The one who got away

Chapter 7: Valkyrie

I awoke to a sharp pain in my lower back and a loud ass alarm, groaning, I rolled around in my bed trying to find the beginning of the comforter because, shit, I was freezing, and fumbling with my phone, reading the clock and sure enough it was 5 am, fuck.

I turned my alarm off and rolled over and reached my arm out to feel around for Ingrid, and realized the spot she should have been in was cold.

I peeked my eye open and sure enough, I was alone.

I whined out loud but more to myself when lasts nights memories came flooding back, with those thoughts, I squeezed my legs together, remembering the feeling of having her hands and tongue touch me and please me in ways no one else has been able too.

"Ingrid?" I called out hoping maybe she was in the bathroom so we could finish off any little bit of sanity I had left, I whimpered at the thought of that and her between my legs again, making me lose it.

"Ingrid?" I said louder, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, avoiding at all cost to sit on my ass cause, fuck, did it still hurt from her smacking the ever living shit out of it.

"Hello?"

I looked around and realized her clothes and any trace of her was gone from sight, touch or smell. I held back my tears at the thought that she left me without saying goodbye, was what we did wrong? She had never left me the morning after.

I faintly remember the last thing I heard from her, this is the last time my sweet Valkyrie, what did she mean by that?

I didn't think me having a mate would stop her until I claimed him as mine. She goes on and on about wanting a mate and how nice it would be but deep down she doesn't care much about it, just wants a forever fuck toy, which I thought I was enough for her for now, I guess not or just selfish.

Just naive me being me.

I stood up out of bed, stretching and about said hi to the floor when my legs decided they wanted to be jello and my knees almost buckling.

Ow, heavens to betsy, did my hips hurt also.

I slowly but surely made my jello legs take me to the bathroom so I could relieve my bladder that was screaming at me all because I decided to sleep in just a little.

Once I had done my business, I showered real quick to get rid of the stench of sweat, cum and just the over all smell of sex. No matter how much I loved sex, I absolutely hated the smell of it the next morning, I didn't know why but I always have.

After I finished my shower, I hoped out, wrapping a towel around myself and sat my pretty ass down, nicely on a pillow, in front of my vanity and started combing through my hair.

I would never wish curly hair on my worst enemy because shit was it a lot of work.

My bedroom door opened and I heard my mother walk in.

"Valkyrie, where are you honey, I have been calling you for breakfast."

"In here momma."

She walked around the corner and smiled once she saw me.

"Hello my beautiful sunflower." She smiled at me and noticed I was combing my hair, or shit at least trying, the rats nest that was forming on the back of my head was crazy.

"May I? It's been so long since I got to brush your hair, I use to do it all the time when you were just a young pup until you told me one day, I'm a big girl so that means I can do it myself. Always been such a strong independent girl." She swooned at that thought.