When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 85 ARTEMISIA

I remain clung onto him desperately as he moves his arms to sling them around my body, making me close my legs slightly and wrap them around his waist.

"Damn, princess," he pushes out, his chest heaving.

After staying like this for a second, allowing our heartbeats to sync with each other, he pushes himself off the wall and carries me to the bed.

He lays me down gently, pulling his t-shirt over his head and letting it fall to the ground along with his pants. I watch him with my bottom lip between my teeth, making him groan as he comes back to lie above me. "This will get you in trouble, sweetheart."

I laugh, my heart filling with all the pet names he is showering me with lovingly, as if I were an addict, finally getting the long-awaited shot.

Taking my head into his hands, he smiles at me, making my heart sing. "Are you feeling alright?"

"More than alright," I chuckle, making him smile even brighter. "Do you think we could do it once more?"

He cracks up, shaking his head. "Oh, you are going to be the death of me."

Leaning down, he kisses me softly before whispering, "But I was hoping for you to ask."

***

My body screams for me for a break, but at the same time, it makes me beg for more.

Fynn is kissing my skin and nibbling at my breasts as I'm catching my breath, climbing down from yet another high.

Seeing how he is enjoying tasting me, I'm surprised that he isn't fed up with me yet, after all these rounds.

Smiling satisfied, I move my hands over my head, stretching beneath him.

He chuckles, letting his tongue glide between my breasts, making me moan.

“So?" he asks, looking up at me as he keeps kissing my stomach.

“So what?" I ask, my mind unable to grasp a thought while enjoying the sparks sizzling on my skin.

"Do you want to be my mate, or not?" his voice vibrates over my skin, making my nerves buzz.

I laugh, shaking my head, "I thought we had that sorted out as you just fucked me raw for hours straight."

"I need you to say it," he grins, and I gulp.

"Yes," I finally say, making him growl. "Yes, I want to be your mate."

"Are you sure? After everything I have told you?" he inquires further. "I won't take it personally if you want to think about it. There is no way of turning back if you give in to me now."

Gasping lowly, I shake my head. "I don't want to turn back. You are my mate, and I don't care what you will say to scare me off."

He presses his lips against my skin, his deep chuckle creating another friction on it. I see how he transforms one of his fingers into a claw, and hold my breath as he rips my skin open, making a little cut. I moan, clenching my teeth as I feel blood running down my skin. He catches it with his tongue, before sliding it over the cut. The cut closes as I'm watching it and heals immediately, probably because of his healing attributes as my mate.

Crawling further up, he presses his head against the side of mine, taking a deep breath before he growls, "Mine."

***

Waking up in the middle of the night, I find Fynn sitting on the side of the bed.

"Fynn," I ask confused, rubbing my eyes. "Is something wrong?"

He hums, turning around slightly, laying his hand on my side. "Drake won't make me sleep. He is giving me an earful because I haven't marked you yet."

"But you drank my blood, you said that would appease him as it already binds me to you while we wait with the marking until you can do it together with your brothers." I sit up, I holding the blanket to my chest, and he sighs. "And I did mark you... a little bit."

He mirrors my smile with one of his as he chuckles, "Yeah, you did scrape my skin with your pretty little teeth."

My squeal transforms into a giggle as he gets on me, pinning me back down onto the mattress.

"Fynn! No," I plead him between laughter as he covers my shoulder, neck and face with kisses. "Stop it!"

He props himself up with a sly grin, looking at me. His eyes are changing colours back and forth swiftly, signalling to me that his wolf is fighting him for dominance.

Turning my head to the side with a sigh, I bare my neck to him. "Go ahead, I am ready."

He caresses my hair out of the way, making a shiver run through my body as Drake's growl ripples through me, "You shouldn't be so encouraging. Seeing how much you risk by it. You should tell him that you are afraid and that you need time to-"

Putting my hand on his mouth, I get him to shut up. “But I'm not afraid, Fynn. I know that he will be able to keep whatever this thing is in check."

I smile encouragingly, and he closes his eyes. Grabbing my wrist, he presses my palm closer to his lips, kissing it. "Do you already feel a bit different since you got bound to me?"

With a swift movement, he

untangles himself from me, lying on me to nibble at the skin of my neck. moan, enjoying him kissing me while his hands roam along my body creating an electric overcharge nearly too much to bear for my heart.

Lifting himself off me slightly, he lets his finger glide up the side of my breasts before moving it back down over my breast, circling my nipple. The sparks get increasingly intense, sinking into my skin to wrap around my heart.

"I can feel how your body burns up under my touch, how your desire grows, and you're practically screaming for me," he smiles as he follows his finger with his hungry eyes.

My heart flips in my chest, and I laugh. "You are cheating, because I know that you felt all that before."

"Hmmm..." he says pensively, still concentrating on his fingers that now move to squeeze my breast gently. "But not as strongly as I feel it now."

Moving his hand up to my throat, he wraps his fingers behind my neck, before pressing his mouth against my neck. I gasp as I feel him sucking and biting on my skin and look at him with wide eyes as he detaches himself from me.

"That wasn't a mark, was it?"

He grins, shaking his head. "A love bite. But that has to suffice for the moment."

"Oh, I can't believe you," I breathe out, pouting and he laughs.

"Don't worry, princess. You will see that it will be worth the wait."