Chapter 5
Freya
I snapped awake, instantly confused by my surroundings. Power was still rolling through my body. Everything felt amplified. The arms around my waist and the hard body pressed against me weren’t helping my disorientation.
”You smell amazing,” Mikhail muttered in a gravelly voice from behind me.
Slamming my eyes shut, I tried to organize my thoughts, but my body had a different plan.
His hand had risen, and I instinctually arched my breasts to meet his giant palm as I pressed my ass closer to the bulge I could feel steadily growing.
I let out a sigh as I gave in to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.
“Please, I need…Touch me,” I managed to stutter out, my voice deep with need, making it fairly unrecognizable.
Mikhail’s hand came up around my neck and, rather than fear, a rush of wetness coated my thighs. His hand flexed around my throat before reaching up to my chin, turning my face toward his. Caught in his gaze, I couldn’t look away.
“Say my name,” he said as he withdrew his body from mine. A whimper escaped at the loss, and I quickly replied.
“Mikhail, please,” I found myself begging. For what, I still didn’t know. My body was running the show.
“What do you need? I wanna hear the words, my sweet Freya.” Mikhail growled as he released my chin to kiss his way down my neck.
“Misha.” The term of endearment slipped out of me. I was lost in the cocoon around us, a slave to the sensations, unable to think rationally. I reached for him, needing more.
“I don’t know what I need!” I yelled in frustration, missing his hard body pressed against my back. His hand ghosted down my body, leisurely mapping out the contours before sliding between my legs. I inhaled sharply once he applied pressure and wrapped his body back around mine.
“Come on my hand, mate. Mark me as yours.” He growled in my ear, but I was too far gone to process the words. I was grinding heedlessly against him, reaching for something I couldn’t describe.
I moaned loudly once I finally reached that peak and launched over it. My hips were moving of their own provocation, riding out every minute of that feeling. My heart was racing, and I finally collapsed back against Mikhail’s chest, out of breath and oversensitive.
Reality came crashing in, jolting me off the bed.
I made the mistake of looking up before I grabbed my book bag, and found myself facing a deliciously rumpled Mikhail, who was watching me with confusion on his beautiful face.
My hesitation gave him just enough time to hop off the bed and prowl toward me. I stumbled back until I hit the wall.
“What are you running from, Little Storm?” Mikhail whispered in my ear as he shoved his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in.
He surrounded me completely, caging me in the cocoon of his body.
I tried to respond, but my mouth was dry.
He pulled away from me, his hand wrapping around my throat, forcing me to meet his gaze.
Blinking up at him, I couldn’t figure out what to say.
Not with the feel of his body pressed against mine distracting me.
“Nothing. No one. I just—I have to go,” I stumbled out, looking anywhere but at him.
“I saw you in the graveyard. Felt the power surrounding you. I’m only going to ask one more time, mate. Who is after you?” A shiver went down my spine, accompanied by an urge to bare my neck to Mikhail, to submit.
Power. Mate. After you.
Those words rang out in my head, shaking me from my stupor.
Mikhail’s voice faded away in the roaring in my ears.
Ice ran through my bloodstream, and panic overwhelmed me.
Using more force than I should have, I called the wind to me, pushing Mikhail back so I could slip under his arm and out the door of his dorm room.
He knew. How soon until they came after me? My powers raced through me, and with an ease I hadn’t experienced before, I was able to hold the wind, using it to apply pressure on Mikhail’s door, giving me just enough time to flee.