TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

: HOT AND BOTHERED
FREYA'S POV:
My heart drops to the bottom of my chest and all that adrenaline pumping through me crashes fast.
Of course, he'd be with Elena, his girlfriend. The person he had probably been with the past two days.
The worse part is she looks gorgeous in her off-white armless flay dress with a beaded sweetheart neckline.
Pain shoots through my chest, stinging harder than ever and I feel stupid with reality crashing hard.
Just one kiss and I had already lost all reasoning, looking for him like some love-sick fool.
What were we even going to talk about if I brought up the kiss? Compare which was better between hers and mine and the countless other girls he had swapped lips with?
Yet despite all that, I can't help gawking shamelessly at him.
Elena leans closer to him, whispering words in his ear. Though he had a poker face on, she giggled, winking at him.
I feel the sudden urge to vomit and can't take the sight anymore, so I walk out the nearest exit I can find.
I walked down a short hallway, leading to an undiscovered small garden.
It's clearly unattended and forgotten as the flowers grew wildly out of place and grasses grow out into the sidewalk.
A small Sakura tree stood at the center. The unkempt nature of the scenery added to the natural wild beauty of nature.
I inhale the air deeply, feeling the ball in my chest slowly becoming unraveled with each breath, then exhaled my anxiety the same way.
Stupid Freya.
I had strived to put all those boundaries between us, not to get myself pulled into him and yet, I find myself chasing after him just 'cause of a stupid kiss he didn't even want to talk about.
My sadness quickly morphs into rage.
Just who did he think he was? Flirting whenever it suited him and running back to his girlfriend when the deed was done.
Fucking Coward.
I kick at a little shrub, huffing now. Few leaves crumble to the ground from the impact.
"Fucking asshole," I mutter under my breath.
If he ever comes within a few feet of me again, I'd surely...
"What did the shrub ever do to you?" His familiar voice breaks into my reverie.
Speak of the devil.
I turn to glare at Silas standing by the exit. He leans casually against the wall, giving a new definition of effortlessly sexy but I remind myself not to fall for his tricks again.
"Oh, I'm just practicing my ball-crushing skills." I smile sweetly with an obvious hidden meaning behind my words.
"Ouch." He fakes imaginary pain, chuckling.
"What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"
"You look beautiful." He ignores everything I say, raking his eyes all over me, like I'm a buffet waiting to be devoured.
He moves closer, reducing the safe distance between us, walking around me in circles while he assesses the dress he had picked out himself.
The intensity of his gaze leaves me feeling stripped and bare.
I should be angry but I feel goosebumps on my open skin just from having his eyes raking over me.
It's absolutely shameless the way my wolf purrs, loving his attention on us again.
"Fuck, you look gorgeous." He repeats his praise with an even more labored breath and raspy voice.
Silver eyes move back to me, clouded by an array of emotions resembling desire.
I gulp from the concentration of his gaze. It's too intense, I have to force my eyes away.
Wrong move.
He shifts closer once my eyes are away, too close and touches my skin, tracing his finger against my bare shoulder and igniting flames with every trail he leaves behind.
Heat, pure boiling heat burns my skin. I find myself losing to the strange burning desire again.
But I hold tightly to the reins of control.
"The dress looks amazing on you, Freya, just as I pictured it." He smiles smugly now.
I force myself away from him putting enough distance between us, so I can think straight.
Remember, Freya, you're pissed with him - livid.
I can't seem to maintain my annoyance with him all up in my personal space, spinning my senses with just the slightest graze of his finger on my exposed skin.
"What do you want, Silas? Shouldn't you be in there with your date?"
A distant look takes over his eyes now.
"How have you been?"
Again with avoiding my questions. It's making me more mad and infuriated.
"If you really wanted to know, you would have checked up on me yourself."
He looks subtly devastated and guilty, running a hand through his hair.
Good. He should feel guilty for what he did, but his expression makes me feel an unpleasant tug at my heart.
"I couldn't."
"All a of sudden you couldn't come to see me? You expect me to believe that? C'mon, think up a proper excuse. Try saying you had to feed your pet fish or your dog died. That would be much more believable." I snap.
"Pets aren't allowed on school grounds."
"That's not the point. Fuck you, Silas. Go back out there with the woman you've really been spending those two days with."
I hate that I sound like a jealous bitch right now, but
I'm tired.
I'm tired of the way he dodges my questions, giving me half-truths.
Tired of being played and swung around without bearing. I need him to be honest with me.
"Look, Freya, it's more complicated than that. Elena and I have a complex relationship."
I scoff at him.
Another way of saying it was a mistake, clearly. I wonder why I had even bothered with him in the first place. Getting all worked up when he wasn't even serious about anything. All of this was just a joke to him as always.
"I'm done, Silas." With his games, being toyed with, I was done.
I make a move to leave but he walks right in front of me again, stopping me.
"You can't."
The fucking nerve on this guy.
"Get out of my way, or else I'll-"I freeze.
He's suddenly all up in my personal space.
"Or else, you'll what?" His voice goes octaves lower.
Deep and sultry, stepping so close to me our faces are almost touching.
I'm seething and my blood boils hot but my breath is quick-paced as our personal spaces merge into one. "What will you do, Freya?"
He's taunting me now, throwing the bait at me and it's working.
I'm so mad I want to kiss his lips till they turn red and swollen, till he's begging for air. My wolf growls in agreement. No, this is wrong. I literally was just complaining about being used seconds ago.
"I'm going to.... to kick you in the balls?" I say but it sounds way less threatening and more like a suggestion.
The scent wafting off him is making me go crazy right now.
He chuckles, watching me flustered and I hate him even more.
I turn my head away, trying to gain composure but his lips fall on my neck, wet and hot.
I fight back the moan at the back of my throat, biting on my lower lips.
He lips move in a maddening motion, slow and tender up my neck to the crevice just behind my ear, grazing just the tip of his fangs against the sensitive skin.
My knees wobble and this time the sounds of pleasure come out of me, against my control. He nibbles against the tender skin, sucking and igniting flames of desire and want in my core. I stagger backward because my legs give out under me but he grasps my waist, pulling me closer to him.
He now runs his fingers down my naked back. "S-stop," I muttered under my rushed breath as he drops soft deadly kisses on my neck.
But he doesn't stop, instead he does the complete opposite.
He lifts me from the ground with quick ease, pinning me up against the tree trunk swiftly.
My dress rides up my thigh as he wraps them around his waist. He wastes no time in devouring every bit of visible skin.
"Silas." I moan as his chest presses into mine. "Please ..." I plead.
"Please?" "P-Please..." I plead again but my brain is too foggy to remember what exactly I'm pleading for.
I can't think straight anymore. Sinking in an abyss of pleasure, I let myself fall.
The heat emanating from his body pressed on mine intoxicates me like wine.
His lips finally crash onto mine and I hum against them. Soft, tender, supple lips suckling on mine.
His tongue pushes for entrance and I let him in, gripping tightly onto his shirt.
As he kisses me into madness, his large hand fondles against my breast, the other sliding up my thigh.
I'm too lost in the pleasure of him to fight back. I don't know if I even want to fight back anymore. Footsteps suddenly stumble into the hidden garden.
"Freya, Xena's pretty pissed right now looking for y-
We rip a almost instantly the moment he walks in on us.
I fall to my feet, dropping my dress back in place and adjusting my hair, trying to make it look the way it had before.
Silas shifts away, subtly wiping off the red lipstick from his lips.
Lucas stands by the door, perplexed and frozen in place, probably doubting what he had seen what we were doing.
Oh my goodness, what we were doing...
I curse internally for letting myself fall for his charms again.
We were supposed to talk about everything, the kiss in the clinic and yet, I kissed him again.
"Uh..." Lucas began, trying to start up a conversation, probably about what we were doing "You were saying something about Xena?" I clear my throat and ask, trying to steer the conversation away. My hair was a mess already, so I leave it alone. "Y-yeah, yeah. She's looking for you." He responds. "Okay." I nod walking away.