“Ugh, I´ll need to kill at least three mortals tonight to recover from that,” Dasha said between chattering teeth. “Can´t wait to sink my claws into all that spineless meat.”
“Looks like some luck is on our side after all,” Cass said and jerked her head at the five mortal men that had decided to take an evening dip in the river.
“At least that´s something,” Armmie muttered but none of them noticed the devilish glimmer in Wolf´s eyes. He covered the shore slowly in frost making the men stop in their tracks.
“What´s going on?” one of them asked. “Frost in June?” Pure panic covered their features and scramming back, they fell to the ground as the frost was closing in on them, crawling like an animal.
“Why is it moving so fast?” Their sneakers slid in the grass as they tried to get away from the nearing frost. One of the men chewed on his lower lip, looking like he´d wet himself and Freya almost burst into laughter.
“My grandfather used to say that this river was haunted!”
“Fuck this shit. Run!”
Armmie, Cass and Dasha closed their eyes as if they were in deep mourning and then they dove below the surface and Freya knew they were screaming like banshees.
She laughed heartily, throwing Wolf an appreciative glance.
“Why did you do that?”
His big shoulders moved in a shrug.
“They were hurting you.”
Chapter Twelve
“No, they weren´t,” Freya said quickly, feeling that lump in her throat again. He gave her a long look but didn´t say anything. Only opened his arms for her to join him and she almost ran into them. Her cheek pressed against his armor and she held on a little more tightly than she had to when he transported them back to Ice Falls.
But he hadn´t transported them to the castle but to the forest behind it.
“There is a river over there for you to use whenever you would like,” he said, pointing at a river that had the strangest color Freya had ever seen. Almost like lapis lazuli. Snow was gently falling on it and yet Freya somehow knew that the water wouldn´t be too cold but the perfect temperature.
She was just about to murmur a thanks when she felt Wolf´s hand on her shoulder. It felt comforting and Freya wanted to place her own hand over it but didn´t.
“I´m not sad,” she said, not really knowing who she was trying to convince. “I mean I didn´t expect anything else and I`ve never managed to warm up to them but they´ve been the only family I´ve known for centuries…”
She stopped when she felt Wolf standing right behind her and she leaned her head against him as he wrapped her arms around her. With one hand he touched her cheek.
“You´re crying,” he said in a low voice.
“Am I?” Freya asked in surprise but when he opened his hand she could see a tiny diamond glimmering. Freya brushed off her tears. “Did I ever tell you that I used to be obsessed with diamonds as a mortal?”
“Were you now?” Wolf asked. “Then you will have as many as you´d like.” He brushed off snow from a branch and when he opened his hand again, huge diamonds rested in his palm.
Freya laughed at that. “Impressive. If this is what it´s going to be, I think I might learn to love this place.” When she realized what she had said a crushing wave of guilt immediately washed over her.
But it didn´t have time to develop because Wolf turned her to him and roughly pressed his lips against hers. They were smooth and firm and cold and his tongue swirled in her mouth, almost violent in its taking. Before she really knew what was happening Wolf had removed his fur, pulling her down on it until she was beneath him. Quickly he dropped his armor and continued kissing her throat and her breasts, while his hardened hands groped her ass, causing Freya´s breathing to intensify. She was already naked while he was still fully clothed.
“I want to see you,” she whispered, realizing that she had never seen his body. He bent back a little, his white hair ruffled and his eyes dark and wild. For a second she thought he hesitated but then he removed his sweater and the rest of his clothes.
His body was massive and heaving with muscles. The skin was like marble and it looked just as hard. Freya wanted to lick him all over, when she noticed that his torso was covered in scars. They were thin, crisscrossing and silvery in color. There were so many of them, covering nearly his whole chest and parts of his stomach. Freya was about to ask if they were from a battle, when she felt his hand between her legs and her eyelids fluttered.
His cold fingers pressed into her and she yanked him even closer, until she managed to get on top of him. He thrusted with his hips when she bent down, taking his thick and hard length into her soft, hot mouth. As she senselessly moaned around him, his eyes rolled back in his head, his neck straining before he jerked up and in such a quick move that she let out a cry, she was under him again.
“You like it when you´re on top?” she asked breathlessly and he held her wrists above her head, pressing his cock at her entrance and she turned boneless. “Ah, I know I do.” He was heavy against her but she liked the feel of him and he sat back up, pulling her with him until she was straddling him.
“I need to be inside you,” he said and Freya barely recognized his voice. “Now.” She could tell that he was struggling, desperate for her as much as she was for him. His dark brows
