Freya's POV
The drapes around the bed hung low, creating a small, secure world just for me—a world meant for him and me alone.
Delicate touches traced over my skin as he leaned in gradually, his lips meeting the curve of my neck, prompting a small gasp to escape from my lips.
With his touch, my eyes closed, and my back arched instinctively, my erect nipples grazing against his chest.
I yearned for contact with him, to feel his body against mine.
His lips trailed slowly down my neck, over my collarbone, until they pressed against the gentle curve of my breasts, my nipples quivering between his teeth.
He grazed them gently, sending a sensation straight to my core, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
The feeling sent my mind into a frenzy, and as I opened my eyes, I gazed down at him. His eyes met mine with an unexpected hunger.
"If you're unsure, then consider this my answer," Kingsley murmured in my ear.
What? What was he referring to? My confused mind couldn't process any messages at that moment.
A soft whimper escaped my throat as his lips and tongue found my core. My body trembled under his touch, not from fear, but from something entirely different.
Aligning his thick erection with the folds of my core, he slowly pressed the firmness of his erect cock into me.
The sensation of fullness was new, yet it intruded in a peculiar way.
I was so wet for him that my body had never yearned for this before—but now, it craved it desperately.
Without thinking clearly, I clutched the blanket underneath me and begged him, "Alpha, please..."
I watched as his eyes stared back at me.
His pupils dilated at my plea and I begged him to fill me, begged him to take me because that's really all I wanted. At that moment, all I wanted was all of him.
Slowly, he slid further inside me.
He shoved himself completely inside me.
Out of instinct, I moved my hips to match his movements, and he noticed my movements because a different expression swept across his face. It was one of pleasure. I felt the same pleasure, and I wanted more.
He pulled out of me quickly, leaving me feeling empty, and spun me around. Once I was on all fours, he lifted my plump ass into the air and thrust into me roughly.
I could feel the slight aggression he was holding back. He was trying to be subtle with me, but I found myself confused. I wasn't sure what to expect from this position, but as he began to thrust again and again, I knew why he was doing it.
The feeling of fullness was stronger than before, and something strange began to happen inside me. A kind of swelling. It caused a cry to escape my lips as I tried to pull away from him.
However, his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer, holding me in place as he continued to pound inside me.
It was a knot! He was tying me in knots!
This pain is unreal. As far as I know, tying knots is always painful, but to tie an alpha... That was a whole different story.
As his mouth traveled down the valley of my breasts and down my stomach, his fingers against my clit caused my back to arch in pleasure.
My hips moved backward in time with his movements, and I let out a quick little cry of pleasure as a sudden burst of pleasure passed through my lips.
A growl I wasn't expecting left him, and when I looked at him, his eyes were fixed on me.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned down and my heart skipped a beat.
"I can't..." I cried softly, but he just growled again.
A second orgasm, more intense than the last, made me cry even louder.
As I came down from my orgasm, I felt him move and when I looked back at him, he was naked in front of me.
His large cock was erect and eager to join me as he guided its head to the folds of my core.
"Please..." I begged fervently for him to fill me.
The dark, lustful look he gave me was everything I wanted at that moment. Then he thrust into me hard and didn't stop.
Meanwhile, the rapid movements of his hips had me teetering on the edge of pleasure with no sign of returning.
I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of him. In them, I saw nothing but pure carnal lust-as if every bit of his emotions were unleashed on me.
As moans of pleasure tried to escape my mouth, I bit my lip, trying to hold them in - but, in the end, I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop what I was feeling, and the louder I got, the harder and faster he got.
"Please... I can't..." I try to get out, knowing I'm going to unravel around him again.
I didn't dare touch him, but when he thrust inside me and stilled, my hands instinctively grabbed his wrists, and I squealed with pleasure, my core clutching him tightly as pure and utter bliss enveloped my mind.
His hot body pressed against me, the feeling of him deep inside me... It was an extreme pleasure that I didn't want to end.
Before I lost consciousness, I seemed to hear Kingsley say something important...
When I woke up once more, Kingsley was nowhere to be found in the room.
On the other hand, Novia was seated at the edge of the bed, visibly worried as she saw me awake. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked at me and asked, "Freya, are you alright?"
I nodded and glanced around, still sensing the lingering scent of stirred emotions in the air.
Novia suddenly burst into tears and exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone. If I had stayed with you last night, this wouldn't have happened. That damn Rogue! I'm going to kill him!"
Clearly, Novia was unaware of what had transpired the previous night. I quickly reached out to restrain the furious Novia and explained in haste, "It was Kingsley last night."
"What?" Novia was taken aback.
"Yes, I was with Kingsley last night." As I uttered the words, memories of last night's chaos rushed back to me, causing my face to flush.
"Novia, where's my cellphone?"
"Here it is." Novia handed me my phone. "The screen is cracked, and I haven't turned it on. I don't know if it still works."
I pressed the power button and fortunately, only the screen was damaged. The display and everything else appeared to be normal.
Just as the phone turned on, a text message from Michael popped up. He sent a message last night, inviting me to his studio for a movie audition at 9:30 in the morning.
I pursed my lips and scrolled through WhatsApp once more. The unread messages consisted of alerts from the Hop Seed group, but none were from Kingsley.
I clenched my fingers, a sense of helpless loss welling up within me. Finally, I looked up and said to Novia, "Did you drive?"
"Can you give me a ride?"
Novia nodded. "Now?"
"Yes," I affirmed.