23; HIS

Freya’s POV

I needed a place to cool off, the house felt suffocating. It was sucking out the fresh breath I had around me and replacing it with his.

I stopped at the park after my endless walk around, I sank on the bench, heaving a breath of relief.

Everywhere was calm, children playing around, dogs barking around their guardians—it felt refreshing.

The smell of cigarettes replaced the fresh air that once circulated to me—I gazed around the park looking for the source of the pollution.

Three men stood with each other, talking, laughing, and smoking. No one seemed to mind, but I did. They were disrupting the calmness around the park.

The man in red caught my eyes, his smile turning up into a disgusting smirk. My inner person was telling me to look away but I couldn’t—I glared at them with all I could offer.

“Oi lady, do you want to join us over here?” His southern accent was strong and made his statement hard to understand.

“No thank you, I am not in for the shitty party of three you guys have going on” I yelled, so they could hear me amidst the little chatter going around.

“Ei, we got ourselves a feisty one” another one spoke up, his southern accent coming through for him—they all laughed at something that didn’t seem one bit funny.

They walked over to me slowly, laughing and talking about me, no doubt.

They all squeezed themselves into the little space that was left beside me, one of them wrapping his hand around my shoulder, playing with a strand of my hair.

“I would really appreciate it if you could take your arm off my shoulders” I shrugged it off, moving it just a little.

He leaned closer to me, his breath smelling like cigarettes and booze “And if I don’t?” He looked back at his playmate, all of them laughing once again.

“You sure you wanna find out?” I was boiling with rage at the same time, there was this nervous ball of fright forming in the pit of my stomach.

“What can a thing like you do? we don’t mind you following us back to our apartment and showing us” he whispered in my ear.

My skin felt like it was pricked by insects and they were still walking on my skin. My skin felt clammy but not by my sweats but by theirs.

“Come on” the one beside me stood up, urging me up.

“Let me go, you bastards” I struggled weakly against their hold. The small pit in my stomach had transformed into a bomb and I felt it exploded in me causing fear to flow through my veins.

“What do you guys think you are doing?” a familiar voice spoke up from behind us—we all looked back, I was surprised at the figure of Lucas standing behind us.

They let go of me immediately “We were just having fun man, you are free to join us. We don’t mind” the one who had spoken just a few words said, displaying his yellow smile.

“No, and I would advise you to move along. She isn’t your plaything” Lucas spoke up, his fingers tucked into the pocket of his jeans—he looked cool.

“Alright alright, you can have her. She isn’t someone we would give a hassle for” the guy in red said, raising his hand in surrender—ouch, my self-confidence but I was glad Lucas had shown up at the right time.

“Come on Tom, Peter let's go” he led the way out of the park, the others following suit.

I whirled my head to face the hero standing behind me “Thank you so much, I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here at the right time” I shuddered, all possible ways this could play out going around in my head.

“No problem, fancy seeing you here” he laughed, and I joined him along.

“I just needed a breather,” I explained.

He nodded his head in understanding “I also came here for a stroll when I came across those guys trying to force you to go with them.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, “it seems you guys are somehow familiar with each other?” I inquired.

“No, we aren’t” he grimaced, he looked like he was reliving a memory.

“I just thought so” I looked at my phone checking the time, it was already late, better I head back to avoid a heart full from Oliver, “I think I am going to head back home”

“Till we meet again I guess, so am I worthy of that number?” he smiled.

I nodded my head, imputing the number on his phone he had presented to me.

“I will text you” he waved standing and watching me as I walk out of the park.

The lights were off, everywhere around the house, I placed my hand on the wall looking for the switch to the light when the whole place lit up.

I squinted my eyes, looking at an off Oliver standing in front of me with his hand folded across his chest.

“Why the fuck do you have another man’s scent on you?” he growled—damn his strong scent of smell.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business” I spoke out still mad at him for the things he had said to me.

I hardly registered when he moved, but he was standing in front of me. He pulled me by my waist and pressed me to his body, frozen with anger and a strange desire pulsing through my veins.

His fingers closed around my neck in a chokehold. “You are mine” he growled, rubbing his nose down the side of my face “And when I find out who owns this scent I will make a show to torture him slowly, and kill him when I feel he got what he deserves for touching what belongs to me”

I tinted my head sideways giving him access to my neck, he bent his head low licking my pulse then closed his mouth around it and sucked while he nibbled—the combination sent shivers through my bloodstream.

I felt aroused at the words he said and also afraid for the strange men along with Lucas that had touched me.

“The things I want to do to you” he muttered, his face still in my neck. His voice sent my brain on a drive—I could hear the loud thumps of my heart threatening to break out from the cage my ribs had created.

“Now kitten, let me take you to heaven” His voice had a seductive edge to it, and his index finger dipped into my panties straight to my pussy—where I wanted it to be.