TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

: CONTROL
FREYA'S POV:
"...or are you just clumsy, Freya?"
I'm taken aback by how someone can be so unbearably heartless and ruse one second and then, in the next one, he sounds so gentle and sweet.
And then, this position we're in, where I'm so close to his face.
I force my eyes to look away while I blush uncontrollably and respond.
"I guess, it's part of my subtle charm." The words leave my mouth without me even thinking.
Once they do, I feel even more stupid.
What was that? Am I really trying to sound cool even in this situation?
He probably finds it as cheesy as I do.
But he chuckles.
Laughing, and again, it's genuine and not forced.
He gently sets me on my feet and puts more distance between us. While I still feel heat on my cheeks, most of my anger has long dissipated, leaving me flustered and clueless on what to say or do next.
"Don't leave." He mutters suddenly, almost inaudible.
I second guess the words I hear leaving his lips and even the almost desperate tone behind them.
"Excuse me?"
He clears his throat, squaring his shoulders more properly than a second ago.
"I mean... you don't have to leave. I admit, I was rude and I'm sorry about that." He apologizes easily.
Again, I'm surprised by the instant change in temperament, still heavily doubtful.
It would be wise to leave right now, find a different table and spend the rest of my time submerged in my books, away from Silas and this mysterious pull I feel just by being in the same vicinity with him.
A part of me silently screams to leave before it's too late... but honestly, I don't want to, especially when he seems genuinely sorry.
"Truce?" He says, smiling again.
I roll my eyes at him now.
"Yeah, a truce only when you want it to be."
"Fair enough. I won't be an ass anymore... I promise." He says.
His eyes plead with me and then, that stupid smile adds the cherry on top, warming my heart.
And just like that, I give into Silas, slowly sitting down on my seat again.
"Fine."
He simply nods before going around the table, back to his side again.
I watch him while he sits casually and takes up his book, leaning against the back rest and continuing his reading.
I can't quite understand him.
Why does he want me to remain here? Would it be his guilty conscience, knowing I had almost broken my neck because of him?
Most likely, but it feels like it's something else.
Thinking or trying to figure out Silas right now isn't a priority, I remind myself.
I pry my eyes away and relax further into my seat, taking a deep breath and opening my books again, picking up my pen.
Just like that we go back to what we were doing before, almost as though we had never argued or chewed the other person out seconds ago.
It starts getting humid, I realize.
The hair around my neck clings to the wet and sticky skin from perspiration, and I just hate the feeling.
It's itching and hot, so I pull out my hair tie and take my hair up like I had initially planned to do.
The relief is almost instant, feeling air tickle the hot skin in a soothing manner.
I sigh happily now, going back to my textbook, although I don't read a complete sentence before I feel it again.
His eyes on me.
Without looking up, I can feel just how his gaze is intensely burning into me and darn it, my wolf loves it as much as I do.
I try to ignore it at first, but I can't help the heat burning on my skin, the sudden desire welling up from inside me, only from having his eyes on me.
I press my legs together tighter, to ignore the craving rising up between them and it's now I realize just how messed up I am when it comes to Silas.
I mean, who gets turned on from being stared at?
Giving up finally, I close my book shut and look at him to tell him off so I can focus again but surprisingly, his eyes aren't on my face as usual, they're on the bare skin of my exposed neck.
He's looking at it like a freshly roasted steak, and hasn't even realized that I've caught him.
I clear my throat now, and he suddenly squares his shoulders again, sitting up and clearing his throat. It's as though he feels as nervous as I do and I swear, I can feel some sort of sexual tension hanging in the air.
Either that, or I'm just really horny and imagining things.
It feels too hot to be here, and I decide to take some sort of break.
I rise to my feet again.
He stiffens up quickly, closing his book and looking up at me.
"Are you leaving already?" He asks.
He looks as though he's hurt by that possibility, but I shake that assumption off my head.
"Uh... no. I just... I just want to grab a textbook from a shelf for some referencing." I lie.
In actuality, I need a few minutes to myself to calm my hormones.
He relaxes back into his seat now, nodding his head. "Okay... that's fine." He exhales slowly.
He seems tensed up, but that's not my business.
I walk away without another word, heading down a path through the shelves of books, walking slowly. While I walk, I fan myself with my hands, taking deep breaths and exhaling, trying to get my temperature to drop again.
I blame Silas for looking at me like that. There's no way anyone wouldn't get turned on with that kind of gaze. I mean, does he go around looking at girls like that for fun?
The thought of it is immediately annoying, and my temperature rises again but in some misguided anger. Maybe I should leave the table and go somewhere else
That's right.
That's what I need; to be alone.
I reach the shelf I actually do need to take a book from and reach up to grab the book.
The thing with book shelves at this school; they assume that their students being high ranking wolves with larger body builds would need taller shelves to accommodate their body structure.
They made the right assumption, yes. But I in no way benefit from it, being almost a midget compared to everyone else.
I jump to reach the book that is on the top shelf.
There's no stool or ladder in sight, so I attempt to reach it on my own, standing on my tippy toes and leaping to grab it.
I'm almost there, I almost grab it.
But then, I feel a presence behind me, and a hand reaches out and grabs the book easily before I can.
My brain screams at me not to look back but I don't listen and do just that.
I turn back and then, look up at Silas who has followed me for goddess knows why. His larger body frame towers over me and leans towards me, while he hangs the book I need over me, gesturing for me to take it.
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest just from how close he's standing. I can smell that intoxicating scent wafting around him that seeks to numb all my logical focused senses.
I'm tempted to lean even closer and draw more of it into my nostrils; even my wolf is already drunk with it.
The intense gaze in his eyes forces me to look back at him.
Even with all this, I struggle to compose myself and act dignified.
"Is this what you're trying to reach for?" He asks.
His voice is different, raspy, strained... like he's trying to say them as clearly as possible. In this crazy situation, I can't help but find it sexy.
"You didn't need to do that." I say, grabbing the book all too harshly from his grip and clutching it to my chest like some barrier between us. "I could have called the librarian, or found the ladder." I say. If he keeps on being nice to me, I just might give into my desires.
"Yeah... that's true." He says matter of factly and agrees with me.
Still, a second followed by more passes by and he's still standing right infront of me without budging a bit.
He's still staring right into me.
I place a hand on his chest, gently pushing him aside, mistakenly feeling his hard muscled chest and the fast paced beating of his heart.
His chest is pounding as though he's running a marathon, faster than mine is. "Uhm... I guess we should head back." I say.
He sighs suddenly, leaning away just a bit to run his fingers through his hair.
"Damn it... You drive me crazy."
"Excuse me?"
He stops what he's doing and looks at me again. I can't tell if he's pissed, or out of breath again. "You heard me. You absolutely drive me crazy, and the fact that you do it so easily without realizing it makes it much harder to hold back."
I don't know what is going on but I interpret it as him trying to get on my nerves again. He's snapping at me for no reason after bringing up our truce seconds ago. "Are you seriously trying to pick a fight with me right now? What exactly is your issue with me? I'm trying to be nice and get over this goddamn assignment with as little conflict as possible, but you just keep pushing me to a wall and forcing me to react, which is horrible of you. I mean-"
He cuts into my rant, suddenly laughing out and holding his vibrating chest.
I frown at the unprompted outburst that I find even more infuriating. "What's so funny?"
His face goes hard and cold again suddenly.
"You're going to make me do something I'm going to regret." There suddenly, this dramatic shift in atmosphere. It's completely transformed from what I thought it was seconds ago to pour unaltered sexual tension. His eyes move down to my lips, and I forget how to breathe. I'm inhaling but nothing goes in. "Freya... If you don't leave right now... I'm going to do something we're both going to regret." He says with a heavily strained voice that comes out as a whisper.
I can hear just how much he's holding himself back. "Freya... I'm warning you." He repeats.
I can hear the clear warning in his voice, and I know exactly what he means but my body remains frozen, my feet refuse to step away or even flinch. I second guess what I'm doing. I really should move. I should run far away from Silas, from this situation. I tell my body to move for our sake.
It doesn't, and Silas drops down to my level, pressing his lips against mine.
Hard and wanting, seeking to possess with a burning passion, that's the way they move against mine.
He doesn't wait for permission before chucking his tongue into my mouth and deepening our kiss in mere seconds.
It goes on for a while before he realizes what he's doing, like the tiniest shred of conscience finally gets to him and he gains some self-control again. He pulls away quickly, breathing fast and labored, squeezing his eyes shut and biting on his lips to stop himself from devouring me.
He seems frantic, running his hands through his hair and taking deep breaths to calm himself.
"Freya... I swear, if you don't walk away right now...
I'm going to "
I grab him by the back of his head and force his lips back on mine before he can finish whatever the hell he's saying.