TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 69: Chapter 69

: WANT
FREYA'S POV:
Just when I'm absolutely certain she's asleep, I slide out of the heavy duvet covers, tiptoeing to the balcony door and step out.
The cold icy wind hits me right in the face, and I'm grateful that I have Silas' jacket draped over me.
Is it stealing if someone gives you their jacket and they never ask for it back, nor do you remind them about it?
Nah.
I slowly shut the door behind me, moving over to the edge and staring down.
"How did he do this again?" I ask myself, pondering on if I could really leap off the ledge and land safely without breaking a few bones.
The more I look down at the height, the more I grow nauseous and doubt myself, pondering on giving up on my late night quest.
But alas, Freya is no quitter.
I slowly and carefully climb up to the ledge, taking in deep breaths.
Anyone that spots me now would think I'm suicidal from the way I stand with my hands outstretched sideways for balance.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I leap downward with eyes tightly shut, bracing for the impact.
The small shrubs below my balcony luckily cushion my fall only a bit.
My legs and shoulders are sore from the very unskilled leap, but nothing is broken or too damaged that I can't move.
Nice landing, could have been much worse.
Without much hesitation, I dash to the location I have in mind. I move through the woods, evading points that school security would be watching.
I run fast enough and almost out of breath. It would be so much easier with my wolf but I can't risk that - not after the last occurrence during the general run.
I slow down just as I make it to the familiar clearing just before a tall cliff.
It's the second time I visit here since a month ago.
Just as I arrive, Silas turns to me.
"Hey." He waves me over to his side.
I move to his side, dropping next to him.
Before he can say another word, I move in close enough and kiss him.
It's not as intense as what we had in class. It's soft and sweet with no tongue.
I take in his scent that warms my body with mushy heat.
He raises his hand to cup my face, and I lean into his touch that shoots sparks all over me.
My skin becomes alive instantly.
I pull away and the magic slowly fades, but not completely.
He smirks at me now.
"Is this why you texted to meet up here two hours ago? Were you that eager for a kiss?"
I look away from him, trying to calm my burning cheeks.
"Of course not! I have other important things to talk about besides kissing."
Though I usually hate to admit it, I couldn't stop thinking about his kiss, his touch, the feel of him on my skin.
The sparks that flew.
I know it's not the first time we've made out but I just feel different a burning desire to meet him again and share a kiss without watching eyes.
That is what drove me to fix this meet up, which a part of me is starting to panic about.
What if we are seen?
"You're thinking too much again." His voice fills my head, and I remember where I am again.
"Sorry." I mutter an apology.
"I'd prefer you focus all your attention on me." He takes a hold of my face, turning it to him mischievously. "... after all, you dragged me out here."
Something burns within his eyes that draw me in with a magnetic pull.
I put more distance between us before I give in to the temptation again.
"You could have said no if you didn't want to come.
You weren't dragged here." I correct him.
"And why would I do that? This is the first time you're making the first move."
"This is not a move."
"Then what is it? Why am I here?" He asks, leaning into me
He nibbles on my neck, sucking softly on the skin. My body recognizes his touch instantly and melts like butter, leaning into him.
It takes only that one move to draw hot wetness from my pores.
"I can smell just how much you want me. If it isn't a move, then what?" He asks in a low hushed tone.
Of course, he could.
I hate the way I become mush when it comes to him.
Yet deep down, a part of me knew he was possibly the only one that could make me feel this way.
It's scary.
Right now, my heart races and pulses with every sweet kiss to my neck, reveling in the excitement the fear brought with it - the danger.
"I don't know." I answer.
I really don't know.
It had been a compulsion to text him. I had convinced myself that on coming here, I would find out just why
I so badly needed to see him that I was on the edge.
"Is this some mental game to make me want you more?" He pauses in his kisses to speak.
I look at him.
Overcome by lust, I lean closer to him, too close that a slight movement and our lips would touch..
I inhaled his breath as he inhaled mine. High on the potent smell of his pheromones.
"If it is, is it working?" I ask, looking only at his parted lips, panting with me.
"You don't need to do that. I already want you."
I gulp down saliva, feeling the thick sexual tension between us only grow more.
The realization hits me.
It's not like I didn't know this, I just never thought to admit it to myself.
"I-I want you too."
In a swift mini second, he swoops on top of me, grabbing my lips with his in a passionate and powerful demanding kiss, forcing his way into my mouth and claiming it with his tongue.
It dances with mine in a dangerous tango. I moan against his lips, pushing more into him.
Without a second more to waste, he presses his hard wood against my lower abdomen. Grinding till he gets into the perfect position just where it hits my craving snatch.
I moan even louder, pressing against him, grinding desperately against his hard member.
"Is this where you want it?" He whispers amidst rushed breaths, grinding even harder.
He gyrates his hips painfully slow in a circular motion, pushing his hard dick against me till it's so fucking good my mind wants to explode, and gliding his hips away.
"Fuck, stop teasing." I moan, begging desperately.
"What do you want?"
"I need you inside."
"Not here."
"When?" I cry, frustrated to the core.
He chuckles at my expense, dropping a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I love it when you're this crazy for me."
I snarl at him, baring my fangs in his face, my wolf reaching her limits as well. It's obvious she's as depraved and yearning as I am.
My reaction only satisfies him more as he leans closer again to kiss my lips.
I bite onto his lips against my control. My wolf desperately clamors for control, nicking him in the process.
He pulls away again, smirking at just how impatient I am.
I want to apologize but he licks away the blood seeping from his lip, watching me like I'm a piece of meat that he's about to devour.
And I don't mind that.
Just as he leans in again, there's a buzzing that cuts into the scene, stopping us immediately.
I jump, frightened from the sudden noise, scared that we have been caught somehow.
He chuckles, watching me shriek like a kid scared of the dark.
"Relax, it's my phone."
"Oh."
He takes out the phone from his back pocket, looking at the screen while I wait. Annoyance suddenly overcomes me.
The fact that he would check his phone while we're making out...
I feel like some desperate horny bitch for feeling this way, but I can't help it.
All of a sudden, I'm second guessing myself again in the silence that stretches between us as he looks into the screen of his phone.
As I watch him, his forehead begins to crease.
"What?" I ask.
"Lucas found rogue tracks on school grounds." He responds. "Really? Is it an attack?"
"No. He says there are at least a day old and the borders have been searched for abnormal activities, so there's no one around."
"How did just one get in and leave undetected?"
"I don't know."
He remains silent, watching his phone for a few more seconds before rising to his feet. "I'm sorry, Freya, I need to handle this."
Despite my current state, I smile at him. "Yeah, it's fine."
He remains there still seemingly reluctant to leave but says nothing.
Only after a moment do I hear him leave, dashing away into the thick forest.
My heart sinks into the bottom of my chest instantly.
The pain is almost similar to what I think a heart attack should feel like.
Yeah,
I'm having my own mini heart attack. That's why I feel so broken and rejected hearing his footsteps distant themselves farther away. I hug my knees to myself, letting the burning tears fall as I sob silently, hoping that crying could relieve just a bit of it.
Only a bit.
I'm too distracted by my pain, and regret and conflicting emotions. Too engrossed in everything that I don't notice the footsteps that slowly approach me from behind before it's too late.
A cloth soaked in foul smelling liquid is forced against my face from behind me as strong hands hold my flailing body down.
I try to fight it and struggle, but the emerging darkness sucks me, in leaving my body limp.