Chapter Two ~ Making Her Ours

Freya Rose

I managed to calm myself back down and relaxed into his embrace. I had no idea why he sniffed me like that, but it had always been one of his weird little quirks. My stomach flipped and fluttered with butterflies when he let out a deep and throaty growl. It was such a turn on for me and he damn well knew it.

“You smell so good baby,” he purred into my ear. 

He kissed my neck ever so gently, which in turn made my legs turn to jelly. 

“Mmm,” I moaned as he placed more warm and breathy kisses down my neck, while holding onto my shoulders so that I couldn't move. 

He spun me around to face him, sending an icy-cold shiver down my spine. A wave of Deja vu washed over me for the second time, but again, I ignored it and pushed it aside. It wasn't unusual for me to feel like I'd seen or felt stuff before, and it had been happening a lot more lately. I guess it started around the same time as the nightmares, almost two years ago.

I positioned my hands onto his muscular chest to steady myself. His solid body felt amazing under my fingers and I could feel my face heating up as lust took over my body. In front of me stood the hottest guy I had ever seen in my life. He was a lot taller than me. I was only five-foot-four and he was around six-foot-two. He had a muscular build that you could see even under his clothes. And damn I could definitely feel the muscles under his shirt.

 I exhaled while I tried my best to compose myself. He had the most amazing deep blue eyes. They were like the darkest part of the Pacific Ocean. His hair was messy and dirty blond. It floated around his perfectly chiseled face. His stubble was nicely groomed, but not too much, so he still had that, I woke up like this, look. 

I gazed into his beautiful eyes while seductively sweeping my hands up and over his chest, finally resting them around his neck. I licked my lower lip, then bit it slightly. He watched my lips intently while his hands moved down my waist and underneath my towel. He grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me up towards him. I gasped when he let out another sexy little growl. Hearing it sent tingles dancing around my body. I swung my legs around his waist, and he spun around, skillfully closing the door with his foot. 

He slammed me down onto my dressing table, sending my stuff flying everywhere, but I couldn't have cared less. I pulled his face down and smashed my lips onto his. He groaned when my tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He kissed me back harder, making me let out a sweet little moan of my own. It drove him crazy, so he picked me back up and carried me effortlessly over to my bed. All the while not once taking his lips off of mine. 

He dropped me down onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced around. I waited on the bed as still as possible, in excited anticipation of what was coming next. I looked up at him standing there in front of me. This guy is so damn perfect, every single inch of him looks like it's just been sculpted by the Gods themselves, I thought to myself.

“God damn, you're hot,” I whispered to him in a sexy voice. 

With a smirk on his face, he bent over me, grabbing the knot of the towel. I raised my hands up and cupped my breasts, as I tried desperately to hold the towel flat against my chest. 

“No, we can't. My mom's downstairs!”

Completely ignoring my concern, he whispered into my ear in a husky voice,

“well, we best be quiet then, huh?” 

My eyes grew wide as a cheeky grin spread across his face. 

I watched with excitement as he stood back up and then with a deep chuckle, he swiftly ripped my towel open. I quickly tried to grip the towel tighter against my chest, but I didn't stand a chance. He was way too strong and fast for me, and within seconds the towel was no longer covering my chest. My hands somehow were now clasping onto my bare breasts. 

He bent down and gently pulled my hands away from my body, exposing every inch of me. I blushed when his eyes moved away from mine and scanned all the way down my body and then back up again. He took his time and it looked as though he was mentally mapping every single part of my naked flesh. After two years together, how in the hell does he still find my body so fascinating? 

Every time he looked at me, it was as if he was seeing me for the first time. He always made me feel like a Goddess that deserved to be worshipped, and that was another reason why I loved him so much. I could just tell that I was the only woman he would ever need or want. Now it is time to remind him of that!

I glanced at him with a smile on my face as he placed his fingers on the outsides of my thighs, then slowly moved his hands up towards my hips. His fingers glided ever so gently across my skin, tickling me and sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His fingers then trailed up to my waist while he leaned in to kiss my neck, he then inhaled my scent again through his nose.

“Mmmm, you really do smell amazing baby,” he growled in that deep and sexy way that I loved. 

I couldn't hold back anymore. This dude is just too damn good. I lifted my head up so that my lips could meet his. He responded in perfect time and slipped his hand behind my hair. My head suddenly jolted back, and my body stiffened when his fingers glided across my skin invoking a sense of Deja vu, yet again.

He tightly gripped the back of my neck so that my head didn't fall backwards. He was just concerned for my safety, but his actions had the opposite intended effect. I startled, and my body automatically froze. I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his. 

The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp.


Tristan Cole

Freya lifted her head up and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss her. Damn, I could do so much more to her right now. She smelled amazing, and I could hear her heart racing, every time my fingers or lips caressed her skin. 

No! I must keep myself under control. I can't let it go too far, I don't want him to hurt her, I thought while I tried my best to battle against my primal urges. I slipped my hand behind her hair and glided my fingers across her neck, so that I could pull her closer to me. 

Suddenly her head violently jolted back, and I could feel her body stiffen beneath me. I gripped the back of her neck trying to stop her head from falling backwards. She instantly froze under my touch and I wondered, did I grip her too tightly? 

I quickly adjusted my fingers slightly. Satisfied that I was not the one causing her the discomfort, I stared into her eyes and tried to work out what was up with her. She looked petrified and panic instantly swept over me. Does she know?

I glanced over to the end of the bed. Sat in the corner of the room was a floor length mirror. I could see half of the four-poster bed and Freya. But more importantly, I could see myself. Specifically, my eyes, they were pitch black with lust. Oh, crap! I knew right then and there that I didn't have full control. 

“You dick! Look what you've done to her. You've frightened the hell out of her,” I shouted at him in my mind. 

I quickly fought back for control and watched myself in the mirror as my eyes returned to their normal deep blue color. I closed my eyes and exhaled while I prepared myself to face Freya. I needed to try my best to explain to her what had just happened. 

After opening my eyes, I looked down at her fearful and frozen expression. Her eyes then began to roll into the back of her head, and her body started to shake and convulse violently. I acted quickly and placed both of my hands onto her waist as I prepared myself to move her into the middle of the bed. Before I got a chance to, she screamed and flapped her arms around as if she was trying to fight me off. 

“Freya?” I screamed out trying to get her attention, but she didn't respond. 

She continued to scream, punch the air, and kick her legs out at me. I could hear Freya's mom running up the stairs, so I quickly wrapped the towel back around her body and fastened it at her chest. I then picked her up gently and tried to move her up the bed a little, so that she didn't fall off. 

As I began to move her, a fist came flying into my vision from my left-hand side. It was too damn quick for me to react in time. The fist slammed into my jaw, making my head jerk to the side. It was that hard of a punch that it left a ringing in my left ear. 

What the hell was that? A punch from Freya shouldn't hurt that damn much. What the hell is happening right now? 

With all my focus on Freya and the punch, I didn't realize that the door had swung open and her mom was standing right behind me.

“That looked like it hurt,” she mocked me while pushing me out of the way “move out the way, I'll show you what you need to do.” I let go of Freya and watched in shock as Eleanor jumped onto the bed. She sat on Freya's legs and stretched forward to pin her arms to the bed. 

“Freya, honey, listen to me. You need to breathe ok? In, and out...” She instructed Freya as she took in a deep breath and then exhaled it slowly. 

I glimpsed at Freya for a reaction but there was none. She continued to flail about, nearly knocking her mom flying a few times. 

“In, and out,” Eleanor continued her mantra. 

Slowly but surely Freya began to respond. She started to follow her mom's breathing pattern and gradually calmed down. She stopped fighting it, relaxed onto the bed and breathed in and out, in and out, just like her mom had instructed. When Freya had calmed down completely, her mom released her, then got off of the bed. 

She then ushered to me with her hand for me to follow her out of the room. I followed her, looking back at Freya one last time, just to make sure she was ok. Her face was now sweet and peaceful like a sleeping angel. I breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door quietly behind me.

I followed Eleanor, down the stairs and to the left into the kitchen. She walked over to one of the glass door cabinets and got out two glasses. She silently pointed towards the dining table for me to go and sit. I did as I was told and took a seat, I then placed my elbows on the table and covered my face with my hands. 

I heard her pour out something into the two glasses, before making her way over to me. She tapped my shoulder with a glass, and I looked up to see what it was. I furrowed my brow when I saw that it was a glass of what looked like whisky. I glanced up into her eyes and with a questioning look, I asked, 

“It's a little early for that, isn't it?” 

She laughed and nudged the glass towards me. I shrugged and took the glass from her, then held it in both hands in front of me. 

“You look like you need it, and God knows, I know I do!” She said with a snigger as she sat down in the chair next to me. 

We sat in silence for a while, taking occasional sips of our whisky. I finally worked up the courage to address what had just happened. I knew that this would happen one day, and that I would have to tell Freya my secret, but I wasn't expecting it to go down like this. I should have told her years ago.

“So, what just happened up there, I...” I began but she cut me off.

“You haven't seen her like that before, have you?” I shook my head in reply. “and she's never told you that she has these fits?” I furrowed my brow again and sat up in my chair as I digested her question.

“Fits?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah, I thought that she would have told you. She used to have them as a child, but they stopped when she was around six years old. They then suddenly came back just after her sixteenth birthday,” she explained, then shot back the rest of her drink. 

I relaxed back further into my chair as I thought to myself, why didn't Freya tell me about these fits? And how have I never seen her have one before? 

Eleanor went over to the cabinet and brought back the bottle of whisky. After pouring herself out another glass, she hovered the bottle over my glass that was still half full on the table. I shook my head in reply, she smiled then placed the bottle onto the table.

“I know it is a lot to take in Tristan, but she is still Freya, nothing needs to change. She will sleep for around another ten minutes or so. When she wakes up, she won't remember a damn thing,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders, then downed her second drink. “Right. I'm going to get ready for her graduation, then finish off the breakfast. You finish your drink, then go up and see her, ok?” 

She stood up and placed her hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I nodded and exhaled. I picked up my drink and down it. Eleanor took the glasses and bottle, placed the bottle back in the cabinet and the glasses in the dishwasher, then headed out of the room. 

I leaned forward and ran my hands through my hair, sweeping the waves out of my face. I can't believe that I just got away with that. If she wakes up not remembering a thing, then I don't have to tell her our secret. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Freya moving around upstairs. I quickly raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. I softly exhaled as I knocked politely on her bedroom door.

“Come in,” Freya replied sounding chirpy and excited. 

I cautiously opened the door ajar and peeked in, not quite knowing what to expect. Standing in front of me was the most precious girl I had ever met in my life. Still wrapped in her crisp white towel and facing her closet, I watched as she frantically pushed outfits aside just like she was doing when I first arrived less than a few hours ago. I wanted to walk over to her and put my hands around her waist, sweep her long mousy brown hair over her shoulders, and bury my face in her neck. But that was what caused a seizure earlier, so I decided against it. Instead, I quietly strolled over to the bed and took a seat, then continued to watch her. I sat there silently as my thoughts raced uncontrollably. 

I knew that I had to behave myself. I had to be strong and stop myself from doing what he, and I, both dreamed of. Our dream was to sink our teeth into her deliciously supple and sweet-scented skin. 

I don't know why I'm finding it so hard to control myself around her lately. We have been together for nearly two years now, and I have never been so weak, never been so close to exposing our secret and never been this close to biting her. 

But her scent, the damn thing was driving me crazy. And for the last few months it had been getting stronger, and even more alluring. I just couldn’t stay away from it, or her. She's like a drug to me!

Against my better judgment, I stood up from the bed and marched over to Freya. Her scent had its hooks into me, and I couldn't escape it. I glided one of my hands around her waist then swept her hair over her shoulder with my other hand. I leaned in and kissed her beautifully soft neck. 

Even if it means telling her the truth. Even if I risk losing her altogether. I must tell her our secret. This is getting too dangerous. I need to stop this right now, I told myself, but my body now had a mind of its own. 

While kissing her neck again, I could feel my canines extending. I Panicked and tried to pull away, but she let out the sweetest little moan, and pulled my arm tighter around her waist.

“I love you, Tristan,” she moaned out breathlessly as I ran my tongue along her gorgeous neck. 

I knew that kissing her and tasting her delicious skin beneath my tongue was just tempting fate, but I couldn't resist her anymore. Her scent was driving us crazy and I was barely able to control myself. I would never forgive myself if I hurt her, I needed to stop. 

Get a grip, Tristan! 

I delicately kissed her neck and she responded by pushing her cute little ass into my crotch. It took every bit of self-control that I had, not to rip her towel off and take her right then and there. I tried to pull my head away and calm myself down, but she gently brushed her hand through my hair, and yanked my head back down towards her neck.

What are you doing to me woman? You don't realize how dangerous this is! 

But, oh my God her scent, and them sweet, sweet moans of hers, I couldn't take it anymore. 

Please stop this, you're going to hurt her! I begged him, but he refused to listen to me. 

I began to kiss along her jawline and then back down toward her neck. She moaned out my name almost sending me over the edge. But then, she took it one step further and dragged her delicate little hand down my chest. My stomach twitched as her touch made its way over the thin fabric of my shirt. It was glorious torture when I could feel her fingers tracing over every one of my muscles. 

My God it felt amazing. And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she suddenly grabbed my manhood, which, was rock hard by that point and trying its best to burst right through my jeans. That was it, I'd finally lost all control and couldn't stop him from acting on our primal urges. I pulled my head back and extended my canines, ready to plunge them into her neck, marking her forever, and finally making her ours.

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