TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 53: Chapter 53

: SWEET PUNISHMENT
FREYA'S POV:
"If you wanted to get me alone so badly, you could have said so." His voice is low and sultry.
The room is so small and filled with equipment that he's forced to crouch down a bit, almost to my level so I can feel his hot breath on my neck, going down the spine of my back.
So, I've put us in a tempting situation.
"That's not important right now," I whisper, pushing down all primal urges and thoughts put into my head by my wolf.
"What part of 'we can't be seen together' is so hard for you to understand?" I focus on the main reason I had dragged him here, risking being caught right now.
"How long has he known?" Silas decides to talk about something else.
"What?"
"How long has Adam known?"
"Known what?"
"That you were in the program."
I remain silent now, deciding if to answer such a question. The fact about the program wasn't exclusively meant to be a secret, but I still didn't want him to know.
There wasn't really a point, however, since he eventually went and did whatever he wanted.
"He's known since the first day," I respond.
He scoffs now. I can feel him stiffen infront of me, vibrating with concealed anger.
"Silas, that's not what's important-"
"So, you told everyone but me?" The anger in his tone is replaced by hurt, quickly leaving me speechless.
This planned scolding session quickly turns against me in only a matter of seconds.
I swallow, standing more firmly than ever.
"It wasn't something for you to know."
"Yeah, that's right, you hate my guts and you want me to stay away," He repeats a few words I had said to him the night he had climbed up my balcony again.
The guilt bites back harder and fiercer now, knowing I let him believe them and never corrected the notion that I didn't want to be around him, even enforcing it more.
My hands are tied, however.
My stupid heart hurts for unknown reasons but my head knows the truth.
Even in my depression and suffering, he was with Elena, having the time of his life while I suffered under the thumb of his father.
If anyone needed to feel guilty, it should be him.
"That's right..." I agree with a shaky breath. "I don't want you around me, yet you still followed me. You have Elena, yet you won't leave me alone. You're so mean and cruel."
My heart pounds harder now. I'm breathing faster, using up most of the limited air now that I'm riled up. My anger burns hot.
He snorts like he's the only one that can be pissed with the other. I had more rights too.
"Why?" I scowl.
"I don't know either."
My seething freezes instantly.
"I don't know why I'm here, even when you clearly don't want me here." He doesn't seem like he's playing a prank on me or joking.
He sounds sincere and the hard beating in his chest fills my ears. I know he can't fake that.
"D-do you expect me to believe you just came here and left everything based on a feeling?"
"Tell me, Freya. You claim to hate me. Right?"
He leans closer despite the already lacking space between and all around us.
I stiffen immediately.
"Y-yes." I feel nervous suddenly, heat flooding my cheeks.
The air is hotter than it was only seconds ago.
"Yet you shiver when I come this close to you. Your heart races... and I can smell the arousal all over you."
His nose tip grazes my neck softly, enlisting a moan from my lips.
I unconsciously lean into the strange warm feeling shooting through my entire body just from that spot and settling between my legs.
"That's... that's not true. I-I..."
"Right now, you smell so fucking good." He inhales deeply, pressing himself hard against me.
I moan again, louder and more demanding. My brain grows foggy temporally and local thoughts jumble themselves.
A burning need and desire springs up from within me, stronger than before.
My wolf purrs and coos, begging me to go even closer and inhale his sweet scent.
Both his arms fall on my hips, adding more pressure to his pull.
"Silas..." His name sounds more like a moan from my lips, expressing the intense desire to be touched and held.
"Fuck." He growls.
He grinds himself against me, drawing me deeper into ruin. The feel of his member pushing against me pulls more heat and desire from my groin.
I'm breathless and needy.
Our entire encounter was completely different from what I had planned, yet I want more of it shamelessly. He leans even closer to me, our lips almost touching. I realize it's been so long since I felt those tempting lips against mine.
I close my eyes in anticipation, leaning even closer to him.
Yet, I never feel the warmth.
"As much as I'd love to punish these lips cruelly and make you beg, I'd much rather prefer a different form of punishment."
"What?" In my daze, I can barely understand what he means.
Why he isn't kissing me yet?
He pulls away from me suddenly, slowly letting go of my hips and putting more distance between us.
Not enough, however, due to the small space around us.
Our hearts are both pulsing wildy with rushing breaths, like we've both been running a marathon.
The tension between us is thick enough to be sliced with a dagger, yet he simply stares at me, doing nothing.
Is this some game?
Suddenly, he pulls the door open, letting in some light that stings my eyes like onions.
"See you later, Freya. "He winks at me and then leaves, without another word.
He leaves me there, all hot and bothered.
It takes moments for everything that has just transpired to settle in.
Fuck.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
This has to be his game.
I groan in frustration, kicking at the mop bucket infront of me, toppling it over.
He made a fool of me and I just stood there like some horny bitch in heat, letting it happen. My frustration immediately morphs into embarrassment. The urge to curl into a ball and never show my face to him again overcomes me now.
I stay in the closet for a few more seconds, just in case he's waiting outside to laugh at how easy I am before stepping out.
The hallway is empty still. He's nowhere to be found.
Good.
I step out now, turning towards class. Lunch break still had a few minutes more but my appetite was long gone.
I make a silent apology to all starving children out in the world while I waste a whole meal, but I can't seem to walk in there confidently. Not after what had just transpired between us. Just as I make a few steps away, someone calls out to me.
"Freya!"
I turn quickly, seeing Adam standing right there. I raise a brow at him now.
"You're still here? You haven't left?"
"No, was hoping you would come back once you were done talking." He smiles but it only makes me feel more like shit.
'While you were making out with Silas, he sat alone waiting for you'
Shut up, conscience. I already know how much of an ass I am.
"I'm so sorry... I didn't think you'd wait."
"It's okay." He finally stops just infront of me.
Despite my poor treatment of him, his playful smile is still as present and warm as ever.
"I don't deserve a friend like you." I sigh.
"C'mon, don't sell yourself short." He chuckles a bit, banishing the awkwardness
His large hands fall on my head, patting me like a pet puppy in the process taking hours of grooming.
I don't mind though.
His smile quickly fades once his patting begins and a more serious mien takes over his face, too obvious not to notice.
"What?"
"You smell like Silas." He points out silently. "Oh, must be because we were just together seconds ago." I smile nervously, hoping he also can't somehow smell what we were up to. Hoping he couldn't perceive my arousal as well.
He smiles now but it's not as genuine as the previous one, it's more forced and strained.
"Well, I'll talk to you later." "What?" "Classes, remember?"
"Oh, right."
He turns down the hallway, walking briskly. Never for a moment turning back to wave.
I sigh, slapping my forehead with the heel of my palm.
He definitely knows.