“Aha, so that´s the problem,” Freya said. “You want to make me pay?”
Wolf cast her a serious glance until one side of his lip curled.
“Only a little.” His hand shot out and he grabbed her by the elbow. “Get up.”
“Make me,” Freya said challengingly but inhaled when he lifted her in his arms and her legs went around him. Freya could feel both their hearts beat in unison and when she stared into his hard diamond eyes she all of the sudden wanted him to kiss her and sleep in the same bed as her, so that he could keep her nightmares away. His big hands gripped her thighs and a lick of heat shot through Freya as she rubbed her breasts against him and his eyes grew hooded.
“Can´t get enough, can you?” he asked, palming her milky white breast, molding thems to his big hands. He bent down his mouth to suck her nipple and she blatantly shook her head. As if unable to stop himself, Wolf reached to clasp her between her legs and groaned when he found her already soaking. For a second she though he had staggered a little.
“Never. I am covetous for you,” she whispered in his ear, stroking her cheek against his.
Wolf cursed and transported them to the tower again, dropping Freya to her feet and she blinked from the disappointment. He turned away from her and by the way his shoulders were moving she could tell he was breathing harshly.
“This time you will do as I say,” he said, sounding like he was trying to get control over his voice. “Do you understand me?”
Freya took a deep breath, wondering if her cheeks looked as warm as they felt. She twirled her hair and his hand opened as if he wanted to do it. “I suppose I could, because I do want to please you,” she began.
“You´ve already pleased me,” he muttered and bit down on his jaw when he realized what he had said but Freya was delighted.
“Have I?” she asked, feeling a natural joy until she reminded herself that it was all just part of the strategy. She turned her eyes from him so that he wouldn´t be able to read her. “And you´ll be even happier with me when I open the portal?”
He gave a sharp nod.
“I will see you in the morning.” Wolf went for the door but Freya stopped him.
“Or you could always spend the night….” She panted when Wolf clasped her chin and she closed her eyes, thinking that he was going to kiss her. Freya was desperate for him to do it. But then he swiftly let her go and flung the door open so hard it almost broke and closed it with a shudder so that the whole tower shook.
Chapter Ten
Before dawn emerged Wolf walked into the tower, expecting the portal to be opened. A pale blue light was rising from the mountains, shining gracefully on the wall but his hopes died when he noticed that the portal was still shut. Freya was sitting in the corner, looking exhausted but her red, glossy locks were arranged in intricate braids high up on her head and he scowled.
“Did you even do as I instructed or have you been playing with your hair, all night?”
“I´m not doing it on purpose,” Freya tried. “I´ve sung all kinds of songs even the modern ones that the mortals like.” Frustrated she shrugged her slim shoulders. “I even tried rapping, for Titania´s sake!”
“What´s that?” he asked suspiciously. “You tried smacking the wall?” He glanced at her knuckles as if he expected them to be bleeding and she hid a smile.
“Only with words,” she said and Wolf frowned and she sighed. “It´s useless, the portal won´t open. I say we forget about this…”
“You have no say,” Wolf interrupted and she glowered at him. When he walked out of the room but left the door open, she followed. His strides were so long she had to run to keep up with him.
“Maybe we need to try something else,” Freya said, wary of making him tired of her but he shook his head.
“That is the only way.” He looked down on her and then shook his head again, as he walked into the harp room. Freya went and laid down on the chaise lounge and Wolf glanced in her direction, suddenly looking even angrier.
“Where is your bedroom?” Freya asked and she thought she heard him inhale.
“Why do you ask?”
“Curious, I guess…”
“I will show it to you,” he said and his eyes flickered with fervor, “eventually.”
A forceful craving passed through Freya and he caught her reflection in the window and tensed at the sight of her.
“Show it to me now,” she said in a sensual voice to attract him even more but he only looked mad.
“So eager to lay down with the freezing tyrant?” he asked and she laughed softly but stopped when he said. “You´ve done such things many times before, and with that mortal.”
“Only once, if you must know,” Freya slipped out and he turned around.
“With that mortal fumbling his way through it, no doubt,” he said, “making you bitterly wove that you would never suffer through him again.”
“That´s exactly what I did,” Freya said but he could tell she wasn´t serious. “I can´t stand to be fumbled. I only like fumbling if the male knows what he´d doing.”
Wolf shot her such a seething look that it caught her breath. Freya jumped to her feet to distract herself and looked around the room.
“These paintings?” she asked, tracing the frost with her fingers. “What do they say?” Inspecting them closely she noticed that they were portraying what looked like a map and some that looked like battles.
“They talk about the Frost Giants and their triumphs,” Wolf murmured, his eyes arrestingly following her around the room.
“Did you paint them?” she asked but he shook
