Page 118 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“And?” I say with conviction. “Darkness is not necessarily a bad thing, and prophecies are always very vague. We don’t know what darkness even stands for. It could be a metaphor for something else.” I pause. “I know my mother. I might not understand her gift, but I know her, and I know she likes you a lot.”

Freya seems to be lost in her thoughts before she chuckles. “I like her too, she's so cool.”

We missed dinner with the rest of the pack today, so I offer to order something for us. Ignoring Max’s chants for chicken wings, I tell Freya the kitchen staff will be happy to prepare us something. I know they always have a stash of frozen food around, well aware that my brothers and I can eat a lot, and my father is often in long meetings and tends to eat at ungodly hours.

I link the head of the kitchen staff. Helen has just had an argument with her mate, one of the chefs, so she is eager to prepare something for us instead of dealing with him.

When I turn my attention back to my mate, my eyes widen. I was only absent for one minute, and she is suddenly only wearing black lace panties.

“You didn’t give me enough time to put on my bra,” she says quietly, spinning around in front of me. Her beautiful red hair flies around while she does so, making her white skin look almost illuminated.

Her skin is really white like chicken,Max chimes in, the sight of his mate exciting him.Or fish!Coming from him, that’s a compliment. He has been hot for fish and chips recently.

“I thought you wanted to see what I got today.” Freya smiles at me, fortunately, unable to read my mind, and hence misses the fish comparison from Max. She grabs the bra out of the bag with her lingerie.

I stop her with a growl, and she drops it again, eyeing me in mock innocence. “How long until dinner?”

“Long enough,” I breathe out, striding towards her and sweeping her into my arms. She wraps her legs around me while one of my arms wraps around her back for balance, and firmly sets the other on her ass. Her panties are disappearing between her butt cheeks. “Fuck,” I growl, pressing her against the wall while I fumble with my belt and pants. Freya helps me by trying to free my shirt from its buttons.

“Forget it,” she moans when I struggle to get my pants off fully. “Take me like that, Finn.”

“You’re so hot when you are demanding,” I breathe into her neck. She is so beautiful, I think, almost surreal. There are beautiful girls, pretty girls, attractive girls, sexy ones, and charismatic ones. But Freya is her own whole category and it’s freaking incredible.

She clings to my neck now, rubbing her core against my crotch. My erection feels almost painfully hard. I pull her panties to the side before plunging into her with one thrust. A shiver goes through her body as she moans. She buries her head in my neck, her lips grazing my marking spot.

I wish she could mark me. Hopefully, we can do that once Sereia is stronger.

I bury myself deep inside her, lifting her a bit higher to get a better angle. I snap my hips upwards with more force now. Her fingers dive through my hair, gripping it for support. Our bodies are pressed so tight against each other that her breasts are squeezed against my chest, rubbing over my skin whenever I move my hips. I can feel her nipples harden, and it’s just so fucking hot.

She arches her back a bit, giving me the perfect opportunity to attack her neck.

There is no other sound to be heard than my flesh hitting hers and our grunts and moans. Freya holds onto my shoulders as if her life depends on it, digging her fingers so deep into my skin it almost hurts. It’s the most pleasurable pain ever.

Her moans spur me on further. I keep one of my hands around her ass to support her while my other hand moves towards her hair, grabbing some of it to pull it to the side. I attack her neck instantly, her marking spot in particular, before I let go of her hair to grab one of her perky breasts, squeezing it. I love how they feel in my hands.

“Finn,” she moans, her voice trembling slightly.

With a growl, I rip her panties into pieces to get rid of them. Then I pull her against my body, holding her tight while carrying her to the sofa, carefully laying her down on her back. She instantly wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her. This position gives me a better angle, and I place her legs above my shoulders, plunging into her deep.

She moans. “This… Finn… oh fuck…”

This must be it. I make sure to hit the same spot again while one of my hands makes its way between our bodies, my fingers circling her clit. My other hand goes back to squeezing her nipples, and I notice how her body shivers at my ministrations. “That’s it, baby,” I groan, pushing into her relentlessly.

I can feel her walls clench around me tightly while a shudder ravages her body. It’s the final push I need, feeling how my dick pulsates before emptying my seed inside her. Knowing she is on birth control, neither of us bothered with condoms.

Freya keeps her arms around me tightly while I stay buried inside her.

I wish I could take her for another round, but unfortunately, a mind link reaches me that our dinner is on its way. I groan. “Food’s coming.”

Even Max is reluctant to let her go. Freya won against his burgers. This means a lot.

I stand up with a groan, pulling Freya up with me. We clean up in record time. I don’t bother putting on a shirt; I just put on a fresh pair of pants while Freya snuggles into a warm bathrobe. Her stomach rumbles slightly. “Sorry.” She looks a bit flustered, but then chuckles a bit.

“Don’t be.” I peck her lips. “I’m hungry too.”

“Finn,” she says before I can open the door and accept our food.

“Yes?”

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