TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 128: Chapter 128

: INSATIABLE
FREYA'S POV:
I hang my head low enough to hide my face away from his view, covering the rest with the towel.
But he insistently leans closer, looking all over me like I'm some sort of anomaly.
My heart is pulsing faster because I really don't want to be caught sneaking into the boy's bathroom with
Silas.
The entire student body isn't too kind when sharing gossip about anyone. They could possibly mix an imaginary orgy into the real story.
"I've never seen a male wolf so... tiny." He comments.
While he's all up in my personal space and I'm retreating back, Silas steps up from behind me.
He's a head taller than my harasser and looks down at him like he's the scum of earth, with a glare that even I find terrifying.
It seems it's only now the harasser notices Silas behind me because his face turns as white as paper.
"Do we have a problem?" He asks, raising a brow at the kid and traumatizing him in the process.
"Uhm... uh...n-no... I j-just... uh-" He begins stuttering while his body visibly trembles from the weight of Silas' presence.
"Then keep walking."
The kid wastes not a second more dashing away, not needing to be told to run for his life.
Once he's gone, I look up finally and turn to Silas.
"Did you need to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Scare the shit out of him."
He shrugs, like it's a typical Tuesday morning with guys running away from him.
"It got the job done, didn't it?"
I groan, looking away.
There is no point pushing to argue any of this further, he definitely won't ever see the error of his ways and maybe seem less scary to everyone else.
Also, I see that glint of pure entertainment in his eyes from watching the guy run away.
Should I be worried about that though?
Nah.
We finally get to the bathroom and sure enough, it's empty. While I walk in, Silas shuts the door behind just in case someone tries to intrude right in the middle of our bath.
"Great. Now, take your towel off." He says suddenly.
I turn to him, reducing my eyes to slits and glaring at him.
"I see the look in your eyes and no, whatever you think is going to happen isn't going to happen."
"I'm not thinking anything." He says defensively, but I can see that sly look in his eyes coupled by his smirk.
"Nice try, pervert. You wait here and I go in first." I say, moving away from him before he can protest.
But I hear him grumbling to himself.
I step into the first shower stall, turning on the hot water. Once it hits my skin, I sigh, feeling relaxed instantly.
I let it soak into my tangled hair, loosening the knots.
I let it pour over the skin of my face and down my entire body till I'm completely wet.
Showers are the best place to think, so my mind wanders.
The morning has been surprisingly eventful and fun, and recalling each moment draws a smile to my lips.
Memories of the comforting warmth from sleeping right next to Silas are sweeter than the rest. But then, in a week's time, it would be over.
My smile fades slowly.
All this would soon come to an end, and Silas needs to know as well. He needs to know what I really am, although I doubt it wouldn't stop him from being disgusted by me.
I know how much highly ranked wolves despise
Omegas. I had learned it first hand from my family, and the last thing I want is to experience the same thing with Silas.
While I worry and fret over a billion things revolving around telling Silas the truth, gentle hands suddenly slide onto my shoulders, massaging the tension in them.
I moan quickly, forgetting everything else and leaning into his touch.
"Silas... this isn't what we agreed on."
"Did you really think I'd let you bathe yourself while
I'm here, and miss out on a major fantasy of mine?
No way."
I sigh, not even bothering to argue with him on this anymore.
"Let me wash your back."
"Silas... we're not going to have shower sex." I deadpan.
"Wow, relax. No one said we were, I just want to help out." He chuckles while lying through his teeth.
Again, I don't argue with him? knowing it's futile.
He pours the soap into my hair, massaging my scalp in the process of washing it first, then soaps my back while rubbing into my tensed up muscles.
Damn, it feels so fucking good.
I moan, leaning into his touch that also ignites fire on my wet skin. A shiver shoots down my back to the lower and sensitive part of my body.
"Silas." I mutter his name uncontrollably. "That sounds like a moan, Freya." He teases me, chuckling deeply, suddenly leaning closer to my ear. The hot air from his mouth touches the tip of my outer ear, making this sudden rising feeling even worse.
"No, it doesn't." I argue, blushing hard.
We fall back into comfortable silence just as he moves to my neck, adding reasonable pressure while sliding his finger down to my shoulders.
Sparks fly again and this time, my back arches, pushing my body closer to his and feeling the hard wood between his legs.
"Freya, you should probably stay still if you still want this bath." He says but in a more strained voice, probably from having to hold himself back for me.
I've lost my reasoning at this point. That's just how it always is when Silas is this close to me - I lose my shit.
Finally, I turn to face him regardless of if he's naked, sucking in air from the heated and aroused gaze he shoots back at me.
Well, fuck it.
"Let's postpone this bath for another time, shall we?"
"I couldn't agree more."
Before I can blink, he picks me up in his arms and I instinctively wrap my legs around his frame and our lips smack against each other.
We fall into a heated make out session more intense than what we had shared just a few hours ago. His lips are hard and demanding, devouring mine in the first few seconds and I let him take every bit of me, holding his face in my arms.
He pushes my back against the wall, pulling away to give us a few seconds of air.
"Fuck." He says, breathing hard and looking all over me.
Fuck, indeed.
All I can think of is wanting more of him, losing myself, my fretting conscious mind in everything that he is.
"Want to make your fantasy come to life?" I whisper the words without thinking it, taken over by the need in my core.
His eyes glaze over with pure heated lust that has me shivering and he leans closer, taking my mouth again. From my lips, his tongue slides down to my neck, suckling and nibbling every single inch of my skin he can get his mouth on.
I press my bare pussy against his equally bare hard member and he groans painfully, biting hard against my neck simultaneously.
The mixture of pain and pleasure pushes me to put more into him, moaning out like some slut.
His fingers slide into my core now, rubbing around the entrance before plunging deeper into me. "You're so fucking wet." He whispers in a raspy voice. "I'm not going to hold back till I'm satisfied." Before I can say that I don't want him to, his thick hard rod thrust deep into me, filling me up instantly. I yelp out from the sudden intrusion.
"Shhh." He coos me softly, pressing his forehead against mine. "Relax."
He lets me get adjusted to his thick grit and relax before he starts moving again, painfully slow. The deep mind curling itch grows even more intently, yet he's slowly sliding himself in and out, which becomes infuriating. "Please, faster." I beg from frustration, hiding my face in his neck and close to tears.
"Beg me." He says deeply, going even slower than before
I groan.
"Fuck me harder, you asshole." I yell out, finally losing my cool and looking him in the face.
He chuckles at my expression, loving every second of it.
He pulls out to the tip and hammers back into me, quickly increasing the pace of his thrust. He pounds faster and harder, reaching into deeper depths, causing my toes to curl from the pleasure. "Yess!" I cry out when the first wave crashes all over me and my legs tremble from the orgasm. Even after that, he doesn't slow down for a moment, relentlessly ripping into me with his insatiable dick.