Chapter 12
Mikhail
The taste of blood in my mouth only slightly curbed the anger coursing through me. Seeing Balor and Kris close in on Freya would haunt me for years to come. What if I had been a minute later? What if they had cut her delicate skin with that stupid knife Kris insists on carrying around?
Their contempt for Freya was disrespectful to me and my family.
There was no coming back from that. I didn’t rest until both of their bodies were unconscious on the ground.
Standing up, I looked around for Freya, but didn’t spot her.
My heart started racing as a chill ran down my spine.
Something was wrong. How does one girl manage to attract so much trouble?
Finally, I caught sight of her dark hair and green dress, but what horrified me more was seeing Bianca standing near her.
Freya looked up, catching my eyes, and I saw pure panic reflected in hers.
She turned on her heel and ran as a malicious smile spread across Bianca’s face.
I sprinted at full speed, dodging writhing bodies and dancing groups.
I didn’t even pause for Bianca as I ran past her, tracking down my wayward mate.
Between the fight and the chase, my blood was pounding, adrenaline filling me to the brim. The urge to capture and claim her rode me hard. There was a large expanse of open ground between the edge of the forest and the cemetery where Freya and I had first touched.
My teeth extended as I caught up to my mate, who, at her best, was no match for my speed. As I closed the distance between us, I launched at her, pulling her against my chest to buffer the landing as we collided with the ground.
The moon was high above us, illuminating Freya’s beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and arousal. I rolled us until I was leaning over my mate, pinning her to the grass underneath us. Beneath me, Freya’s chest was heaving with her efforts to catch her breath.
Seeing the rip in her dress had me growling all over again, but the glimpse of her lacy bra and what lay beneath held me in its grip.
I bent down and nuzzled the soft skin, rewarded with Freya’s soft gasp.
I kissed and nipped the tops of her breasts before moving my head to capture her nipple in my mouth, fabric and all.
She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breast further into my mouth.
I took my claw and slipped it under her bra, tearing the fabric that bound the cups together.
Freya gasped, but didn’t push away as I slid the fabric away from her skin, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake.
This time, when I got to her nipple, I scraped it with my teeth, teasing her and keeping her on the verge of pleasure and pain.
Using the cover of the night, I pulled the dress off of her, tossing it to the side.
I flipped Freya over and pulled her to her knees, leaning over her and pressing my chest along her back.
Conscious or not, she bared her neck to me, and I nipped at the tender spot where her shoulder and neck met.
This is where I will mark her, bind us together forever.
“Misha!” she yelped before moaning, her body pushing back against mine. Reaching around, I pressed my hand over her pussy.
“This is mine. You are mine. Every piece of you belongs to me, just like I belong to you.” I growled, and she shuddered.
Ripping my mate’s panties away from her body, I was rewarded with the slick warmth of her cunt as I slid my fingers over her sensitive clit.
She angled her body, leaning her head down in the grass.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I asked, and she jerked when I took my hand away.
“Mikhail, please. Don’t tease me.” Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled Freya’s head until she was looking back at me.
“What is my name?” I demanded. Her eyes grew big.
“Misha.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me what you need, what only I can give you.”
“You! I need you, Misha.” She paused before turning her head to lock eyes with me.
“Fuck me, Misha. Please. I need you. It hurts,” she begged.
“What my mate wants, my mate gets,” I said as I thrust a finger inside her, marveling at how tight and hot she was. I hesitated as my finger hit the delicate barrier indicating her innocence.
“Gonna give you what you need. Gonna make sure that needy pussy always gets what it wants,” I promised as I added another finger in an attempt to ready her for my cock.
My patience was thin, and I was on the verge of losing all control, but the idea of hurting Freya was enough to leash the beast—at least, for the moment. Wetness coated my fingers as I picked up my pace, and right as her tight channel spasmed around my fingers, I replaced them with my cock.
It felt like heaven and hell, slowly pushing inside her.
I felt her hymen and braced my teeth against her shoulder.
At the same time as I broke through her virginity, my teeth sank back into her shoulder, pinning her in place.
She was mine in every sense of the word, connected from head to toe, bound by blood.
Her taste exploded in my mouth, and my rhythm sped up.
She felt incredible, like nothing I had ever experienced.
I couldn’t get enough. I wanted Freya to feel me everywhere on her body.
I didn’t want a single spot free of my mark or touch.
I reached a hand under her and wrapped it around her throat before pulling her upright so she was sitting in my lap.
“Ride me, temptress. Take what you need,” I encouraged, her hips jerking in my lap.
Freya hesitated for a moment before she lifted herself off my cock, leaving just the tip inside her before lowering back down.
We both groaned, and she leaned back, wrapping an arm around my neck.
Cupping her breasts, I held still as she writhed in my lap, sliding up and down on my cock at a brutally slow pace.
I felt every inch of her like that, every ripple and clench of her perfect pussy.
She sped up, her arms dropping to brace herself on my thighs.
Letting go of her breasts, I slid a hand over her swollen clit, and she jolted from the sensation.
Her movements became erratic as I kept the pressure up, and soon, I was rewarded with her orgasm.
Freya’s pussy clamped down on my cock, locking me in place as she gasped and clutched me to her.
I gave her a moment to settle, knowing she was oversensitive, but my animal wasn’t sated yet.
Pulling her off my cock, I laid her down on the grass, fully naked in the moonlight.
Grabbing her ankles, I pulled my mate’s legs over my shoulder before plunging back into her.
Her eyes glowed, and lightning flashed across the sky as she moaned.
My own virgin sacrifice, splayed open for my pleasure under the full moon.
It felt like we were in our own bubble, our bodies wrapped around each other, becoming one.
Seeing my mark on her neck, my pace quickened until I was emptying myself inside of her.
It was the longest, hardest I had ever come as I brutally pounded into my mate.
“You can take it, mate. All of me.” Dropping her ankles from my shoulder, she locked them around my back, holding my hips against her. I dropped my forehead against hers, capturing Freya’s mouth in a heated hiss.
“I’ve marked you as mine. You gave yourself to me. There’s no turning back after this. I’m a part of you now, Little Storm. There’s no more running away. We face things together, now and forever.” She held my gaze, searching for something before she nodded in agreement, nuzzling my shoulder.
I softened inside of her, but was reluctant to separate our bodies.
Noise from the cemetery reached me as the party began spreading to different areas of the campus.
As gently as I could, I stripped Freya of her ripped clothing before once again stuffing her into my shirt.
I lifted her into my arms and felt my heart sigh as she rested her head against my chest. I carried her back to my room, not even entertaining the idea of sleeping apart.
Now that I had finally caught Freya, I wasn’t giving her any chances to run again.