FREYA'S POV:“Fuck.” He groans painfully, panting just as fast as I am.I dig my claws into his clothed back, crying out loud from the sudden intense pleasure.“Silas…” I cry, feeling a bit of wetness in my eyes.“You’re so fucking wet.” He groans, digging his face into my neck again, taking in a big whiff of my scent. “You’re driving me crazy.”I ignore his words, seeking my own pleasure. I waste no time grinding back against his fingers that are just barely scratching the itch inside me.I force them to go deeper before pulling away and forcing my hips forward again, getting that mind fucking friction.“Shit.” He growls, biting on his lower lips as he watches my hips grind on his fingers.He pushes another in and my body convulses again, vibrating as my pleasure begins peaking. This time, he thrusts into my cunt on his own, saving me from the agonizing want bubbling in me.The speed picks up, and I can hear the squelching from core.“I need you, please…” I plead again, wanting mor
FREYA'S POV: “I don’t mean this the wrong way, Freya, but for someone that was assaulted sexually an hour ago, your skin is glowing extraordinarily.” She says as I dry my now damp hair with a towel.I’m fresh from a well-deserved bath that has washed all that bloody mess away from body. My hair is still dripping wet in some parts as I towel dry the other side.Her comment makes me turn to her nervously.“I-I don’t understand what you mean.”“Well, for one thing, you’re humming to yourself. I’d think you’d be a shivering mess. Not like I don’t like you being chill right now. This is just a total different expression from you.”She watches me worriedly while I pass a nervous laugh.Of course I’d be humming after a mind blowing orgasm that, for some reason, got rid of that splitting headache I’d been having from all that reading, and made me forget the whole ordeal partially.Of course, I couldn’t tell her I had just been fingered in the class room by Silas. Xena would think he’s some
FREYA'S POV:Just when I’m absolutely certain she’s asleep, I slide out of the heavy duvet covers, tiptoeing to the balcony door and step out.The cold icy wind hits me right in the face, and I’m grateful that I have Silas’ jacket draped over me.Is it stealing if someone gives you their jacket and they never ask for it back, nor do you remind them about it?Nah.I slowly shut the door behind me, moving over to the edge and staring down.“How did he do this again?” I ask myself, pondering on if I could really leap off the ledge and land safely without breaking a few bones.The more I look down at the height, the more I grow nauseous and doubt myself, pondering on giving up on my late night quest. But alas, Freya is no quitter.I slowly and carefully climb up to the ledge, taking in deep breaths. Anyone that spots me now would think I’m suicidal from the way I stand with my hands outstretched sideways for balance.Before I can talk myself out of it, I leap downward with eyes tightly
SILAS' POV:It’s almost an hour since I left her at the spot. I run, rushing through the tree and emerging once again at the clearing, only to find the space empty.She’s already gone.I had not expected her to wait for me here. She has every right to leave, especially with me doing the same to her amidst the moment brimming between the both of us.The call was something urgent. I couldn’t risk another rogue finding their way into school like the last time we got attacked. I had her in mind when I rushed away to get it done, but the dejected look on her face…I had doubted if she really felt that bad that I was leaving. I thought it was only I that felt this burning need to be around her every second I could, so I took her word for it.‘Yeah, it's fine’ she'd said. Now, I’m doubting if she really was, especially now seeing my shirt left all alone on the grass.Probably tossed off in annoyance before she stomped off back to her room.I sigh, picking up the piece of clothing into m
SILAS' POV: “If I leave this room, it’s over. I won’t chase you anymore and try to fix this shit with you. There’s not going to be effort on my part again. We’d be breaking up.”Despite her threat, her eyes plead with me to give in like I always have; to the guilt, the overwhelming pressure, to her wants.“Leave.” I respond curtly.“Silas!”“I’m sorry, Elena, but I don’t need this right now.”She watches me, heart broken. The hurt in her tears-stained eyes stare back at me.“You’re a heartless prick.” She mutters, gnashing her teeth with her fits clutched at her side.I say nothing because there’s nothing left to say. It is only silence I can offer in this situation.We’ve been together for more than enough years and no matter how much she irked me, I had let her remain by my side.Maybe this is just what we really both needed, a break from this madness.She leaves without much of a hustle, huffing bitterly and picking up her discarded clothes resting on a chair, then stomps out.I’m
FREYA'S POV:The freezing cold water suddenly doused on my body rips me painfully from my unconscious state, and tosses my consciousness back into my limp body with a rigorous force that leaves me terribly disoriented.I leap up from wherever I am, first screaming ‘what the fuck’ in my mind and out loud ofcourse, to remind myself that I have a voice.“Holy shit.” The comment rolls in after feeling every painful fiber of my muscle slowly weigh down on me.It feels like I’m breathing in flaming needles that burn and punctures my lungs with every inhale and exhale.It weighs heavily on my chest as I’m wheezing for air.I stop breathing to stop the pain, then I choke painfully and have to breathe twice as hard to recover the lack of oxygen.My body feels like I’ve been trampled on by a group of angry elephants continuously, till I’m shattered to pieces, and said pieces are glued back poorly with weak adhesive.I can’t even begin to describe the pounding headache that really wants to crack
FREYA'S POV:“Why am I not surprised it’s you, Lucas?”I chuckle bitterly, wiping the residue of tears in my eyes as I glare at him, hoping my gaze is hot enough to burn into the side of his head.He steps into the room, holding a plate of what I presume is a meal to eat.My appetite is very much non-existent, plus even daring to eat that is admitting defeat to myself. I do not plan on spending another night here.“It’s nice to see you too, Freya. You look… not as bad as one would expect.”I scoff, rolling my eyes“Spare me the meaningless flattery.”“I thought you girls like things like flattery. I hear it butters them up, making them more accepting.”“Sadly, I’m not a piece of toast or the brainless chicks you go after.”“True.”He casually leans against the wall, wise enough not to come too close to me. If he had, I wouldn’t waste no time scratching out his eyeballs — love interest of my best friend or not.“So, tell me, why all of this? Why go far as to drug me and lock me up in
FREYA'S POV:“Fuck you, ASSHOLE!” I yell out just as he slams the door shut.My sudden outburst puts a heavy strain on my bruised belly. The muscle throbs more painfully, and I wince, biting down at my lower lip.That’s right, I had forgotten that was there.Right now, I fucking hate Lucas.I get he has some deep psychological issues and clearly has problems with dealing with his emotions, but aiding in kidnapping me could never be justified by whatever bullshit reason he could come up with.Nothing could ever make this okay!Yet, as I seethe and boil, unable to take out my rage on the wall or the bed or that table due to my injury — I’m unable to do shit. I can’t even escape right now even if I came up with something.I’m sure the last two ribs on my side are cracked, if not broken. That brute had gone full strength on me, probably assuming I was a real Alpha female that could withstand that much damage perfectly.If only I really was born Alpha, or anything way better than an omeg