C17 Yearning for Him

Freya’s Pov

The note was wrapped in between my clothes. As I unfolded it, a white note fell out. Picking it up and unwrapping it my body went cold from fear.

The words engulfed me in total fear.

“First of all let’s go to the library. There’s no waterfall pack without a waterfall library!” She squealed. I could literally see the joy emitting from her. Sonia was quiet and meek, more of the introvert type but Racheal? Rachael's energy rubbed off on me.

It was like her hyper self somehow was alarming and triggering at first. But over time staying with her anyone would get comfortable as there was no dull moment or depressing time with her. She was a vibe and her cheer easily rubbed off on anyone who came in contact with her.

In a few days spending time with Racheal had made me more of an open person. She was a pull and very hard to resist.

She pulled my arms along as she hopped dragging me along with her. Just as we were about to go up the main door opened to Artemis.

He looked frustrated and his tie was lost in his neck. I had seen Artemis multiple times cladded in a nice tuxedo like on our wedding. Our contract wedding; even then he looked hot; but now, seeing his hair dishevelled like he had been frustrated and had taken that frustration in particularly ruining his perfectly gelled hair and made him even more hotter.

I heard Racheal clear her throat and I turned to her, “I’m going to go, yeah. See you.” She made an awkward movement as she skipped away, courting her eyes for me. Obviously telling me that I would gist her everything later. I smiled and for the meantime, my eyes returned to the hottie in front of me, taking his gorgeous form in.

His tie was loose and some of his buttons were equally loose, exposing a discrete amount of his strong built chest. He got me in a trance. Damn!

He loosened the tie even more and once in my presence. His hand raked his hair in a disorganized pattern. Some fell on his face and I had the itching urge to reach out and put it back. That hair should be prosecuted for trying to ruin this Demi-god’s hair.

His muscles flexed as he moved his strong arm. I felt my thighs grow tight and my stomach knitted.

All I wanted at this moment was a chance to run my hand through his hair, undo his buttons and have those ripping muscles right underneath my fingers. He was perfectly built in heaven. His chiselled body showed how much time he has spent in the gym.

‘Imagine how he would feel on top of us,’ immediately my wolf Jade let out that thought I heard myself gasp making him pull his eyes to me.

His pupil immediately went black and he growled. Somehow I knew or I felt the growl wasn’t from anger.

“Freya,” he called calmly.

No words were able to be formed. If I did try they only came out as air as only I heard it. He had me trapped.

“Follow me,” again in the calmest tone. Though I felt his voice shake. I felt it tremble just the faintest bit.

I obliged. I was in no position to resist or argue. If we fought we would settle our differences later. I wanted him to do all the dirty things to me. To touch me in prohibited places. Places that would make me hide my flushed state tomorrow. Places that would quake and erupt from his touch alone

No contrary thoughts were egged at this moment. Every logical reasoning had been shut down for what felt like a century. Any form of rationality, any thoughts of what could happen tomorrow had been shovelled out and locked up in the farthest of my basement.

It felt like it was he and I in the room and every other person had been claimed by the sun. I could do anything to him.

What would it feel like having him under me, controlling my body as I drove him like a whore. What would happen if I give up all my self control and let myself get engulfed in the bliss of being a woman? I could not think of something more glorious than the sound of our ragged breathing, our moaning.

We got in the elevator and the pull was greater. I wanted him here and now but the best thing is always reserve for later. Just a few more moments and we’ll be in his room.

I’ve never been one to crave for this. But now I wanted him to go into me with force not caring at all if I wound. I wanted to be beneath him, my hands held in one position by his strong arm placed above my head as he drove in.

As I looked up at his arm, my eyes trailed the veins there. He was veiny that single-handedly brought the pull even more in my stomach.

I heard him breathing laborly, the sound of his breathing ragged and filled with restraint. “Freya..” he called in a warning tone, his restraints hanging on a thin thread. The way my name rolled out of his mouth made me quiver.

“Don’t test my patience,” he warned again.

It fueled my curiosity even more. How long could he hold out? I thought. Just as my head entered that bus it got me thinking; how long could he really hold out for.

I bit down on my lips from desperation. This elevator was surprisingly going slower, it was like time slowed down in here or the elevator had a time frame of its own.

“Freya,” he called my name. “I could fu-cking smell you, my wolf is having a hardtop staying out and I can’t hold him back any further,” he said and looked at me.

That made my throat run dry and my lips crack from dryness. I swiped my tongue across my mouth and chewed on the lower part of my lips. That was when he grabbed it. His hand to my neck in a choking manner.

Then the stupid elevator door chimed open. We didn’t step out. His body was body hair raised close to mine, I could feel his hairs.

His eye were a turbulent hurricane as they kept changing from colour to colour. From his golden eyes to black. They were fluctuating. Dynamic not maintaining a balance.

His wolf was definitely fighting to take over, to take full charge and have me here and now.

My wolf, jade kept pushing. My eyes went searched his face like a scanner looking for anything that would implicate me.

His face started moving towards my face. He was coming an inch closer. Bit by bit. The carbon dioxide from his nose fanned my face. The hair on my body ticked up and my breathing became hitched.

His eyes were constantly moving from my eyes to my lips. The eyes repeated the same circle while his hand began crawling up my thighs in a slow and steady pattern. His lips had not yet collided with mine but he was close.

He paused and stared into my eyes. I found myself trapped in that burning golden gaze. What was he thinking of? Why was he hesitating? Go down! Complete it! What the hell was this?

Was he really thinking now? He held my gaze, by his gaze I felt hot. I was heated up for him.

He stepped back and smirked. The audacity of him. And we were in a better place but the elevator.

With his proximity compromised I felt my soul return to me. The fog in my head cleared it was like I just came down from being high. As though the drug had washed off. I could think for myself, my brain got its will power back.

My wolf obviously was sad but she would never give up. She was armoured up, her determination still burning to have Artemis.

For the main time I wanted to wipe that smirk from his face with a punch. How dare he get me sexually frustrated.

I got angry and stomped off. As I walked out I heard him chuckle. I stopped on my track. Artemis laughed. Well not laugh but he chuckled the loudest I had ever heard him release.

I did not know why but my feet moved me to his door. My body was acting on its own and was willed by my wolf.

The furthest I got away from the elevator the more at ease I felt, ease would be too kind. The more worrisome I felt. The only peace was that the fog hovering around me, making me unable to think had evaporated with the wind. I was swept clean.

“Freya!” I heard Artemis call out. When I turned I saw him behind me smiling. An actual smile. The smile was sweet but the timing was wrong but man was he cute. With his hair let down like that and his smile. My wolf purred.

‘Cute.’

He pushed open the door and threw me in with care.

“You’re sleeping here,” he said in a finalized tone. I didn’t dare argue because by his proximity the fog returned.

He shut the door and started walking towards me in a threatening step. I moved back by impulse. I backed away till I had my back completely plastered with the wall. His hand came up and stood by my side caging me to the wall.

He lifted my chin and made me gaze into his eyes. They shifted back to their black forms but Artemis took control back. He was damned on being in control. His hand started again up my thighs raising my dress. His face came close to mine as I took in his scent. One of his hands traced the line on my neck sending sparks throughout my body.

“I’m not going to stop Freya. Say the word now.” He told me but that part of me had shut down and I wanted him everywhere inside of me.

He brought his lips close, mine inched closer, I could feel the connection between our lips they were about to touch and it came——-

A knock came on the door.

“Who the f*ck is that!” Artemis growled out clearly angry. He wasn’t the only one, this murder fucker was a cock blocker..

“Alpha! Alpha!” A voice called out. I could not recognize the voice.

“The item has arrived,” he told Artemis from the outside, whose hand was still caging me. Artemis turned and looked at me, the voice calling out again.

I felt Artemis grow rigid. Is he really going to go? Will he really leave me? His features looked like he was going to go. Like he would leave.

I found myself reaching for him with pleading eyes. ‘Please don’t go ,Artemis.’