CHAPTER SIX—Do You Want Us to Stop?

Freya Rose Kissing Sam felt amazing, but I couldn't help but feel guilty. I still loved Mason. Hell, if I was honest with myself, I still loved Tristan too. All that had happened the last few months, had turned me into someone I didn't even recognize anymore. I never thought that I would be a cheat. A few months back, I had all that I'd ever wanted, how did my life get so crazy?

“Freya, are you okay? Do you want us to stop?” Sam asked me while pulling away from me and looked down at me with an upset look on his face.

I hadn't realized that when my thoughts took over, I had stopped kissing Sam. I stared up into his big golden-brown eyes. I'd never really looked at them, I mean really looked. They were dark brown with flex of gold through them, making them a gorgeous golden-brown color. He searched my eyes, clearly trying to figure out what I was thinking. I closed my eyes with a sigh, and he got off of me, then walked away.

I opened my eyes again and sat myself up on the bed. I then watched him as he ran both of his hands through his thick raven hair. He let out a low sigh and I decided it was about time that I asked him some questions. I stood up and went to my closet, picked out a black strappy top and some black leggings. I got dressed and as I was putting on my top, Sam began to walk towards the bedroom door.

“Sam? Please don't leave,” I said softly as I finished pulling my top down.

He stopped, but didn't turn around, so, I strolled over to him and slid my hand into his, interlocking my fingers with his. He squeezed my hand and raised it up to his soft lips for a kiss. My heart fluttered at his touch. I really couldn't understand how I could have fallen for three different men. There is definitely something wrong with me, I thought to myself. Sam guided me out of the room and through the mansion. I followed willingly, but I was curious as to where we were going.

“Sam?”

His head shot around, and he put his finger up to his lips. He then tapped his ear, indicating that people could be listening. I fell silent again and followed along as he gently pulled me through the stunning mansion. We finally reached a hallway that had lots of full-length paintings on the walls. The paintings were of attractive men all in black suits and each one wore a broach that looked like a lightning bolt surrounded by flames. There were thirteen pictures in total. As we casually walked down the hall, I stopped in my tracks when I came across a picture of my father. He looked a lot younger, maybe about twenty-one or so. Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I quickly held them back. Sam stopped next to me and looked up at the painting.

“Was this your father?”

I nodded my head and placed my hand onto the painting. Seeing it there made me feel at peace, almost like he was watching over me. I felt sad that I didn't get the chance to know him better. Maybe in another life dad, I said in my mind.

“Where are we going?”

He didn't answer, he bowed his head towards my dad's painting and then continued to gently pull me down the corridor. We got to the end and there was a giant gold-framed mirror on the back wall. Sam placed his hand on the mirror and to my surprise, a digital keypad appeared on the reflective glass. He keyed in some numbers, and I watched with fascination as a red light fanned out and scanned over his face. It was like watching something out of the movies. Once the mirror had scanned Sam, the glass slid up into the ceiling. He stepped over the mirror's frame and then held his hand out for me. I took his hand and stepped over the frame and into a stunning room. As we entered the room the mirror's glass slid back down and locked into place.

On this side of the wall, the mirror looked exactly the same, with the same gold frame. I scanned around the room, and it was as stunning as the rest of the mansion. Along the walls either side of the room were duck egg blue couches, they stretched from one end of the room to the other. In front of them were six crystal coffee tables and at the ends of the couches were four crystal end tables, that each had a fancy lamp on top of them. At the end of the room were two arched windows that looked out onto the forest. Sam walked over to a double glass fronted refrigerator that was stocked full of drinks. Next to that was a bar.

He poured out two whiskeys and brought them over to me. He moved his hand towards the couch and then pointed a finger at it. I silently obeyed and took a seat. The couch was much like the bed in my room, super comfy, like I had just sat on a cloud. It molded around my ass but still held me firmly in place. I relaxed back into the couch as Sam sat down beside me. He held out the whiskey glass and I promptly took it from him. Sitting back onto the chair, he stretched his arm behind me, resting it on the top of the couch. I could feel his fingers gently teasing strands of my hair and with the added scent of his Joop, I'd never wanted anyone more.

I sipped my whiskey hoping that it would drown the butterflies that were fluttering around in my tummy, but it didn't, it seemed to excite them even more. I could feel that Mina was beyond pissed off, but she wasn't too happy when I was with Mason either. But, with Tristan not wanting us and choosing Elsa instead, Mina just made herself scarce whenever my feelings for someone else took hold. I knew the feelings that were gradually building for Sam weren't healthy. I mean not only was he a vampire, but he was working with the hunter's council. Oh, and not to mention, that he was with my demented aunt Kali.

What are you thinking Freya? I shouted into my mind.

I was so consumed with my inner thoughts and feelings, that I didn't realize that I'd let out a low sigh. Sam instantly removed his arm from behind me and took my glass from me. He leaned forwards and placed the two whiskey glasses down onto the crystal coffee table, before turning around on the couch to face me. He began stroking my cheek gently with his hand. His touch was cold, but it didn't make me shiver. Since being turned into a wolf, my body ran hot, so the cooling touch of his fingers felt intense against my flushed skin.

“I'm sorry, Freya,” he whispered, as he slid his hand down to my chin and then gently tilted my head up to look at him.

His words caught me off guard, it wasn't something that I was expecting him to say. I furrowed my brow and then asked, “What are you sorry for, Sam?”

I knew exactly what he should be sorry for, but I needed him to say it. He pulled his hand away from my face and swept it through his hair. I could feel myself heating up even more as I watched him. My eyes followed his hand as he lowered it down past his masculine jawline. I suddenly found my gaze following his jawline and along to his inviting lips. His tongue popped out ever so slightly and licked his bottom lip. He pulled his bottom lip in with his top lip, and when it slid back out, it was glistening, and I could barely control myself. I could feel my blood rushing through my veins, my pulse speeding and I could even hear my heartbeat in my ears. When I noticed that I'd been staring at his lips for a little too long, I blushed a little and gradually raised my eyes to meet his. They weren't the golden-brown color that I had seen earlier, they were now coal black with lust.

My mind began to remember what it was like to look into eyes like them. I'd seen them so many times before. At tragic times in my life, like when Balan killed my mother. And again, at happier and exciting times with Tristan. I bit my lip when my mind began to remember, but before it had a chance to run away with itself, Sam took my face into his hands and with a soft exhale he slammed his lips onto mine, instantly bringing me back into the moment. He was gentlemanly in his kiss, his soft cool hands holding delicately onto my face, as his velvet lips gently caressed mine. It wasn't a forceful kiss, not one that was messy or rough, it was romantic and passionate. I hadn't been kissed like that before. His tongue wasn't begging to be let in, it seemed as if his lips were savoring every light touch of mine. I could hear his heart pounding against his chest and his breath was labored, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. Sliding his right hand around the back of my head, he gently plucked me in to deepen the kiss.

I couldn't resist him anymore, without taking my lips off of his, I stood up and edged towards him. Positioning my arms on his broad shoulders, I ran my fingers through his smooth raven hair. He rotated so that his back was on the couch, allowing me to place a knee either side of his legs. I eased myself onto his lap and was immediately greeted by his erect member. It was trying its best to burst out of his tailored suit pants. As I rested my crotch onto his, he let out the sexiest velvety moan against my lips. I’d never heard a sound like that come out of a man. The sound of it made the pulsing in my bud go into overdrive and I was the wettest I had ever been. It was like I'd already orgasmed. I didn't know how it was possible, but every cell in my body was screaming out for him.

My thoughts, feelings, hell, even the world around me didn't exist anymore. All that filled my entire being was the need for this man. I pushed harder into the kiss and as I did, I rolled my hips in a circular motion, grinding myself against his throbbing member. I could feel each twitch of his manhood and my bud replied with throbs of its own. He let out another velvety moan and to my surprise, I growled in response. Mina was back in the room, I guess this was too good for her to ignore. Her primal urges molded with my own, and we were going to take this man, now. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and the instant that our tongues met, everything sped up. The gentleness that he was showing me was tossed aside and out came the beast that I knew resided within him. In seconds he'd put his hands on my waist and stood up, lifting me up with him like I was as light as air. He carried me over to the end of the room and laid me down onto a plush rug. I laid there panting as I stared up at him.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded in a low and velvety voice.

I smiled up at him. He was so dominant and authoritative that I dared not argue back. Well, to be completely honest, I didn't want to disobey him anyway, I liked exactly where this was going. So, I sat up and pulled my top up and over my head, then took off my bra and threw it at his feet. Then while holding onto my thong and leggings, I lifted my ass up and slid them both off too. I laid back down and waited for my next order.

“Good girl. Now, touch yourself. Show me how much you want me.” I furrowed my brows slightly. I'd never really just laid in front of someone touching myself before. Sure, I'd played with myself many a time and I'd touched myself while in the middle of sex or foreplay. But I'd never just laid there touching myself while someone watched. I felt a little self-conscious to be completely honest. “Now! I won't ask you again,” he boomed.

It was so loud and dominant, but it wasn’t scary, it actually turned me on even more, if that was even possible. Without even thinking my hand began to slide down my stomach and towards my crotch, it was the strangest feeling. It was like my hand had a mind of its own, like Samael was somehow controlling it. My body shuddered as my fingers reached my bud and a sweet moan escaped my lips.

“That's it, love.”

I watched him intently while my finger began to circle my bud, moving it just ever so slightly. Every touch was like a pulse of electricity and each pulse made me moan out with pleasure. I bit my lip when Sam undone his belt. He pulled it out of his pants, and it clinked when he placed it down onto the crystal coffee table. He began to unbutton his shirt, and as he did, my hand sped up and the circular motion on my bud became more frantic. I closed my eyes as I became less nervous and eased into the enjoyment of it. When I opened up my eyes again, Sam was completely naked. I knew vampires could move fast, but in the few seconds that my eyes were closed, he had managed to strip completely, fold his clothes and lay them down neatly onto the table. I moaned again, but this time it was mixed with a sigh, I was looking forward to watching him slowly undress.

“Turn over and get onto all fours,” he demanded, with not even so much as a, please.

I didn't know how long I was going to be able to obey his every order, my legs were soaked already. I needed him and if he didn't hurry up, I was about to go and jump his gorgeous, naked ass. I did as I was told and got onto all fours, then peeked back and watched as Sam walked over to the mirror and keyed in a number into the control panel. The mirror beeped and flashed red. It then turned completely black like it had powered down or something.

“Now no one can disturb us, love,” Sam said in his velvety voice as he walked back towards the table. He stood behind me and said in a demanding tone, “head forwards Freya.”

I obeyed yet again and hoped to God he'd speed things up, the waiting was killing me. As soon as my eyes gazed upon the wall in front of me, I heard a loud slap noise. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, until a few seconds later when the pain hit my backside. I jolted forwards a little and my mind was racing, trying to work out exactly what had just happened. I gasped when another slap noise echoed through the room, but the pain this time wasn't as intense, and a strange pleasure was mixed with the sting.

My breath became labored and I oddly found myself begging for another slap. I didn't have to wait long as another one made its way across my backside. I moaned out with pleasure when he grabbed my delicate ass cheek with his ice-cold hand. The cooling effect of his hand instantly soothed my throbbing ass cheek. I used the opportunity to peek back and see what he'd been hitting me with. He was holding his black leather belt. It was folded in half and resting against his leg.

“I thought I said head forwards, love!”

I shot my head back around and stared at the wall again, like a naughty schoolgirl. “Now, this room is soundproof, which is a good job, because I am going to make you scream louder than you have ever screamed in your life.”

A smile spread across my face, I needed him so much more than I’d ever needed anyone before. I didn't know if it was the dominance, or just him, but I was so invested. I felt him kneel down behind me, his cool hands slid up the outsides of my thighs and cane to rest on my hips. His cool touch made goosebumps pop up all over my body. One of his hands slipped off of my hip and vanished for a few seconds, only to then reappear at my opening. He slipped two of his cool fingers into my pussy and I was so wet by now that they slid in with ease. He pulled them back out, before replacing them with his ice-cold tip. He pressed up against my opening and it felt very odd, like I was about to be fucked by an ice pop. But it felt amazing against the heat of my lips, so I wasn't complaining.

He eased his tip in gently and I gradually stretched around it. I thought he was going to go slow and gentle, but I was very wrong. As soon as the tip was inside me, he pushed his hips hard and thrust the rest of his manhood into me. It came to a stop with a loud slap of his cold hips smashing into my hot ass cheeks. I screamed out as our bodies collided with an unimaginable force. Luckily, he was holding onto my hips, otherwise I think I would have gone headfirst through the wall. He pulled his manhood almost all the way out, then slammed it back into me. I screamed out again, this time my goosebumps had goosebumps and my nipples were so hard, that I could have opened bottle tops with them.

He quickened the pace, and I didn't understand how he could slam into me that damn fast, as well as have that much power behind it. Each pound was blowing my mind, my screams were getting louder and louder. My bud began to throb when I heard his velvety moans join in with my screams. Our bodies were polar opposites in heat, and it made us melt each time we collided. He slammed his cock into me a few more times and I was so close to climaxing, but suddenly I felt him remove his hands from my hips, then seconds later his belt was suddenly around my neck. I panicked and quickly raised one hands to try and pry off the belt, but it was too tight. Tears streamed down my face, as pure panic overtook me.

“Relax, love, you can trust me,” Sam’s velvety voice sung through the air, it was like it was being carried on a breeze and as it swept around me my body instantly relaxed.

His voice was hypnotic, and I slipped down onto my elbows and let him continue. It was an extremely strange feeling, my body wasn't my own anymore, it was like I was slowly floating away from it. I could feel every thrust of his hips, every pound of his cock, every soft touch of his cold fingers and every tighten of the leather belt. But all I could focus on was the wave upon wave of pleasure that was building up within me. He pounded a few more times and then let out a ferocious groan as he climaxed into me, as he did it set off my own climax. It felt like the most intense orgasm I had ever had, but it was also euphoric. It felt like a volcano had just erupted inside of me, but then was instantly cooled by an avalanche. It was a perfect mix of heat and ice.

As I began to come down from my climax, I realized that the belt had completely cut off my air supply. I went limp, but Sam swept me up into his arms before I could hit the floor. My body was numb from the lack of oxygen and the climax that was still strangely happening. Each time I felt like the climax was finishing, his fingers would gently caress a part of my skin and a new wave of pleasure would flow through my body. Sam took the belt off of my neck and laid me back onto the rug. He then laid beside me with his head rested on his hand, while his other hand gently stroked my hair.

“Don't panic Freya, this is what happens when you have sex with a vampire Sire. We release a venom when we ejaculate, it makes your orgasm last a lot longer. It also has a sedative agent in it, so you won't be able to move for a while. Just lay back and enjoy it, love. I will keep you safe, you can trust me.”

I didn't feel comfortable being this vulnerable, stuck there laying on the rug, with a guy who had betrayed me. But weirdly I trusted him, his words sounded true. He got up for a few minutes and as I couldn't move my head to watch him, I began to panic. I didn't know where he had gone, or what he was doing. Suddenly, he appeared again. He was now dressed, and he wore a huge smile on his face. He placed a soft blanket over me, then sat down beside me again. He eventually scooped me up onto his lap and rested his cheek on my head while delicately stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I have been in love with you for months, Freya, but I fought against myself. You look just like, Kali and that scared the hell out of me. But I soon realized you are nothing like her. Not all vampires are evil and callus. I thought I loved Kali, but she is not who I thought she was,” he paused for a second as he stood up and carried me over to the couch.

He sat on the couch, and I was slowly beginning to gain movement back. He smiled at me and kissed my lips. A low moan escaped me as soon as his lips touched mine. I was able to move my arm now, so I raised my hand and placed it onto his cheek as he kissed me. He pulled away and began to speak again.

“When I first saw you, I panicked. Feelings for you instantly took over me and I knew I had to make you mine. But with Kali around, I needed to distance myself, I needed to keep you safe from her. When you were stabbed and Selene informed me that your mind had escaped to the moon realm, I couldn't stay away. The more time I spent with you, the more I knew, that it was never Kali who was destined to be my Queen, it was always you.”