Chapter 6
Mikhail
Keeping my body still, I enjoyed having my mate next to me.
Despite the reasons for her being there, I couldn’t help the contentment that ran through me at having her in my space.
I wanted her scent on my sheets. I wanted her to mark me as much as I planned to mark her.
No one would question who she belonged to.
I was brought back to reality as Freya’s body started moving, her legs rubbing against each other restlessly as she arched her back on a moan. I was frozen in shock at first, afraid I was imagining it, but I couldn’t hold in the groan that ran through me.
“You smell amazing,” I told her as I tried to stop myself from clutching her to me and burying myself so deep inside of her that she didn’t know where she began, and I ended.
Her sweet voice reached my ears as she begged me to touch her, and I could have sworn I died and went to heaven.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I couldn’t help but eye her delicate neck—the pulse point that called to me, the perfect spot to mark her with my fangs.
She was begging, her eyes wild with need and her body on fire—for me this time.
“Misha,” her husky voice pleaded with me, and all my control went out the window. A buzz started over my skin, growing so strong I felt electrocuted. Freya was there, in my arms, her body crying out for me.
“Come on my hand, mate. Mark me as yours.” I growled into her hair, my hand pressing against her core. The thin cotton panties did nothing to hide how hot and wet she was. My hand cupped her ample breast, her nipple hardening under my palm. Everything about her was so beautifully responsive.
I rested my mouth over that sensitive spot at the base of her neck, right over her pulse, barely restraining myself from sinking my fangs into her delicate flesh.
I felt her body going from rigid to jello, shivers running through it.
Her scent was stronger after her orgasm, and it was intoxicating.
I didn’t know what to say or do, feeling drugged and under her spell.
Before I could wrap my head around the reality of having Freya in my arms and in my bed, she was leaping away from me. I couldn’t hear what she said over the blood rushing to my head at the idea of her running from me. That was unacceptable—we had just found her, and she was going to try to leave?
Quickly, I had her pressed against the wall, her body instinctively closing the gap between ours.
She wanted me. Freya could feel it, too, but was holding herself back.
Nuzzling the tender slope of her neck, I inhaled her scent in a mighty gulp.
My mouth watered. The instinct to bite and mark her was a hell of a distraction.
I needed to focus on stopping her from fleeing now that we had finally found her.
“What are you running from, Little Storm?” I asked as I watched her eyes fill with emotion, her dark hair shining and disheveled.
Freya’s body stiffened at that question, her emotions shutting down.
A feeling like static electricity covered her skin, sending shocks to my form at all the places where our bodies touched.
Confused and feeling out of control, I tried using my powers as alpha on her, commanding Freya to tell me who was after her.
The words were barely out of my mouth when a gust of wind, the likes of which I had never experienced, ripped Freya from my arms. I didn’t have any time to get my bearings.
I felt like I was fighting through an invisible wall to get to my door.
By the time she was in the hallway, that wall weakened, and I managed to get my hand on the doorknob, only for it to snap shut against my attempts to open it.
Ripping at my door, it didn’t budge. It was as if there was a tornado on the other side.
Using all my strength, I pushed, but still couldn’t get it to open.
Nearing the point of shifting, my body plowed through the frame, and I found myself sprawled in the hallway, the air eerily still.
“Mikhail! Dean’s office now!” Professor Tomlin snapped at me in a tone that brooked no argument. With a low growl, I reluctantly followed him, knowing I needed to cool down before I faced Freya again. My mate had some explaining to do.
After Dean Caruthers bitched me out for causing a disturbance after lights out and destroying school property, I was released with a stern warning and a looming fee for the damage.
It meant nothing to me, except delaying when I could see Freya again.
As soon as I was excused from the dean’s office, I rushed to the women’s dorms.
Once there, Freya’s scent was stronger and mixed with mine. One inhale, and my heart started racing, my body hardening. She was mine, and my mate had to accept that soon. Placing a hand on her door, I took one last breath. Soon, mate. No more running.
It was time to claim what was mine.