CHAPTER SEVEN—We’re just friends, aren’t we?

Freya Rose Our first night together as Fianna and Fennid was glorious. It was more than just sex; it was intense and mind-blowing. The magnetic connection that we shared was out of this world. The electrical sparks and heat between us, just pushed every feeling and touch into overdrive. We even burst into flames a couple of times and damn near burned the cabin down. I was sure that I heard the smoke alarm go off at one point. The bright sun shone through the gaps in the drapes and gently woke me from my slumber. I let out a little moan while I stretched my arms up into the air. It was a great stretch, you know like one of those stretches that feels almost orgasmic, well it was that good. When I finished my epic stretch, I let loud and obvious yawn, hoping to wake Mason accidentally on purpose.

I mean I didn't want to seem desperate or anything but, well, you know, a girl has needs. I wanted to be able to make it look like I woke him up by accident. But then be like, ‘oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.’ Maybe flutter my eyelashes and pout a bit. No such luck though. He didn't move, well unless you count furrowing his brow, scrunching up his cute little nose and pouting those beautifully plump lips of his. Lips that most women would pay thousands for, I might add. It wasn’t long before he relaxed back into his Angelic sleeping face. I huffed and threw my head down onto the pillow in frustration. Even my mini tantrum didn't wake him up. I lay there in silence for a while, then decided that while I was there, I might as well admire the view. I turned towards him with my head still on the pillow, before gently sweeping a strand of hair off his forehead, before tracing my index finger down his cheek and along his strong jawline. His lips pulled up into a slight smile building my hopes up that he was finally waking up, but nope, still no joy. I lightly huffed again and kicked it up a notch.

***

Mason Hart I'd been awake all-night watching Freya sleep. Creepy I know, but no matter how many times I tried to fall asleep, her nose would twitch in the cutest little way, or she'd let out a sweet little moan or sigh, then I was right back to watching her. I wanted to memorize every tiny detail of her face and take in every Angelic noise she made. I couldn't help myself I was so in love with her and far too excited to sleep, if you catch my drift. The sun began to rise and peeked through the dusty pink curtains, giving the room a soft pink glow to match our auras. Usually, I would have felt nauseous being surrounded by so much pink. It was like we'd been eaten by a giant pink candy floss monster, but it didn't bother me at all. In fact, I think I might have even been converted into liking pink!

No, that's taking it a bit too far. Tolerating it, yeah that's more like it, I could now tolerate pink. How could I not? It permanently surrounded me and the love of my life. I think I became a loather of pink when I hit my mid-twenties. From sixteen years old onwards, each one of my friends had found their Fianna's and their usual white glow turned pink. Before long, I was seeing the color everywhere and it was a constant slap in the face that I hadn't found my Fianna yet. The damn color even began invading my dreams, but now I welcomed it because of Freya.

Freya began to stir. Finally, I thought to myself. I'd been waiting hours for her to wake up. I decided I'd be sneaky and pretend to be asleep and see what she did. I was elated and last night was the most amazing experience of my life. Freya was new to all of it, and she was a hybrid too, so I didn't know how she would feel after the joining. I quickly but very quietly rolled onto my back and laid my head onto the pillow. I waited there for a few moments expecting her to wake up, but she didn't move. I opened my left eye slightly and peered at her, she began to stir again. I looked down and slid the covers off of me so that my whole torso was bare, then giggled to myself and closed my eyes again pretending to be asleep.

She let out the most adorable little moan when she stretched. I struggled to hold myself back from jumping her right then and there. I composed myself when she yawned loudly, it was obvious that she was trying to wake me up, as no one yawns like that. At least I hoped that wasn't her normal yawn, that would take some getting used to. My face began to scrunch up and move when I imagined waking up to that yawn every morning, but when I realized, I quickly took control of myself again and laid there very still. Next came an exaggerated huff, before she collapsed back onto the pillow. She was getting super frustrated, and it took all of my willpower not to burst out laughing at her. She was trying so hard to ‘accidentally’ wake me up and it was the cutest thing ever. I felt her turn towards me, and I guessed that she was watching me sleep. Well at least I knew that I wasn’t the only creep. She brushed a piece of my hair away from my face and swept her finger down my cheek. I could feel the sparks tingling across my skin and my body betrayed me letting a smile creep onto my face when her finger reached my jaw. I promptly composed myself, much to her annoyance. She made that very clear when she released a lo and irritated huff.

She pulled her hand away from my face just as I was about to jump out of my pretend slumber and pounce on her. I resisted the urge while her hand rested just above my skin at the bottom of my neck. It then ever so slowly glided down my chest. Her delicate touch sent sparks and heat coursing through my skin, and I could barely keep it together. I focused as much as I could on staying still, but it was useless, my body failed me yet again. My stomach twitched when her fingers wiggled just above it, sending the sparks shooting through my skin and making my muscles jolt with excitement. I knew I couldn't hold off much longer, especially after her hand had resumed travelling south towards my ever-growing manhood.

***

Freya Rose When my fingers reached his stomach, I watched in fascination as the electrical sparks pulsing out of my fingers hit his abs and made them contract. It was like my fingers were one of those ab trainer exercise thingies you see on the adverts late at night. I giggled to myself and wondered what would happen if I touched his member with those sparks. I casually inched my hand closer and closer to his privates until I was just at the edge of the blanket that covered his manhood.

“What the hell do you think you're doing!?” Mason questioned in a deep and husky voice, making me snatch my hand away from his privates.

I felt like a deer caught in headlights, or a naughty schoolgirl being told off. Thoughts began swimming through my mind. Was he not feeling it anymore? Did he not want me? Oh my God, did he just use me for sex?

I screwed my face up in anger at the thoughts, then turned my head to face him. As my eyes met his beaming grin and smiling green eyes, I knew instantly that he was just joking around.

“Oh, you bastard!” I squealed and tried to playfully hit him with my free hand.

“Hey, hey! If you wanted it rough you only had to ask,” He joked between chuckles while trying to fend off my assaults.

I continued swatting at him, then I suddenly spotted his eyes beginning to illuminate.

“Oh no you don't! No, no, no, no, please Mason, don't you dare!” I screamed and held both of my hands up in the air defensively and he wiggled his fingers at me threatening to tickle me.

He knew that was my ultimate weakness. I turned into complete jelly whenever someone tickled me. I giggled so much that I could barely breathe, and my extremities ceased cooperating with me. On really rare occasions my bladder gave up doing it's one and only job of holding fluid inside of my body. Yup you got it, I laughed so hard I that I pissed myself. So, you could understand why letting him tickle me was completely out of the question. I moved back on the bed slightly then rushed to stand up. I wobbled on my feet a little but steadied myself just as Mason began to move. He lunged for my legs, but I avoided his advances by ascending and diving headfirst off of the bed. I looked like some sort of fucking Ninja when I flipped in the air and landed on my feet. I crouched down low, with one hand holding me up and the other stretched out to my side. Gradually I raised my head for added effect. Mason burst out laughing while he laid on the bed clutching onto the now empty sheets. He had a smirk on his face and his eyes were fixated on mine as he casually got off the bed and stood on the floor.

I cautiously raised myself onto my feet, not daring to take my eyes off of his. I knew that if I let my guard down, even for a second, he would be on me like bees on honey. Standing there in front of each other, he ascended to match me. He placed his hands onto his hips, spread his legs wide apart and raised an eyebrow at me. My eyes widened when I suddenly realized what he was hinting at. We were both completely naked. When he noticed that I was now on the same wavelength he smirked and winked at me. I panicked when I peered around the room and realized that I had no way of escaping him and his demonic, torturous fingers.

“You lose my beautiful Fianna. You have nowhere to run!” He said before letting out an evil chuckle for added emphasis.

He stalked towards me with his hands held out, wiggling them treacherous digits of his at me. Without thinking clearly, I darted for the bedroom door. All I could think of was escaping with my bladder still happily holding onto all of my bodily fluids. After grabbing the door handle, I yanked it open and sprinting out of the bedroom. Within seconds I could hear Mason calling after me as I ran full speed down the hallway.

***

Mason Hart I rushed out of the bedroom and chased after Freya. I couldn't believe she had just run out of the bedroom completely naked. I couldn't help but giggle every time I called out to her, and she'd let out a high-pitched scream before running even faster. The girl was damn fast, and I could barely keep up with her. Although in my defense, I wasn't really pushing myself to full speed. That was mainly because I was very much enjoying watching her bare ass wobble about while she ran away from me.

***

Freya Rose I could hear Mason chuckling behind me.

“I'm glad you're finding this funny asshole!” I peeked over my shoulder and screamed at Mason loud enough for him to hear me, as he struggled to keep up.

I was so glad there was no one awake. Although with all my screaming and Mason's girly giggling it was only a matter of time before…

“Ooofff!”

I didn't exactly know what I'd run into. All I knew was that it was bigger than me and rock solid. I fell forwards at a ridiculously slow speed while turning my head around to see what object was still attached to the front of my naked body. It too, was now gradually falling to the floor with me. My widened when I was faced with two rows of brilliant white teeth that sat in between two fully stretched out plump lips. I grimaced when I realized instantly who that stupid smirk belonged to.

“Well good morning to you too, Angel Cakes,” Evan greeted me with a silky tone to his voice.

We hit the floor with a thud as time suddenly sped back up. I exhaled heavily when my chest collided with his. I managed to hold my head back so that I didn't head-butt the idiot in the face. Why I bothered though I didn't know. What I did know was that he wouldn't let me live this horror down, for a very long time. I was so mortified that I didn't want to get up. I was sure he'd had more than an eye full as I ran towards him, but I really didn't want to get up and let him see it all over again. I placed my head down onto Evan's bare chest and gave up completely. I was done. I really didn't know what to do at that point. It seemed as if my brain had just abandoned me, and my wolf was still ignoring me since I tried to end my life. Mason was no fucking help either, the butt head. He finally caught up to us and I heard him hit the floor laughing his head off. He even snorted a couple of times, the jerk.

“I'm glad you're finding this funny. You’re a dick!” He just laughed even harder. Then to top it off, my head began bouncing around uncontrollably as Evan's chest jumped up and down with his own rumbling laughter. “You're both assholes. You know that, right?” I yelled at them both.

“Oh, come on sweet cheeks admit it, this is hilarious!” He mocked me while slapping my bare ass cheek.

Oh, that is it! That little tap on my butt sent my annoyance at the pair of them through the roof. I thought Mason might have had something to say about his cousin slapping my bare ass, but nope, he seemed to just find it even more hilarious. I'd had enough of being embarrassed, I am a Fionn for Christ’s sake, I screamed at myself, man the fuck up Freya!

I pulled my legs forward and sat up straight so that I was now straddling Evan. His laughter ceased instantly. His face grew worried while his eyes scanned up my very naked privates to my flat stomach, then up to my ample breasts, before landing on my extremely pissed off face. My eyes scowled and my mouth grew into an evil grin. I glanced sideways at my raised arm. He followed my gaze and saw my clenched fist aimed at his head. Before he had a chance to react, I punched him right in his stupid face.

“Fuck! What was that for, Angel cakes?” He questioned and held his left eye.

Before replying I punched him again splitting his lip open. He cried out again, but I ignored him and rose to my feet. Towering above him I looked down at him and said with a grin, “The first one was for slapping my ass and the second was for calling me Angel cakes. Thank you for breaking my fall with your stupid meathead.”

And with that said, I stepped over him, flipped my hair behind me and strutted away. I even made sure to swing my hips while he watched me walk away. I strode towards a now much more serious and well-behaved Mason. Grabbing him by his ear, I yanked him up onto his feet.

“Ow, ow, ow, Freya. I can stand by myself you know,” he whined.

“I know, but I like to pull you around by your ears. It makes me feel whole.”

I tried really hard to control myself, but a little snigger burst through my lips. I coughed and choked it back. His response was to drop his bottom lip and give me puppy dog eyes. I wasn't falling for it, I let go of his ear and pointed towards the bedroom door and in a dominant voice ordered, “Now get your sexy ass in there. You have some major groveling to do, Mister.”

“Yes, Ma'am!”

He strolled towards the bedroom while I followed behind him. He entered the bedroom, but I paused at the doorway and looked down the hallway towards Evan. I felt bad for marking his face, but he needed to learn that he couldn't just touch me whenever he felt like it. I was Mason's Fianna, and the groups Fionn. He needed to know his place. He sat in the middle of the hallway staring at me, but he wasn't wearing the expression that I was expecting him to. I was expecting him to be pissed off, or at least a little bit embarrassed by being beaten up by a girl. But he was watching me in awe and dare I say it lust. Yes, that was definitely the look I was seeing plastered across his face. I instantly told myself that I was being stupid. He was Mason's cousin and was with Ellie. He doesn't have any sort of feelings for me. We're just friends, aren't we?

Mason's hand grabbed a hold of my arm while I watched Evan stare into my eyes. He bit his bottom lip, making me crimp my brow in confusion. I'd never suspected any sort of feelings from Evan towards me, just goofy banter. Maybe I'm reading too much into this? Yeah, that's got to be it, I thought. That theory was soon squashed when he shot me a sexy wink. What the hell was all that about? I thought just as Mason dragged me into the bedroom and slammed the door behind us.