The Rogue Queen

Chapter 10

He scrunched his nose and exhaled loudly. "I told you, I want you."

Smooth! Gunnar encouraged proudly.

Freya turned and quickened her pace to walk away from him towards the car.

I did not expect that reaction. Gunnar said, shocked.

Ugh, me either. Oliver followed after her. He could hear her heart racing faintly ahead of him.

'Freya, stop, what did I say wrong? Have I read the situation wrong between us? "

'You're about to become my boss, and I don't want a mate. You want a fated mate, so let's just agree to be friends.' She continued walking, and so he grabbed her hand and turned her to face him. Never before had anyone driven him as crazy in so many ways.

He laughed, "Is that what you really want, to just be friends?" He didn't believe her. The racing of her heart told him she wasn't being truthful.

"Ye..yessss" she stuttered, unconvincing as she turned to finally look him in the eyes. Goddess how her green eyes were beautifully mesmerising Oliver thought to himself.

"I don't believe you. Your body betrays you." He placed two fingers on her wrist, your pulse quickens when I'm near you, more so when I touch you, your scent, well I can smell your arousal, I can hear your heart racing, I can see the pink flush in your cheeks and I know you can feel just how hard I am." He pressed up against her, causing her to gasp when she felt the bulge. She took a step backwards and found herself caught between Oliver and the hood of the car.

The corners of his lips turned up as she looked up at him through her lashes. He caught her around the waist, swiftly lifting her onto the hood of his car as a small squeak escaped her. Oliver leaned over her, and she instinctively tilted her head up towards him. He wasn't wrong, her heart was racing and she was sure the temperature had just risen significantly. He placed his palm on the inside of her thighs just above her knees and gently pushed her knees apart. Freya put up no resistance. She felt absolutely powerless, like her soul had left her body at his touch, and she was completely at his mercy.

He leaned in closer to just above her ear and began to whisper, "I don't want to just be friends, and I don't think you do either. And I think you need more than that, you deserve volcanic level eruptions and I can give you that, I could make you feel things that you never thought possible" he was close enough that his hot breath danced upon her skin and she held her breath as he ran one finger up the inside of her thigh before letting the shiver break free and roll through her. His eyes felt too intense as they refused to break the connection to hers. Oliver felt it all too. He was struggling to control himself. All he wanted to do right now was take her here, to taste her and feel himself inside her. His heart threatened to overwhelm him and break free from his chest.

Freya parted her lips slightly, and he lost all control. His lips caught hers, and her tongue found his quickly, matching him stroke for stroke. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs captured his waist. It didn't take long before both of them were panting. The kisses were frenzied and deep as he tangled his fingers through her hair, her scent driving his wolf crazy as his lips moved down her neck.

"Don't stop," she whispered breathlessly as he moved lower as she lay back onto the hood. Oliver peppered her skin with shallow kisses before pushing up her top and moving his tongue to massage the mound just outside her bra as his fingers swept over the plain black material, stopping briefly as he felt the erect pebbles. Freya moaned loudly, Oliver taking this as encouragement he pushed one cup down to expose the flesh before flicking his tongue over the sensitive area and then swirling it as she arched her back and let out a low moan.

The anticipation was killing him as he fumbled with the button on her jeans, he could feel Gunnar trying to push through in frustration, he was as desperate to taste her as Oliver and wanted to speed up the pace.

"It's our first time." Hera announced nervously, pushing through and catching both Freya and Oliver off guard.

Oliver stopped what he was doing, and Freya cursed under her breath as she let herself flop onto the hood.

I swear I'm going to find a way to kill you! She threatened her wolf, Why would you do that? You've ruined the moment. He didn't need to know.

"Are you ok?" He asked, not sure what else to say.

"I'm going to kill my wolf," she muttered angrily, but in truth, she was embarrassed and a bit humiliated. She hadn't wanted him to stop, and the fact that he did so abruptly left her wondering why her being a virgin had bothered him so much. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't be the first virgin that he was with. She couldn't meet his eye as she tried to fix her clothing to feel less exposed.

Oliver took her hand to pull her up off the hood and into himself. He wrapped his other arm around her waist before placing a small kiss on her forehead. Freya's spine turned to steel, and how he held her felt intimate, but that kiss felt friendly, like something she expected someone to do to their pup. Oliver could sense the tension that had taken over her body and how rigid she became in his arms.

She thinks we don't want her. Gunnar said meekly, and Oliver nodded internally. He knew his wolf was right, and he had to fix this. His shock at hearing she was a virgin had caused him to react in a way that was unexpected to him. He hadn't been bothered before with others, but she was different, but he couldn't understand why she was different. Why should her being a virgin bother him so much?

He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, yet Freya didn't move. He sighed, his warm breath fanning her face and making her skin dance and sing at the same time.

"I shouldn't have reacted like that, I just didn't expect it. You've got no idea how much I want you, how much I want to taste you, and feel myself inside of you." He crooned as he kissed the side of her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt from head to toe.

Freya held in the moan that was clawing her throat to escape.

"And me being a virgin changes that?" She said blankly, not able to disguise the hurt in her voice or the accusation in her tone, "I know I can't be the first Virgin you've been with."

"You're not," he admitted as a bolt of shame hit him, "and I didn't care then about them. It doesn't change it in the way you're thinking."

"Please stop talking in riddles" she put her hand on his chest to try put a barrier between them, Oliver looked down at her hand as the corner of his lip threatened to upturn to a smile. Her touch felt like a fire had been ignited under his skin.

"I don't know what's going on between us, but you and I both know that just being friends isn't going to work out. I'm already trying to work out ways in my head that I can continue to see you when I leave for Silver Springs permanently." He sighed, "and before you jump to conclusions, that's not the reason I fought to have you work with me. All those reasons I said before were true. I'm trying to think of reasons why I need to come to Red Mountain to visit you or have you come to Silver Springs."

"But we aren't mates, there's no mate bond, I'm sure of it, and Hera's sure of it, and besides that…"

"I know you don't want a mate, I'm not asking you to choose me as a mate, and I'm not saying that I am planning to choose you as a mate. I still want to meet my fated mate. I know we aren't mates, but there is a connection there. I want you in ways that I've never wanted another, she wolf. I know it's not a mate bond. Believe me, I've asked Gunnar if he's sure. Maybe it's just a higher level of lust than I've experienced before, all I know is that I think you're the most beautiful wolf I've ever seen, I find myself wanting to spend time with you and thinking about you when I'm not with you. I like you, and you deserve more than outside on the hood of my car for your first time! I won't take you like that."

Freya looked up at him through his lashes and chewed on her lower lip whilst trying to think up a response. She couldn't deny there was a connection, the level of attraction that she felt towards him was off the scale but it didn't change her view on mates nor did it change him wanting a fated mate.

Please can you just suggest that we become f**k buddies? Hera pleaded.

Freya pursed her lips "So what is it that you want? A fling? To just f**k?"

"Do we need to label it? Can't we just see how it goes and let whatever it is develop organically? You don't want a mate and I want my fated mate so it's not like there are feelings at risk."

I'm beginning to think Sarah is right. We're about to jump on a runaway train if we aren't careful! Gunnar sounded concerned and Oliver wondered how they were the same person at times, his wolf was more cautious than he ever was but this was taking it too far.

Would you just relax and wind your neck in!

Don't say I didn't warn you when this comes back to bite you in the arse with sharp teeth!

Oliver blocked his wolf out.

'So what do you say?" He asked, almost sounding like a challenge to Freya.

“I won't be your dirty secret.” She said defiantly, sticking her chin out, “and I have no intention of making this exclusive.”

He raised his eyebrows, the word exclusive dancing like acid inside his brain, did she have another wolf she was interested in? He racked his brain trying to think if anyone else at the pack had shown an interest in her. He came up blank.

“I wouldn't ask you to be a secret, I've never kept any of our interactions secret. You can lead on how private or public you want whatever this is to be. And if you want to keep both of our options open, then I'm fine with that too.”

Why did you say that? We have no other options! Hera complained loudly to Freya.

We are not getting attached! And do you think that he doesn't have options? Of course he does and you can guarantee he'll make use of those options if we aren't available so why shouldn't we allow us options too?

I don't like this! The wolf protested.

“I can work with that. And if one of us wants out, then it's done, whatever it is.”

“Deal” Oliver replied as he extended his hand for Freya to shake on it and seal it.