Page 5 of Jack of Diamonds
“He’s alive,” he explained, his fingers continuing their soothing dance along my scalp. “Queen Amari and her apprentices have been working on him all night. They’re still not done drawing out all the poison, but they’re close. It’ll take some time for him to fully recover.”
My chest tightened at the memory of Ransom’s battered body, how his cocky, commanding presence had crumbled under the weight of his wounds. I tried to imagine what he must be going through. The pain was so foreign and yet so real in my heart.
“Did they have to amputate his wings?” I asked, worry lacing my voice.
Chess shook his head.
“Amari is doing everything she can to avoid it. She’s a skilled healer, Alice. If anyone can bring him back from the brink, it’s her. Look at my hand.” He held it up, flexing his fingers with ease. “You’d never know that I’d been wounded mere hours ago.”
I let out a shaky breath, trying to find comfort in his words.
Maybe Ransom would be okay after all.
Maybe this nightmare could still have a happy ending.
But the nagging doubt in the back of my mind refused to be silenced.
“Thanks for letting me know, Chess,” I whispered, reaching for his healed hand and intertwining our fingers. His touch was warm and reassuring, a lifeline amidst the cold uncertainty that surrounded us.
“Anything for you.” His lips curved into a tender smile as he curled his other arm around my back, leaned down, then pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to be swept away by the simple pleasure of his touch, the way it ignited a fire within me that burned so brightly it chased away the darkness.
But as I stared into his eyes, full of sincere devotion, I couldn’t help but wonder if I truly deserved him. If I was worthy of the affection he so freely offered. It was impossible to ignore the complexities of my relationship with him...with his friends.
Chess was enigmatic and seductive. Ransom was demanding and dangerous. Hatter was obscene and insane, and even Callister evoked a love-hate attraction inside of me. They all had their secrets, their motives, and yet, I was completely drawn to each of them for different reasons.
In this strange, dream-like world, I found myself tangled in a web of desire with my Wicked Boys of Wonderland.
“Chess,” I began hesitantly, unsure of how to voice my concerns. “I’m sorry I fucked Callister and Ransom and Hatter right after you left. I didn’t plan on it, but—“
“Shhh...” With a soft Cheshire grin, he pressed a finger to my lips. “I’d have done the same thing if I’d been in their position. Truth be told, I’m glad you fucked Callister. His mood has been greatly improved ever since you did.”
“I’m sorry if I made you jealous.”
“How could I be jealous?” he purred. “They’re like brothers to me, Alice.” His fingers left my lips and began tracing along my jaw, my neck, then my collarbone. “We know how to share...to take turns.”
A soft, warm throb awakened my core.
“That’s good to know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Chess revealed a soft smile as he delicately grazed the tips of his fingers over my exposed skin, causing goosebumps to form in their wake. His fingers traveled down the length of my arm before slipping under the covers, where he discovered that I was naked underneath.
His eyes took on a wicked gleam.
I knewexactlywhat that look meant.
“Such a lovely surprise,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire as he pushed away the blankets. I shivered at the sudden sensation of cool air against my skin. Then I moaned as he slowly began teasing my nipples with his fingertips. They made gentle circles around them before he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger.
Hi dipped his head until he’d sucked one of my tits into his mouth. A gasp escaped me as he softly nibbled until my nipple was hard against his tongue. A rush of arousal coursed through my body, making me ache for Chess in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I could feel the slick wetness pooling on the other side of my pussy lips.
“Oh, you delightful girl,” Chess murmured as he looked up at me. “I can smell your delicious cunt.”
The heat of his touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through me, and I couldn’t help but moan in response.
“You feel so good...but I’m too tired to fuck,” I gasped, my body arching towards him as he continued to torment my sensitive nubs.
“You’re beyond tired. You’re exhausted,” Chess soothed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips while massaging my tits. “Why don’t you lie back and relax, and let me do all the fucking? All you have to do is say the word.”