Chapter 2 One Night Stand

Freya's P.O.V.

I woke up the following day with a clanging headache. I tried to use all my energy to get up, which I did, only to find myself in an unknown room. Surprised, I looked around swiftly and found myself in an enormous bedroom.

This is not my room, I thought shakily, and looking down at myself, I  noticed I was completely nude with just the duvet I was clasping closely to my body. Now, I was losing it. What was I doing naked in a strange room?' I thought.

I had never for once slept naked. Then suddenly, I heard a loud groan and chilled before turning to look at who was beside me, only to find a dashing, elegant stranger. I shrieked from shock, but not too loud, and covered my mouth so as not to wake up the stranger, who looked like he was still having a sound, peaceful sleep.

What transpired? I wondered. Just then, I felt a tingling ache between my legs, and I immediately raised the blanket and discovered blood on my lap and some on the sheet. I gasped as I realized what had happened and what I had done. I started racking my trembling head for memoirs of last night.

"Mind if I join you?" the handsome, sexy stranger inquired with a grin, and I found myself nodding at his offer. What is a young, pretty lady like you doing out here on her own?" he asked me as he snatched the vodka. I was about to pour it into my throat from my grip and drown it instead.

I stared at him in surprise, amused at his gut. "Did you just snatch my drink from me?" I challenged him, tipsy, and he smirked.

"What if I did?" He asked teasingly, seductively licking his red, cherry lips in my face. I gulped, quickly feeling dehydrated.

I immediately turned to the barman and ordered water, gaining the man's startled and confused gaze. The sexy stranger beside me smiled in amusement.

"Would you Mind telling me what is funny?" I asked, turning to stare at the sexy stranger in fury.

"Easy there, tigress. I was just thinking what sort of lady orders a glass of water in a bar," he explained, and I quivered in embarrassment, realizing my mistake.

"It's okay to be forgetful sometimes," He continued in a soft tone, and I turned to glance at him, my eyes on his lips.

I found myself biting my lips while imagining how his lips would taste and feel on mine. I guess he saw my gaze on his lips, then smiled, leaned closer to me, whispered, and bit my earlobe.

"If you want something, I suggest you go for it," he suggested, and I did, catching his face in my palms, drawing my face closer to his, and sealing our lips together.

He returned the kiss and put his tongue in mine. We kissed for a moment, swapping saliva and biting one another lips. This was the first time I was kissing a guy or anyone, so I was kinda slow and not experienced, but the stranger had all in control.

I started to feel hot and needed him at the moment, so I started tugging off his clothes, forgetting we were at a bar, when he smiled and discharged my lips from the kiss. I moaned in protest and moved forward for more, but he stopped.

"Easy, little wolf, not here at least," he said, reminding me we were at the bar. Surprisingly, I wanted his warmth and arms all over my body. "Besides," he began, and I turned to look at him in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He inquired, and I responded eagerly.

"Think before nodding, for once I claim you, I am never letting you go nor slip away from me" "he threatened, but all his words were not going down into my brain at the moment. I just needed his grip, touch, lips, and body all over mine.

I had never lusted after anybody this way before, I thought—even my mate. "I agree," I replied, and then an expression of hesitation flashed across his face.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and my heart softened at his question. He considered my judgment, something no one had ever done for me.

"Yes," I replied with a nod. " Take me," I added, and he growled, then stood up and offered his right palm to hold mine. I reached it without reluctance, and we made our approach out of the club and went to a very fancy resort nearby. It seemed he already booked a room; the receptionist nodded at him respectfully as we hurried upstairs.

Immediately, we walked into the room, and he closed the door and blotted it. He welcomed me into his arms and sealed my lips with his. He not only pleasured me, he adored me. Offering me all the care and affection I had craved for the past 20 years.

I released ecstasy over and over again in his arms, and he did, too, then collapsed beside me on the bed. He tenderly drew me into his arms, codling and looking after me like he would never let me go. I was excited and coiled further into his warmth, then slipped gently into a deep slumber.

I gasped as I recalled everything. 'This is wrong, ' I realized as I turned to glance at the handsome man on the bed—the fellow who had made me experience what it felt like to be loved. I wanted to stay, but I had to go now before they discovered I was missing and traced me here to find out I had a hot night with a stranger.

I gradually got up from the bed, making sure not to wake him, and looked for my clothes wherever they were scattered. I then quickly got dressed without freshening up. I went to the door and was leaving when something stopped me.