Freya opened her eyes, only to close them again as a crushing sensation weighed her down, particularly in her head. She tried to raise her hand to rub her temples, hoping to ease the pain, but something held her down. With confusion marred on her forehead, Freya made another effort to move her hand, and as she did, she opened her eyes again. That was when she saw him, Rowan, shirtless and sleeping beside her, his hand possessively wrapped around her waist.
"Rowan." Freya called trying to wake him up, but he leaned even closer, pulling Freya to her chest.
Freya’s mind wandered back to the previous night, the memories were hazy but slowly resurfacing. She recalled chatting with the princess and drinking... Freya groaned, her head pounding seriously. She wasn’t one to drink, her stomach had always been too sensitive, but last night she’d inexplicably accepted Lirien’s offer. And now, Rowan was sleeping beside her. Did they...? Again?! No, surely not. Freya’s thoughts trailed off, her mind too foggy to piece together the events of the previous night.
"Oh no," Freya groaned, she was yet to give it a thought if she wanted to live wild and free like Lirien suggested. She stayed calm on the bed, listening to Rowan’s steady heartbeat while he slept. Raising her face, Freya took in his peaceful sleeping face.
For the first time, Freya saw Rowan truly defenseless, stripped of his usual teasing demeanor and bored gaze. He simply slept, his black hair falling across his face, shielding his eyes, and his full eyebrows furrowing at intervals. His face, wasn’t so smooth, there were faint marks and scars upon closer inspection. Which Freya guessed he’d gotten from battles fought and won.
Freya wondered what had shaped the young man into the free spirited, wild, and captivating fellow. Her fingers itched to trace the contours of his face, to touch his full lips, and trace his sharp jawline.
"He looks innocent while asleep," Freya muttered, looking at him now he didn’t look wild at all. He was just like a big wolf deep in sleep, and it was better not to probe him. Freya had a hard time believing , that the same man sleeping beside her was the same person that made her scream, her body jerk with pleasure. And yet, here he was, sleeping like a baby but still has a skill of a lion.
"Do you like what you see?" Rowan asked, with his deep sleepy voice.
Freya shut her eyes close immediately, pressing her head on Rowan’s chest. One thing was to stare another was to get caught staring.
"Because I like what I see," Rowan stretched, moving his hand on her waist he pulled the girl on his own body. Freya let out a small gasp, when she found her body pressed to Rowan’s own. Her chest pressed on his hard chest, but that wasn’t the only thing hard.
Rowan grinned,when the girl widened her eyes. "I’m not the only one awake," he said, moving his hand down to Freya’s waist, before the girl could say anything his palm cupped the girl’s bottom, raising her flimsy night dress.
"Rowan.." Freya inhaled deeply, the sound of Rowan’s chest rumbling when he spoke and his large palm on her back. Blood rushed up her neck causing a blush to settle on her cheeks.
Rowan’s hand didn’t stop moving, he slapped the girl’s bottom again and hummed when it made a smack sound.
"Ow!" Freya cried, trying to wriggle her body and break free from Rowan’s hold but everytime she moved her body her lower stomach rubbed on Rowan’s hardened shaft.
"You really should stop moving," Rowan let out a sharp exhale when the girl’s core rubbed on his member.
Freya stopped moving, her heart now racing against her chest. She looked at Rowan who was staring back at her unblinkingly. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"You like to be chased hm?" Rowan stopped his hand, looking at the girl. His gaze smouldering.
Freya furrowed her brows, "Chased?" She asked, her forehead greased with confusion.
"Mhm...chased, hunted down like a prey? Do you not know how beautiful you are," Rowan’s eyes narrowed, as he remembered the girl being chased by other men the previous night.
Freya’s memory from the previous night started flooding back, though it was blur but she heard her own voice at the back of her mind shouting for Lirien to raise the flag before she dashed into the woods.
"I was drunk..." Was her soft innocent reply.
Rowan nodded, "You were? And why do you think little girls shouldn’t go close to wine?"
"I’m not a little girl!" The girl whined, hitting Rowan’s chest, when he frowned she realized what she had down, "I’m sorry..."
Rowan’s lips curled, "For making men chase after you, and..." He paused, thinking about how beautiful the girl looked last night, and right now with her morning face and disheveled bird-nest hair. She looked even more beautiful, Rowan wanted to have a taste of her raw essence.
"I deserve more than just an apology, and you deserve to be taught a sweet lesson." He completed, raising her dress slowly until Freya’s bottom was bare for him then he slipped his finger inside her already wet core from behind.
"Mm," Freya sighed, burying her head on Rowan’s chest. No matter how many times she’d felt Rowan’s thumb rub her nub, she couldn’t get used to it. And her core throbbed just by thinking about it.
Rowan smiled, "So responsive," he muttered, feeling the girl drip on his fingers only means she felt the same way for him. Still moving his fingers from behind her wet core, Rowan used his free hand to raise the girl’s face.
"Look at me,"
Freya raised her flushed face, biting her lower lips which helped her hold back her cries of desire. Lost in the dreamy black eyes of Rowan, with his finger giving her aching entrance the attention it needed. Freya curled her toes, her fingers dug mindlessly into Rowan’s skin everytime he moved to the part that made her even more wet.
"Freya!"
Freya jerked when she heard Lirien’s voice, she tried to push Rowan away but he held her at a place.
"Is that girl some type of bitter killjoy," he inhaled, still not letting Freya go. "Stop moving,"
Freya pressed her lips, she didn’t want to get caught by anyone in this position especially not the princess. Though the girl already knew about her affair with Rowan but it was embarrassing getting caught in the act.
"Did you lock the door?" She asked, her eyes darting towards the door.
Rowan hummed thoughtfully, still moving his finger on the girl’s entrance. "I closed it, but locking. I wasn’t paying attention."
"Why?" Freya shouted, hitting Rowan chest’s again, "That was what you did the last time leaving the door open, Don’t you worry that people will walk inside and see us."
Rowan shrugged, "I don’t care," he replied nonchalantly ready to turn Freya on the bed.
"You don’t have any shame" the girl cried, pushing Rowan away from her, when she heard her door creak open she widened her eyes. "Get in, please I don’t want her to see us like this."
Before Rowan could argue Freya pushed him under the sheets trying to keep him hidden. The fault in her plan was making Rowan’s face stay between her legs. Freya added layers of pillows to make it look less suspicious.
"There you are," Lirien raised her eyes heavenward, "I was so worried, I’m so sorry about what happened last night."
Freya fanned herself with her hand, "No problem at all, I’m okay now."
"Are you sure? I mean I didn’t know you don’t take alcohol...I should be protecting your dignity, hope you didn’t make a mess of yourself in front of Rowan." The princess asked with a worried look.
Freya swallowed hard when she heard Rowan’s name and just like the monster that was under the sheets also heard his name. Rowan’s lips pulled up into a mischievous smile on hearing his name. He decided to make Freya pay for hiding him. Slipping his finger back into her wet fold, he pressed her nub with his thumb.
"Ah!" Freya gasped, then widened her eyes, "I mean yes,"
Lirien knitted her brows worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you feel sick...it should be the alcohol,"
Rowan pushed the girl’s leg apart this time, using his this tongue to lap on her lower lips.
"Uhm!" Freya cried, grabbing one of the pillows.
"Freya?!" Lirien called taking a step closer to the girl, she noticed how pillows surrounded the bed. "Are you okay? Don’t you feel hot.."
"Mmm..." She moaned, then blinked, "No- I ...ah!" Freya gasped when she felt Rowan’s tongue suck her shamelessly.
Lirien bit her lips, feeling bad that the alcohol was still affecting Freya, "Should I call your father?"
"No!" Freya shouted, she didn’t want her father to find her in such situation.
Rowan being the devil’s advocate increased his pace, replacing his tongue with his fingers.
"Okay, Rowan?" Lirien asked, she desperately wanted to help her friend who wasn’t looking so well.
"Yes! Yes! Rowan yes!" Freya cried, almost aching her back.
Lirien was happy the girl accepted the help offer, "Okay Rowan. I’ll let him know."
"Yes!! Rowan! Please," Freya gripped the sheets, she was this close to rolling her eyes.
Lirien nodded, "Don’t worry about saving your face, I’m going to explain to him everything. He won’t hate you, I understand how much-" the princess paused, "Freya are you crying?"
Freya bit her lips, she wasn’t crying because she was hurt but she was on the verge of holding in her screams and finding her release. She wished the princess could just leave the room for a minute.
"You lied, about not wanting him. You must really like Rowan right?" The princess folded her arms
"Yes!!" Freya cried, "I mean no! Rowan!"
Seeing how desperate Freya was, the princess ran out of the room not before shouting. "I’ll go get Rowan immediately,"
As Lirien left the room, Freya found her release coming undone with Rowan’s tongue in between her leg. "I hate you," she said with her eyes closed.
Rowan raised his head from the sheet, licking up the essence on the side of his mouth. "No, you don’t."
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