“I´d trust almost anyone over you, even Malena of the Malicious.” Malena was a witch who was notorious for being immoral. She was definitely not an ally. To be compared with her was a low blow. Wolf raked his gaze angrily over Freya´s body. “And the frost never lies.”
Freya could tell that he wanted it to be true this one time and she figured she could use this to her advantage. Tentatively she took a step closer to him.
“Careful or you´ll hurt my feelings,” she said and Wolf cocked an eyebrow. Freya was just withholding half the truth. If the murderer of a god was killed by her lover, she would regain her mortal soul. And if she chose to accept her mortal soul, she would be able to enter the afterlife, where she could reunite with Philip. Which was exactly why, she needed Wolf to fall in love with her and kill Swarog. The sooner he fell in love the better…
Wolf stiffened when she pressed her body against his.
“Were there any others?” he grated.
“Any others what?”
“Other males.” Suddenly he seemed to have trouble speaking and Freya thought his jaw must be hurting from being that clenched.
The other god´s occasionally favored ONS with mortals but it had never been Freya´s thing.
“Once as a god I tried kissing another mortal, just to see if I would feel something.” Freya had allowed the mortal to kiss her and it had been such a dull experience, she had almost thought about drowning him herself because of his lack of skills. She raised her eyebrows and innocently added. “But I felt nothing.”
“That doesn´t surprise me. You god´s are unemotional, cunning creatures.” But some of Wolf´s anger had disappeared when she´d said that she had felt nothing.
“Can´t believe you´re accusing me of being unemotional and cunning,” Freya said and then sighed, her lips curling into a becoming smile and she could feel Wolf´s heart speed up. “Do you mind if I go downstairs and play on the harp some more?”
“Yes,” he said with clenched teeth. “I do mind.”
“Then how about I do it while I´m naked?”
He opened his mouth as if to say something but no words came. His mind seemed to have gone blank.
“That´s what I thought,” Freya said and walked out the door, but not before she crooked her finger for him to follow. He stalked behind her in the hallway and to her surprise she started trembling with anticipation.
Chapter Nine
Downstairs in the round room, she became nervous again. What if she wouldn´t be able to seduce Wolf? She´d never tried something like this with Philip, who would have been horrified and dutifully scolded her for acting like a harlot.
Cautiously she threw a glance at Wolf, wondering if he was thinking something along those lines but his eyes only carried an arresting expectancy as if he was impatient about what she was going to do. He went to sit in the couch by the fireplace, his eyelids suddenly heavy and he rested his hands on his knees.
“Undress,” he said and his voice sounded hoarse. Freya let a strap fall down her shoulder and then she pulled it up again, shooting him a teasing smile.
“Or maybe I´ll just keep my clothes on,” Freya said. Casually, she shrugged thinking that maybe she should drag it out as much she could, when Wolf gave her such a seething look that she swallowed.
“I´ll rip it apart myself if you don´t,” he bit out. She decided that it was best to listen to him. Slowly she removed her dress and let it fall down at her feet. Freya turned around to walk to the harp and she could hear Wolf gasp. She threw a look over her shoulder and saw him staring at her ass, his hands clenching the armrests.
“Do you like what you see?” she sighed.
“You know I do,” he said, gripping his cock and heat rushed through Freya, making her eyes flutter.
Suddenly she wanted to go down on her hands and knees, crawl over to him and take him between her lips again. Inwardly she shook herself. Happily unfaithful to Philip? What was happening to her? This was all just part of the plan, she told herself and she could be with Wolf physically and enjoy it but she would never give him her heart.
Freya straddled the seat next to the harp and let her fingers slid over the strings. As she played Wolf kept watching her, possessively and with greed as if he couldn´t get enough of her. When she closed her eyes to be able to absorb the music better she found herself becoming aroused again.
Her breathing was growing hectic and even though she wasn´t seeing, she could feel his eyes on her. Her face, her breasts, her hips and then her breath was suddenly crystallizing. It was getting colder and colder in the room. Surprised she opened her eyes, only to see frost coming down from the walls, covering the floor and the furniture’s and Freya shivered.
“What are you doing?” she whispered as her nipples stiffened from the cold and he licked his lips.
“Bring your legs over to one side,” he bit out and she hesitantly did as he asked. “Now spread them.”
Her legs were shaking a little and she whimpered from the way he was looking at her. She knew she was already glistening between her thighs and it made her face flush.
“Wolf… …”
“You need something to fill you, don´t you god?” he asked and she nodded shamelessly. She waited for him but instead he made the frost that was on the floor crawl over to her. Freya started panting when the frost lifted in the air, twirling itself into a rod.
As it came closer she spread her legs in anticipation even further, knowing that she would be impaled on it and her lust was so sharp it was almost unbearable. When she felt the cool tip at her
