Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Freya

I'm fumbling with my fingers here, not sure how to approach this. We're heading home after our date. What Lucius would say about it was something I couldn't help but ponder. I wanted to let him know about our next trip, which is in one week. I don't think he'll want to go with me. I was aware that he had been having difficulties lately. He has been training constantly, and he has been attempting to maintain a healthy distance between himself and me. I'm happy that he has been making every effort to support me.

Although I knew he wouldn't think twice about escorting me, I was also aware that it would appear as though I'm pressuring him to follow. Making him do everything I ask of him feels like I'm doing something wrong. He has supported me throughout my life, so I want him to have a wonderful existence. I can still clearly recall the situation from that day as though it were yesterday.

I'm glad that I could recall his bravery and willingness to defend me, but I don't want him to continue injuring himself in an attempt to keep me safe. If he had died, I don't know what I would have done to myself. I will never be able to forgive myself for that. I'll always feel bad about killing my partner. Nothing will matter to me at all. I was aware that he was acting dead so I could express how I felt, and I wasn't happy about it.

"What's the matter?" "You have been standing over there for some minutes now." I snapped out of my reverie when I heard Lucius inquire in his voice, and I turned to face him. I heaved heavily, gazing adoringly at him. My eyes brightened up, and they were brighter than before. I gazed intently into his eyes while my heart raced.

I paused deeply before responding, "It's nothing," and giving her advice on what to do. I knew that this might not be the best time to tell him, but I also knew that I had no choice but to.

"You don't have to worry; you can tell me whenever you want." He smiled in response. I couldn't help but feel bad for keeping it from him. I want to avoid giving the impression that I'm taking advantage of the fact that I knew he would agree to accompany me right away.

I didn't want to appear to be taking advantage of him if I told him later than I should have. I don't want him to think that I'm exploiting him. I shouldn't keep anything from him because I want him to feel at ease with me."It's okay, I'll tell you right now," I added, pausing to make sure he was paying attention. Just as he was about to speak, I put my fingers on his lips and asked him to stop talking.

He chuckled and looked at me when I replied, "I want to go on a trip with a pack next week, and I would like you to come with me."

"Is that what you wanted to say?" I let out a deep breath at the realization that what I had been hoping to avoid had finally happened. "You should know by now that it isn't a problem for me; I will follow you," he added. Even though I knew he couldn't possibly refuse to accompany me, it still feels like I'm being harsh with him.

It seems as though I'm pressuring him to follow me. Although that sounds unpleasant, I was aware that he would never leave me on my alone.

I forced a smile and said, "I'm glad you are going with me," and he laughed before turning to face me.

I could see his eyes clearly as he stood in front of me, hovering over me in the bright moonlight. His eyes were glistening with many different emotions. I was staring into his eyes so hard that every few seconds, I could feel my feet getting weaker. His eyes had an ocean-like, deep blue color.

He put a strand of my hair next to my ear with his finger. Every minute, I could feel my heart pound violently against its cage as it swelled with emotion. It seemed as though the entire world had stopped and disappeared while I was in a stupor. We seemed to be the last survivors on the planet.

I closed my eyes in expectation as he lowered his face to mine. I waited for our lips to touch, but my wish was not fulfilled. His smile met my irritated eyes as I opened them. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I felt his lips on mine. I experienced my fury dissipating into nothing and was overcome with desires for him.

I gave him a quick kiss in return. As our tongues battled for supremacy, his hands expertly explored every inch of my body. He squeezed my nipples and caressed my breasts. We're not in our room, so I've been trying to suppress the groan that was itching to come out of my mouth. I was aware that we could be caught in public making out by anybody. I was aware that if someone saw us, I would feel ashamed. I made a concerted effort to suppress the groan, but he appeared to notice, and he gave my nipples such a tight twist that it made me completely lose all shyness.

Not caring if anyone would see or hear us, I let out a loud moan. Although I was aware that such a thing could occur, I made the decision to worry about it all later. I let out a groan, opening the door for Lucius to thrust his tongue into my lips. I was pleased with how he was handling me as he explored my mouth with his tongue. After what felt like minutes, we broke off the kiss.

"That was intense," I said as I struggled to gather my thoughts. Lucius laughed, his expression mocking.

"I'm such a good kisser, right?" Lucius looked at me, as if he could read right through me, and arched an eyebrow in question.

I answered, "No, you aren't; you shouldn't be so full of yourself," to which he gave a hearty laugh.

"You might want to double-check that. With a sinister grin, he remarked, "We might go on another round of kissing, and I might not let you go anymore." I recoiled in response, knowing that he would carry out his threat.

I'm not ready to tell him, but I knew he just wanted me to say it to him. He was aware that I had already said it, but I refuse to cave in to his demands that I acknowledge it once more.

I gave him a fierce look and muttered, "You won't dare try it," trying not to look scared.

Since he was the only person I had ever kissed, I was aware that I might not have any kissing experience. With a menacing expression on his face, he walked toward me, and I retreated.

I recoiled in discomfort as he uttered, "I'll do that again, and the only way to make me stop is if you admit that I'm a good kisser."

There would be no fear. If they want to see me go back, I'm an alpha. For once, I never would have imagined that I would have this type of impact on myself. Though I was taken aback, I realized that our shared relationship made all of this possible.

I turn to walk back, but something stops me. A hand firmly grips my waist, and I can see it is Lucius's hand. "Where do you think you are going, young lady?" As soon as I heard him say that, I rolled my eyes and gave him a sardonic look.

"You're going nowhere," he shouted before forcefully kissing me. I remembered that I had been pulling away from him earlier, but I responded to the kiss right away. There's a part of me that wants to walk away and yell at him for being such a poor kisser, but there's another part of me that wants to stick together.

Before long, my breath ran out, and I struggled to break myself from his hold. He wanted to grasp me again, and I was certain that he would kiss me again before I had a chance to collect my breath.

"Okay, you really are a terrific kisser," I remarked, panting heavily as I stepped back.

"Wow, I knew I was doing a great job," he said, his expression smug.