She arched up, pressing her skin against him and it slid against his, due to its natural slipperiness. “I´m yours,” she smiled, grinding her little clitoris against his cock until it throbbed and he looked at her with such hunger, she started trembling. Wolf cursed, and pinned her down on him.
A painful cry left Freya´s lips and he stiffened. He was so big she could barely breathe and she tried to relax, tried to make him fit. When his mouth went to her nipples, tugging and pulling, she nearly sobbed from the ecstasy that followed.
And then he started to move, making her moans turn sharp and uncontrolled. Freya´s long hair whipped against her back and a piercing passion made her claw him even more to her, taking him in until she thought she would break. Wolf pounded into her, going deeper and deeper until the birches started to spin and the swirling of the snow made her dizzy.
“Ask me not to stop,” he said in her ear.
“Don´t stop,” she whispered, her nails digging into him. “If you stop I´ll never forgive you.” She could feel him grinning against her, making her wild with lust and she opened her soft thighs even more to take him in, take all his abrasiveness and strength and he groaned, pulling her hair.
His hands tangled in her locks and she covered her mouth when she screamed but he ruthlessly grabbed her wrist.
“You will let me hear you,” he growled, shoving without mercy into her just before he bent his head back and roared, making them both come with more force than ever before.
“The forest is still spinning,” Freya murmured when they were still lying in the snow, recovering. Her voice was unclear and Wolf chuckled, his lips grazing her shoulder. He was playing with her tresses, twirling and twisting them around his burly arm.
“Bringing you here was best thing I´ve ever done.” His own voice was ragged and Freya turned against him so that they were face to face and they entangled their legs.
“It’s not really like you brought me here. You practically forced me to come, remember?”
Bending down against her neck he inhaled deeply. And then Wolf shrugged, as if he would have easily done it all over again.
“I did what I had to. Anything to have you. Since the first time I saw you, I wanted you here. I wanted you to be mine.”
He held her a little too tight.
“Can´t breathe,” she said between her teeth and Wolf reluctantly loosened his grip. Freya stroked his upper arms, his muscles tensing under her hand and she murmured. “I´m happy that I met you.”
It had another meaning to her than it had to him and she could feel something tugging at her heart strings.
“You will be with me forever.” Wolf´s fingers interwove with hers as he kissed the back of her hand. “I trust you never to try to leave me.”
“Wolf…” she began but he interrupted her.
“You will be the queen of Ice Falls and we will win the battle.”
He stated it simply and as if he didn´t expect any protests but there was a slight hesitation in his eyes as if he wondered what she would say. Freya had to think about it. A simple god, queen of Ice Falls? It sounded quite good, to be honest but Freya knew that it was impossible. She could never be an authentic queen, not when she had Philip to go back to. For centuries she had dreamt about him and she couldn´t just give him up for Wolf?
She shot Wolf a remorseful glance and her heart clenched when she noticed how peaceful he looked. The scowl was gone and there was a hint of shadow of a smile. Was he falling in love with her? At the thought of what that meant, she tried easing away from him but he held her in an iron like grip.
“You haven´t said anything,” Wolf said and his scowl returned. “Don´t you want to be my queen.” He didn´t ask it as a question because, he was an immortal after all.
Freya nodded slowly, until she realized that she needed to do more to convince him.
“I do,” she said quickly. “Who wouldn´t? It´s beautiful here with the castle and the river and…any female would want this.”
“And what about me?” he asked and his voice was cold. “You do understand that I come with the package?”
She smiled a little at that but he remained taciturn.
“Haven´t I made it clear enough that I want you,” Freya answered him but he didn´t seem fully pleased with the answer. She traced his scars with her fingers and he stiffened, before he untangled their legs and lied down on his back.
“What happened,” she asked gently and for a second he closed his eyes, his black eyelashes stark against his skin. “Did it happen in battle?”
Wolf let out a low laughter.
“That´s what I always used to say when someone asked me.” He turned to her, a strange bottomless look in his eyes. “But the truth is that my mother did it after she gave birth to me and realized what I was.”
Freya gasped in horror but Wolf barely registered.
“It was understandable of course. She was a mere mortal and afraid. She grabbed a piece of hard rock ice and tried to kill me.” Wolf barely blinked. “When she failed, she left me in the snow and went back to her village, dying shortly after.”
“I can´t imagine what it must have been like,” Freya whispered, thinking about how she had been safely sleeping in her crib as a baby, with her nursery maid sitting in the rocking chair, while Wolf had been left to fend for himself. He had been an immortal but immortal children weren´t that different from mortal ones. They grew much faster and stronger but on the inside they were similar.
“It was centuries ago, I´ve moved on.” He frowned, his eyes vacant and she
