Chapter 3 One Night

The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor. Without waiting for her answer, Niklaus draped his jacket over her shivering shoulders. He swept her into his arms and strode down the hallway to his suite.

The door clicked shut, and he pinned her against it. His mouth crushed onto hers. The kiss was deeper now, more desperate, as if he needed to devour her.

His kisses trailed from her mouth to her neck; each one was hotter than the last. Their clothes were stripped away, scattered across the floor.

They stood naked together. Freya gazed at his strong arms and sculpted abs; her eyes darting away immediately. She was nervous; she had never been with a man before..

"Is this your first time?" Niklaus asked, noticing her innocence.

Freya couldn't look up; she just gave a shaky nod.

Niklaus gave a small smile. His movements were still urgent, but they weren't frantic anymore; he became more careful with her.

He swept her up and carried her to the bed, lowering her onto the soft sheets before kneeling between her legs. Freya's eyes widened in shock as she realized his intentions.

"Niklaus... wait," she whispered, trying to close her legs, but his strong hands gently held them apart.

"Let me taste you," he growled, almost animalistic.

Before she could protest again, he buried his face between her legs. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of heat through her entire body. Freya cried out; her back arched off the bed as her fingers tangled in his thick hair. She couldn't decide whether to pull him closer or push him away.

He was relentless; his tongue kept circling and stroking her until she was writhing beneath him. She had never felt anything like this before; the feeling was too much, far more intense than she ever imagined. Every lick and suck pushed her higher, building a heavy pressure deep in her core.

"Oh Goddess," she moaned, her hips bucked against his mouth as she fought for air. "Niklaus, please, I can't take any more."

He licked her even more urgently now, his tongue moving faster as he pushed her closer to the edge. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her. When he sucked on her clit while sliding a finger deep inside her, Freya shattered.

The climax washed over her, and her body jerked as she screamed his name. Her vision went dark; she couldn't think, she could only feel the blinding heat rushing through her veins. She shook uncontrollably while he kept teasing her, pulling every last bit of pleasure from her body.

When the heat finally started to fade, Freya felt him move up her body. His hard cock pressed against her opening; she opened her eyes, dazed and breathless. She waited for him to take her completely.

But suddenly, he stopped.

Freya blinked, her mind still foggy. Niklaus hovered above her, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. The red glow in his eyes faded; the sharp, icy blue was coming back. He looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he was doing.

He stared at her, finally conscious of where they were. The wolf had retreated, leaving the man in control again. He looked torn; it was clear he still wanted her, but he was trying to hold himself back.

Freya felt empty and incomplete. The bond was like a physical ache, demanding more. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.

She pressed her lips against his. Niklaus froze; his muscles tensed under her touch. Then, slowly, he began to kiss her back.

This kiss felt different. It wasn't a wild mess of hunger anymore; it was slow and focused. Niklaus licked her bottom lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth, teasing her with every stroke. This was Niklaus who knew exactly how to drive a woman crazy.

As he kissed her, his hand moved up to cup her breast. He squeezed the soft flesh, his thumb rubbing over her hard nipple until she gasped. Freya, wanting to feel him too, hesitantly reached down between them; her fingers finally brushed against his thick, throbbing cock.

Her inexperience showed. She didn't know how to move, so she just held him, her hand trembling as she waited for him to lead the way.

Niklaus groaned into her mouth, his breath turning ragged instantly. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers; his blue eyes locked onto her green ones. Then, he covered her hand with his own. He began to move her hand, showing her how to stroke him. He guided her palm up and down his length, showing her exactly how much pressure he liked.

He grew even harder under her touch so that she could feel his pulse thumping against her fingers. He started to pant, making soft groans in his throat. Freya felt a rush of power; she loved knowing that she was the one making this powerful Alpha lose his control.

After a few minutes, he pulled her hand away and hovered above her again. He didn't push inside her yet; his muscles were shaking as he fought to hold himself back. He looked down at her; his eyes were a dark, stormy blue.

"Freya," he whispered her name, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me what you want."

Freya looked at the man above her. He was her fated mate, and it felt right to give her first time to him. She wanted to belong to him completely.

She blushed as she arched her back, opening her legs as wide as they would go. Her voice was small, but she was sure about this.

"I want you," she whispered. "I want you inside me."

Something in Niklaus's eyes snapped at her words. The last bit of his restraint vanished. He didn't wait another second. He positioned himself and pushed forward, entering her slowly but steadily.

The sharp sting of him breaking her maidenhead made Freya gasp; she dug her nails into his shoulders. He stopped instantly, letting her body get used to his size.

He kissed the tears from her eyes and whispered sweet, quiet things against her skin. "My brave girl. You're doing so well."

Her grip on his shoulders relaxed a little. The pain soon faded, replaced by an incredible feeling of being full. The mate bond hummed, making her feel like they finally belonged together. Once she relaxed, he started to move. He was slow at first, then he picked up the pace, hitting her deeper with every thrust.

"You're mine," Niklaus growled softly, his breath hot against her ear. "My mate."

The words sent a thrill through Freya's body. "Yes," she whispered back, clinging to him. "Only yours."

He groaned and pounded into her even harder. Every stroke made the pleasure climb; the bond between them was screaming with joy. Freya wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. She was new to this, but she tried her best to match his rhythm.

The room was filled with their moans and the sound of their bodies hitting together. Freya could only focus on him--the weight of him, and the way his eyes never left her face.

"Come for me again," he commanded. He reached down to rub her clit while he kept thrusting into her. "I want to feel you squeeze me."

His fingers and his heavy thrusts were too much. Freya broke again. This orgasm was even stronger than the first one; it felt like her whole body was on fire. She screamed his name as she clamped down around him, her muscles twitching in a long, hard release.

Her climax pushed him over the edge. Niklaus let out a deep, rough groan and pounded into her one last time; he buried his cock as deep as it would go while his whole body shook. Freya felt him pulse hot and heavy inside her; he was filling her.

He collapsed beside her afterward and pulled her to his chest. They stayed like that for a while; their breathing slowed down as the room went quiet. Niklaus ran his fingers down her back; he messed with her hair and stroked her skin while she lay against him.

Freya was exhausted. Niklaus carried her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her up. Then he brought her back to bed, pulling the covers over them both and wrapping his arms around her.

She felt herself falling asleep in his arms. Then she heard him whisper.

"What have you done to me, my little mate?"