scowl, he figured now would not be a good time to bring it up.
“On your fuckin’ knees,” Frankie snarled, pointing a long finger in Snod’s face.
Snod dropped immediately, unsure if his immediate compliance was voluntary or a result of Frankie’s
power. Regardless, the fire he saw in Frankie’s eyes instantly transported him back to that first
morning when Frankie had pinned him so aggressively on the sofa.
“You are such an immature, selfish, insecure fucking brat!” Frankie seethed, his fangs fully bared and
hissing savagely. “I step away for a few precious moments, a few fucking seconds, and you just had to
come barging over like a total jackass!”
Snod still hadn’t been given permission to speak, so he had no choice but to listen to Frankie’s rage.
There was something strangely enticing about seeing him so angry and while Snod couldn’t explain it,
he could feel himself getting undeniably hard.
“You had no right to say that to Mark!” Frankie continued to shout. “For fuck’s sake! We’re not
together, Obe! I am not yours! I care about you, I do. I am willing to give you a chance when the blood
wears off if you really want to be with me. But who’s to say you’re not just gonna wake up one
morning and suddenly decide you don’t wanna date an unholy creature, huh? And then what?”
Snod frowned, his cock continuing to stiffen uncomfortably in his pants.
“You’re such an asshole, and you know what, so is Mark. You’re both fucking assholes!” Frankie
raked his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. “God, what is wrong with me, am I just attracted to
fucking jerks? God, ugh!”
Snod thought Frankie’s lips looked particularly pretty as he panted and huffed, even more turned on as
he watched him get more and more worked up. Frankie was unfairly sexy when he was angry, and
Snod was doing his best to listen, but it was getting difficult to focus.
“If we’re not gonna work out, I don’t need you burning my bridges over some petty, bullshit jealousy,”
Frankie went on. “I’m crazy about Mark, but you... I could be crazy about you, too. But I have to know
that you really want this. That you want me.”
Snod wished he could speak, although it was probably better that he didn’t. All he could think was
that he did want Frankie. He wanted him far too much. He reached out for him, gently resting his
hands on his thighs and smothering his cheek against his hip.
Frankie gasped softly, his hands moving over Snod’s neck, his nails digging in hard. The moment they
touched, the desire between them became inescapable. Frankie was pressing closer, growling softly
