want to choke on him. But he doesn't give me that option. He crowds me until I fall onto the bed. I scoot back in what I hope is a seductive manner. My legs fall open as he walks on his knees to me. He grins down at me before lowering his head and licking the cream from my pussy. I gasp at how good it feels and how his dirty, filthy, and depraved thoughts fill my head.

  "Do all that," I choke out, reminding him that he's in my head. He doesn't stop eating my pussy, if anything, he goes at it more vigorously. He's amazing at it. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was a professional pussy eater. My orgasm is harder this time, but I need more. So much more. "Frankie, please. I need more. Give me more."

  "I'm going to give you everything, baby," he says coming back up to his full height. His cock is already soaked like he came just from eating me out but he's still hard as a rock. He strokes his thick cock while looking down at my pussy. "I don't want to hurt her," he thinks, and I melt all over.

  Reaching my hand up to his cheek, he leans into my touch, kis
sing my wrist.

  "You won't hurt me," I say.

  "How can you be sure? I'm so much bigger than you."

  "Don't you know? I'm a thousand percent sure I was made for you. For your pleasure. Our pleasure. Our future. You can't hurt me." He leans down and kisses me. Then he spreads my legs wider. Still gripping his cock, he slowly feeds it into me. He groans as he stops at my virginity. He's warring with himself, so I tilt my hips and push down. Impaling myself on him, he tears through the little bit of skin and I scream in pleasure and not pain. He pauses. "Don't fucking stop," I demand. He looks down at me in shock but thrusts harder and harder using the headboard for leverage until I come with such intensity, I almost pass out. I feel him coming before he actually does. It starts as a tingle until it reaches its peak and then I feel it inside of me. There's so much of it and it's hot. Burning me from the inside out. He pulls out of me causing me to whimper. Not in pain, never in pain. I just don't want him to stop. I look around the room. The bed is in complete disarray. It's probably five or six feet from where it was, and the headboard is splintered. Shattered really. There are bits of wood in my hair and on my chest.

  "Sorry about that. I lost control," he says pulling splinters out of my hair.

  "What's that?"

  "You said you had wood on your chest and in your hair."

  "I didn't say that out loud," I say grinning.

  "This will come in handy."

  "What will?"

  "Somehow the link has been completed between us. We can read others' thoughts now. This blood of ours has some magic properties, I do believe."

  "I think you are right. Let me get this mess cleaned up."

  "I’ll help," I say getting out of bed, shaking out my hair and pulling his discarded shirt on. It smells like him and I love it.

  "Come on baby. Those happy little thoughts are going to get you fucked again."

  "You say that like I don't want that."

  I watch as he lifts his entire giant bed up with one hand and puts it back where it was. "Oh my. Is it hot in here?"

  "Polly," he growls in a warning.

  "Sorry. You're just so hot. I can't help myself," I reply mentally fanning myself. "I love you," I blurt out. He strides toward me.

  "I love you too," He says it like we’ve said a thousand times, like it’s not the biggest thing in the world. He leans down and kisses me.

  We get to work righting the bed. He removes the headboard all together. We change the sheets. Then he suggests a shower.

  Like I am going to say no

  After a very dirty shower, we climb back into bed. This has been the longest, weirdest, bestest day of my life. What's the rest of my life going to hold?

  Then I feel it. Deep in my belly. Warm and radiating. A tiny boy voice fills my head and heart.

  "Me," he says quietly.

  Our son is making his presence known.

  "Son?" Frankie asks sleepily. "How?" He places one of his big hands gently on my belly.

  "Magic."

  Chapter 4

  Frankie

  She's given me everything I never hoped for because I don't deserve it. She's sleeping now but I find that I can't sleep. Nothing new there, but it's different now. I'm in full protection mode. I can't shake the feeling that something or someone is coming for her. My son is already growing inside of her and it's both fantastic and humbling. I'm choosing not to focus on the impossible science of it all and deal in facts. I'm drawn from my musings as she stirs next to me.

  "Mmm. What are you doing, Frankie?" she asks sleepily.

  "Watching you sleep," I reply.

  "That's not creepy at all," she says giggling.

  "I can't help it. You're so fucking beautiful." By God she is. Beyond it really.

  "Thank you, but you should sleep. It's almost morning."

  "I never sleep," I say but I do lay down. She snuggles into my side. Immediately, I calm down. Even my thoughts quiet. She has managed to do what I haven't been able to.

  She brushes her fingertips over the tattoos on my chest lightly.

  "What made you get these?" she asks.

  "It was a couple weekends before the incident. We got drunk and went and got them. My life was ordered and boring before this happened. This was chaos in the best possible way. "

  "This nice. I've always wanted several tattoos."

  "Now is your chance," I say kissing her forehead. She then tilts her head up and I kiss her lips. Rolling on top of me, she pulls my sweats down just enough to pull my cock out. Her hot wet mouth wraps around the head. She sucks expertly.

  "Your mouth is amazing, baby," I say gripping her hair. She doesn't let up at all. It doesn't take long before I'm coming down her throat. Still hard, I flip her onto her back and slam my cock home. She comes screaming my name and I fill her pussy. I pull out of her slowly and adjust my pants.

  "So good but so sleepy," she murmurs closing her eyes.

  Before I know it, I'm sleeping too but it is not dreamless sleep.

  I'm running through the woods, in the pouring rain. I am just wearing the grey sweatpants I fell asleep in. I have no idea where I am, but I know that I can't stop running. I hear a scream and rush toward it. When I reach the clearing, I see Polly lying on a giant slab of rock. There are strange carvings etched into the rock above her. Her white dress is stained red and her hair is wild. Slowing down, I reach her. She's breathing shallowly but otherwise she seems fine. I can't find a wound on her. It appears she's in the dress she came to the hospital wearing. How strange. It also isn't raining here. I don’t have time to contemplate the impossibility of all this, I need to get Polly to safety.

  I follow some low chanting around to the other side of the slab. There I find a little girl. Where she turns her head, her eyes are red. Not bloodshot, but actually red. They glow in the dark.

  "My sister called the police, but now I'll get it right. She who ruins everything shall be no more. She who ruins everything shall be no more. She who ruins everything shall be no more," she chants in three's.

  "What did she ruin?" I ask quietly.

  "Everything. Her being what she is ruined everything."

  "What she is?" I question.

  "I thought she was the answer to my prayers."

  "How?" I ask. I feel like I just need to keep her talking.

  "She came here to free my parent's from the burdens they created. I am not anyone's burden. I won't be made to feel as such. You don't get it, men never do."

  "You seem much older than ten," I hedge.

  "Ten? Please. This vessel is ten, but I am much older," she says standing.

  "Who are you?" I demand.

  "Sorena, the Guardian of the Past."

  "You can't have her." She means to take over her body and I can’t allow that.

  "But I need her vessel. It has to be her. Do you know how long I've waited for someone with her insides?"

  "It's irrelevant. She is mine." I feel the exact moment she wakes up, but she doesn't make a move. The possessed beings face distorts in anger. Then her hands raise, and fire shoots out of her fingertips, burning my arms. Looking down, I see red welts already forming. The pain is incredibly intense, but I don't wake up.

  For the first time, I realize this isn't a dream. This is really fucking happening. How did we get out in the woods? How do we get out of the woods?

  “She is no more. Once I finish this charm, she will be gone, but I will be even more powerful. Her blood is even better now. What did you do to her? Maybe she can sustain me now.”

  “I saved her. That makes her mine.”

  “Silly man. Trying to lay claim on what can never be claimed. Women are as wild as the sea. They don’t want to be claimed or controlled. They only want one thing."

  "This one does and is," Polly says sitting up. She wasn't bound, but she shakes her head to clear it. My girl was probably drugged, and it kills me.

  "Oh good. You're awake. This will work so much better now that you're up."

&
nbsp; "What will?"

  "The ritual of transfer."

  "What happens to Demina?"

  "She's still in here. This was just a temporary vessel. They are all temporary. She'll be fine. No memories of me whatsoever," Sorena says.

  "Fine. I will do this willingly."

  "Even better."

  "Polly, are you fucking kidding me? I just found you. You can't ask me to give you up." I say angrily.

  "Frankie. You'll be fine. I have to save the little girl. You understand, don't you?"

  "No. I won't allow it. I saved you, that makes you mine. What about our son?"

  "Sorena will give him to you when it is time."

  "Yes. Yes. I promise. You can have the boy."

  "That isn't good enough. I need you, Polly."

  "Calm down," Polly says, her thoughts invading mine.

  "What the hell are you doing?" I think but she doesn't respond.

  That doesn't sit well with me.

  Chapter 5

  Polly

  I have a plan, but I'm just not sure it's a good one. Something in me is telling me all is not as it seems. Again, I find myself praying for salvation. For more than just myself this time. I must protect my baby and Frankie as well. I have to control my thoughts, putting up a shield I block my thoughts from the man I love. It's hard, almost crippling, but I manage it.

  "How does this work?" I ask. I can’t pinpoint it, but she is important to me. I had a slight inkling while I was babysitting, but now it’s overwhelming.

  "It's simple. I will emerge from this vessel and enter yours."

  "How do you enter? What happens if you wait too long between vessels," I ask. Though I mean to knock her off her kilter, I am genuinely interested in how this all works.

  "I'm going to stab you again, enter through the wound, and heal it from the inside out. I would have done that yesterday, but we were interrupted. If I don't enter a vessel within five minutes, I am doomed to my natural form forever or until someone kills me. Though, no one on Earth possesses the strength to do what's needed."