“Look at me!”
Sharply her head jerked. Her murky blues met his icy greys and she moaned when she saw that he was touching himself. He was huge, long and thick and mouthwatering and she bit her lip so hard she could almost taste blood.
“Does the cold feel good?” he asked and she could only nod eagerly when the rod began circling. “Tell me how much you want this.”
“I want it,” Freya moaned, thinking she would go livid. She frenziedly pinched her nipples, rolled them between her fingers, anything for some release and Wolf cursed, looking like he was about to climax. “I want it so much. Put it inside me…please.”
“You´re begging me to fuck you with it?”
Freya could barely make out what he was saying.
“Yes!” she wept, frustrated that he was letting her wait. The rod slammed into her and she almost cried out in pain, had it not been for the maddening pleasure that quickly replaced it. She could feel it twirling inside of her and she tried pressing down on it, needing to be pierced until she broke in two.
“Pull your knees up to your chest, “ Wolf ordered and Freya thought she would shatter.
“Wolf,….I can´t…too much….” Her red tresses thrashed wildly, as the rod exploringly worked its way.
“Do it now or I´ll stop,” Wolf warned and she shot him a look of abandon, before helplessly obeying, pulling up her knees.
“Want more?” Wolf asked between hectic breaths and she nodded again. She wanted to be filled. But he continued torturing her, going way too slow, making her move her hips frantically and strange sounds started coming out of Wolf´s chest. Desperate, Freya tried to grab the rod, pushing deep within with her hands as she lifted her hips to meet it.
Wolf groaned at her reaction and the rod shoved further in, moving so fast it turned into just a blur…Freya started shaking violently from her orgasm, screaming in wantonness. Not long after, Wolf followed, the sight of him nearly sending her over the edge once more.
Freya tried to slow down her breathing, her skin gleaming from perspiration and she smiled at Wolf with delight but he didn´t smile back. Instead he looked at her as if he couldn´t tell what to think.
“Didn´t know you could do that with frost,” Freya exhaled as he readjusted himself.
“There´s many things you don´t know about me.” His voice sounded hard again.
“Such as?” She tried to get him to warm up again but it appeared to be useless.
“Such as that I can recognize a bargain when I see one.”
“Bargain?”
“You want something from me, I can tell.” He looked angry again. “But soon enough I´ll find out what it is.”
Freya couldn´t risk that. If Wolf understood what she wanted to use him for he would never fall in love with her.
“You won´t find anything,” Freya said because that was what she hoped. “Is it so hard to believe that I might want your body as much as you want mine?” And that wasn´t really a lie.
“That´s not all I want,” she thought she heard him murmur but then he stood up and walked over to her. She smiled, lifting her heavy breasts to him, thinking he would touch them but he didn´t. Instead he brushed his finger over her sensitive lips as if he wanted to kiss her. Freya opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb and he let out a hiss. When she reached to unbuckle his belt, he stopped her.
And an unpleasant coldness touched her bones. Didn´t he want her? Was she somehow reading him wrong or was he still just mad because she had said another man’s name? Maybe the Frost Bringer was not as harsh as he appeared.
“Don´t you wish to take me?” Freya whispered.
He shot her a dark look. His body stilled, as if he didn´t trust himself to move. “More than anything.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He didn´t answer, released her hands and walked over to stand by the window, looking out over his lands. The snow that was swirling lit up his sharp features and Freya thought she could detect some kind of vulnerability. Quickly she put on her flimsy dress and went to stand next to him, touching his arm and he jerked as if he was unused to a spontaneous touch.
“You´re not still angry about yesterday´s slip of the tongue?” she asked and he refused to look at her.
“What if I am?”
Freya sighed lightly.
“You will have to be patient with me,” she said. “My fiancé was the only man I´ve ever known and you can´t blame me for having been loyal to him.”
Wolf glanced at her sideways.
“I have been more than patient,” he said. “And when it comes to your loyalty, know that from now on, you are only loyal to me.”
But I´m not, am I.
“Of course. I´m loyal, I don´t even think I have choice. It is the only wise thing to do, since there is a war coming and I could use your protection.”
He nodded curtly.
“I will keep you safe. You have nothing to fear.”
Freya felt a fluttering in her chest but she pushed it away.
Wolf reached out his hand. “Now, come,” he said.
“Where?” she asked in surprise.
“To the tower.”
“You can´t be serious,” Freya said. “You´re really going to lock me inside again?”
“What part of I want the portal open, didn´t you understand?”
“Open it yourself, you freezing tyrant,” Freya shrieked and crossed her arms. She´d thought that the intimacy they´d just shared would have made him think differently but apparently winning the battle was all he could think about. Freya backed away from him and his eyes darkened. “I´m staying right here and when I decide, I´ll go to the tower and start tweeting away.”
“We don´t have much time,” Wolf said, reaching out for her but she slapped his hand away before she bit her lip. She was here to try to make him fall in love with
