“You´re not disappointed with me, are you?” she asked and turned around so that she straddled him and he stiffened. “Because if you are, then I´m very sorry. But I could always make it up to you.”
She wasn´t really sure about what she was doing here. Before Philip had joined the army she had slept with him but that had only been once and not to mention almost 200 years ago! But things couldn´t have changed that much, right?
“How,” he bit out.
Freya licked her lips, planning on kissing him slowly. Slowly letting him taste her when his mouth suddenly crushed down on hers and she gasped. His lips were firm and soft and his tongue devoured her.
The kiss was demanding and possessive and Freya grasped his wide shoulders, feverish when she felt his shaft growing beneath her. Suddenly more than willing and unable to stop herself, she started rubbing against him and he groaned in surprise. Freya had just intended on kissing him but quickly realized they both needed more.
“I want to try something,” Freya whispered but he didn´t seem to hear her, growling something, too busy with fondling her breasts. He was so big, she wasn´t sure how she would manage and yet she slid down to her knees, unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers until she was stroking him.
She looked up, thinking that maybe he would stop her but his was chest heaving, his eyes intent. He cupped her neck, bringing her closer to him and Freya´s heart quickened. Tentatively she licked the tip, letting her tongue swirl around it and he tensed, his hands going back to the chair gripping it so hard they whitened.
Freya reached around his shaft with her fingers and he thrusted into her mouth as she sucked, taking him in as deep as she could. He stiffened, tried pushing her away but she refused, moaning when he ejaculated into her lips and she sagged against him. This…this had never happened with Philip…not like this…
Her eyes grew wide when he put his palms on her ass, squeezing her hard…what was he…?
Surprised, she let out a small shriek when he picked her up and pushed her against the opposite wall. Her legs went around his waist as he continued kissing her and Freya couldn´t get him close enough, but then he took a step back so that she slid down the wall. He turned her around, so that she had her back against him.
“What…what are you doing?” she whimpered, when he lifted her dress and cool air hit her bare skin. He went down on his knees, looking up at her with those diamond eyes and Freya started to shake in anticipation.
“You said you wanted to make it up to me and this is what I want,” he snarled and fell upon her with his tongue, giving her harsh licks. He pushed his fingers inside of her and Freya screamed in pleasure, making his licking even more ravenous.
“I knew you would be this sweet,” he whispered, before gripping her hips, forcing her to ride him on his tongue…until she begged him to stop, unable to take anymore.
Freya thought she would fall down on the floor, from the orgasm had Wolf not held her up.
He brushed away the damp hair strands that were sticking to her face and there was a strange expression in his eyes.
“Where have you been all this time, Freya of the Emerald Forest?” he asked and Freya swallowed.
“Just out there haunting rivers, I suppose,” Freya panted. Her whole body was pulsating and she hadn´t felt this alive in centuries.
“Exquisite female,” he said in awe. “I have been searching for someone like you...for longer than you can imagine.”
“I… think I would have liked had you found me sooner,” Freya faltered and then bit her lip at the blasphemy. Was she really someone who forgot her true love as soon as another male made her orgasm with an intensity she´d never felt before? What was wrong with her? She was seducing Wolf for practical reasons only, or was he seducing her…?
“You will never go back to those rivers,” Wolf said and Freya thought her body would react, protest with tension but to her surprise she went soft. “You´re with me now.”
Then she felt his cool lips against hers and she responded fiercely. He pushed the dress down her shoulders. He kneaded her breast and twisted his tongue around her nipple until Freya´s head was stretched so far back her hair was touching the floor. When his fingers that never had left her secret flesh started moving, stretching her, she bit her lip.
“Ah, yes Philip,” she said. “Don´t stop, my love.”
But the pleasure did stop and surprised Freya looked up, only to gasp at the look of Wolf. He looked like he barely could contain his rage and Freya didn´t understand why, until she realized what she had said.
Wolf straightened both of them and pulled up the straps of her dress, so hard that Freya lost her balance.
“Who´s Philip?” he asked between clenched teeth.
“Nobody,” she stuttered.
“Don´t lie to me.” His voice was shaking in anger.
“You called him your love. Who is he?”
“Just…a simple, mortal boy I knew when I was a human. He doesn´t mean anything to me.”
“You said his name. He must mean something.”
“No, I was just confused,” Freya tried. “Oh, what difference does it make? He´s dead.”
“He´s alive and well in your little mind,” Wolf said and a dangerous gleam showed in his eyes. “This is the second time you´ve let another man but me come closer to you.”
“Who are you talki…that mortal that I tickled?” Freya asked and before she could stop herself. “Please, I´ve played with hundreds of them in the river, if not thousands.”
Wolf stared at her, looking like he wanted to strangle her and Freya backed up against the wall, when he picked up the chair and threw it at the window so that
