Page 28 of Keeping Freya
“Ooooooooh.” She moans loudly, and the rubbing turns frantic. “T’Rak. I’m gonna…”
She is going to cum and I am right there with her. She shouts out as she starts trembling, and the scent of her arousal is overbearing. I cannot hold it any longer, and I groan out her name as I cum. Like I have never before.
Panting, we look at each other. I do not dare move, afraid of her reaction.
“You ah—you made quite the mess.” She blushes and giggles.
“I will clean it up in a minute.” My voice is gruff, and I focus on her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think I am.” She is silent as if the words are really sinking into her. I give her a curt nod before I pick up her discarded trousers and hand them to her. Turning around, I grab my own and quickly get dressed. I stalk towards the kitchen to grab a rag and return to clean the floor. No need to keep this waiting for the cleaning bots.
“So…” she drawls, and I look at her. “You’re a virgin?”
I nod while I continue cleaning.
“Why?”
I shrug and throw the rag in a corner when I rise. “I never saw the need. My Zarra is the only one that matters. Why would I chase pleasure with someone who can never be part of my future? That felt like a waste of time, so I would rather focus on the mission. I always believed that the stars would guide me in the right direction when it was my time.”
The words sting, and my tail flicks across the floor as agitation flows through me.
“I’m sorry fate paired you with me,” she whispers.
“You should not feel sorry; I most certainly am not.” I walk towards her and tip her chin so she has to look at me. You are fierce, brave, and so strong. I like the way you challenge me.”
I take a moment to find the right words. “I am very grateful I met you.”
The bond pulses, and I see her pupils widen as if she also feels it.
“Remember that the next time you’re angry with me,” she grins before she walks away, and I shake my head.
CHAPTER 17
T’Rak
Sleep eluded me last night after Fr’Ya went to bed. Trust is building between us, and our shared intimacy showed me that. Such a gift. I spent the entire night thinking of what to do next. I do not want to pressure her, but if there is an inkling of hope that she will accept me and our bond, I will take it. I consider myself a good male, but I cannot think straight when it comes to her. She is all I ever wanted and all I will ever need.
When I enter the training center, her scent almost knocks me off my feet. She is working up a sweat already, which enhances her earthy essence.
She turns when she hears me enter.
“Hi!” she says, and her chest heaves. “Did you sleep well?”
I arch a brow and grunt. Maybe she slept easily; she sure is good-tempered today.
“Mind your form.” I walk up to her and position her in front of the punching bags, lifting her upper arms in front of her. “Always protect your face.”
She huffs but does as I say, and we continue training like we have in the past days: physical in the morning and target practice in the afternoon.
Target practice is torture. I step in behind her, immediately breathing in her scent. The bond pulses, but I shove it down. With a grunt, I tip her elbow up and keep it there. “Now throw.”
She throws, and the knife hits the target exactly at the mark. Cheering, she throws her hands up before she turns around. “I did it!”
I can only smile. “Yes, you did.” We look at each other for a moment, and the air is electrified. The bond pulses, my cock rises. Her breath hitches in her throat, and she audibly swallows as she looks at my mouth. Distracted. Her win from a moment ago is completely forgotten.
“T’Rak…” My name is a breathy whisper on her lips, making my tail act on its own accord. I caress the back of her neck with the tip of my tail before slowly sliding it down across her spine. She shivers, and I hold back a groan.
“I still want you, Fr’Ya. And it kills me that you do not want me back, but I will respect your wishes. I will back down if that is what you really want.”
