The Crown's Entrapment

Gideon was on his way to the bonfire at the training grounds of his area to join the others when he caught Freya’s scent wafting out in the wind. Curious, he followed its trail until he saw her walking around outside the hall.

Seeing his opportunity, instantly approached her, even having her agree to come with him outside. From there, he didn’t hesitate in telepathically instructing Leon and the others get out of the bonfire area at that instant.

He didn’t know what came over into his head when he did that, but he simply wanted to have the opportunity to have Freya all to himself again; literally making her see only him and not any other werewolf in sight.

Moving on to the present, however, he now realized how bad this idea of his was. Gideon was already going insane as he hungrily stared into Freya’s parted lips. He couldn’t help himself anymore. He badly wanted to savor those luscious lips hanging partly before him.

“Can I please kiss you?” he murmured as he slowly leaned closer, not breaking eye contact with his mate despite waiting for her consent. Heavens! He was at his limit already, and his wolf was deranged for having him go through with this! Still, he was able to hold himself back as he readied himself to pull back once Freya said NO.

Then again, he was still chanting ‘YES!’ in his mind despite everything that was happening.

“A-alright…”

In that instant, Gideon took Freya’s lips as gently as he could. It was her first real kiss after all, and he was well aware of how he should control himself to do it carefully.

Gently pressing his lips against hers, he slowly suckled at her lower lip, doing the same to her upper lip before breaking off. “I’ll teach you how a proper kiss is done, sweety,” he hoarsely whispered, followed by him licking her lips before sliding the tip of his tongue right inside her mouth.

He almost groaned in satisfaction. Tasting her mouth like that almost felt like his long wait was all worth it in the end.

It was surreal that his mate was well within his reach now, being able to touch and kiss her like this as if she truly existed. Hugging her closer, Freya’s body turned rigid against him, and he could feel the erratic beating of her heart right from her chest.

He smiled as he took in her muffled soft moans against his lips. She was learning slowly, moving her tongue against his, copying his every move. Gideon knew that he would want more after this, and it might end up with him enduring another bout of torment or torture since he knew he had to stop or else he would end up doing her right then and there.

Freya wasn’t t just like any other woman. She was a royal. One that he should proceed with extra care and consideration. There were all the traditions that came with it. He had to wed her first before he could claim her… My days… How he wished that Freya would agree to marry him already!

Stopping himself from getting too handsy, Gideon’s hands were already starting to itch as his wants started to overpower him. He wanted to touch and feel her so much that it was as if his desires had a mind of their own. Eventually, his hands moved, roaming Freya’s body as they traveled to her back, her side curves, and going so far as to travel further north.

Meanwhile, Freya felt like she was running a high fever with what Gideon was doing to her. Who would’ve thought that a simple kiss could feel this good? She felt like she was drunk already. Not because of the bitter-sweet taste of wine in his mouth, but because of the mind-blowing sensation that his passionate kiss was making her feel.

She sank into the kiss. She couldn’t even recognize the moans of pleasure coming from her own mouth anymore with how her body trembled under his touch.

Somewhere along the way, he became aggressive with his hands, his palms roaming across her entire body till they lingered on her mounds. His hands fitted perfectly as he cupped her peaks, gently caressing and squeezing them beneath her clothes with the dexterity of a seasoned veteran.

As he continued with his work, Freya could feel something weird happening in between her thighs in her most sensitive parts. It was as if she wanted Gideon to do more, but to her disappointment, he suddenly broke the kiss, moving a bit backward as if to give her some space.

Both of them were panting, and Freya could tell that she was blushing hard despite the ambient cold around them.

To wash away her embarrassment, she quickly grabbed the bottle of wine and drank directly from it, hoping that the alcohol would help knock her out at that instant and enable her escape from the embarrassment that she was feeling.

“Easy there,” Gideon murmured, but she ignored him.

“I have to stop. Or else, I’m afraid that I won’t have the will to stop once I continued further,” Gideon explained, making her gulp in… well, she didn’t really know how to feel.

‘But who told you to stop!’ she wanted to complain, but she wisely chose to stay silent.

“Let’s go back,” Freya murmured, standing up as if to leave. But just as she stood on her own two feet, her body swayed. She fell, but thankfully, Gideon was fast with catching her in his arms.

“Careful,” he whispered. “It’s your first time drinking, and your body isn’t used to the alcohol yet. Are you feeling dizzy?” he worriedly asked, and Freya simply nodded. She indeed felt dizzy, but not to the point that she couldn’t handle herself just fine.

She was about to ask him to let her go, but she was startled when Gideon suddenly carried her in his arms.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, although her arms had instantly wrapped around his neck for support.

“I’m bringing you back to your room,” Gideon answered, not giving her any room for argument as he began to walk back inside the castle.

Freya stayed silent, unknowingly staring at Gideon’s face as she studied every part of his features. He had a soft appearance compared to her brother, and he smiled a lot, which was why they usually referred to him as the ‘flower werewolf.’ Well, that, and the fact that he had a tendency to use boring flowery words whenever he spoke. He was soft-spoken, and was a true gentleman in every sense.

Her eyes darted to his lips and she whispered, “How come you also kiss gently?”

Gideon laughed and said, “I’m not as gentle as you think, princess, so don’t get deceived by my soft appearance. Like I said… I’m treading on thin ice here, and I don’t know how long I can suppress my inner beast whenever I’m around you.”

“Put me down then, Lord Gideon. I can already walk back into my room on my own.” Freya commented. “I don’t think that letting you go inside my room will be a good idea anyway.”

Gideon obliged, putting her down just when they were already by her door. Leaning in, he then opened the door for her with his body pressed against hers. She held her breath as Gideon’s lips pressed against her forehead before he whispered, “Good night, sweety.”

“Good night,” she whispered back, quickly turning around going inside her room and closing the door behind her. As soon as she was sure that he had finally left, she slowly slumped down on the floor, her back leaning against her own door as she whispered, “I feel so weak right now…”