When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 87 ARTEMISIA

"Didn't I fucking tell you to hurry up?" His shouting crawls right into my veins, reaching my heart feeling like a stab.

"I- I am sorry," I say, standing up, but he just clicks his tongue.

My heart flutters still in total bliss despite his deadly expression as I watch him come closer.

"I told you to pack and hurry up packing. What are you doing?" His eyes turn black as he gets close to me and he eyes me up, snarling, “Is that my t- shirt?"

Standing there agape, I can't even figure out how to get out a sound, as he groans, ripping the cup I'm holding out of my hands.

“Fuck,” he growls, as the cup shatters against the wall, bursting into a thousand pieces.

I close my eyes instinctively, nearly missing Fynn who moves in front of me, shielding me from the shards being catapulted back at us.

He leans in, his warm breath fanning my lips, "I told you to stop taking my things. What are you? Some creepy stalker?"

"I'm sorry..." I whisper, keeping my eyes low. "I just needed to put on something swiftly because Lisa came in..."

He hums, and I follow his gaze as he looks at Lisa, who distanced herself from me to stare at us terrified. "What are you two still doing here? Don't you have things to do?"

Daisy runs off right away, while Lisa still seems to be torn between leaving me with a monster and becoming his lunch herself.

In the end, we all knew what was going to win and she scurries away with a low, "I'll help Astrid with the pups."

My breathing pattern gets heavier as I watch her closing the door behind her, and I refocus on Fynn who turns around to me slowly.

He waits for another heartbeat before he whispers, "Are you okay?"

I gasp, before I hit him on his chest with my fist. "What the fuck, Fynn?"

"Sorry," he grimaces, "but I figured that something was strange. And I didn't want them to see through your act."

I shake my head, rubbing my sweaty palms on the t-shirt. “What happened?"

"I don't know," he sighs. "We sensed a few rogues outside of the camp and Jake and I went to clear the situation while Gregorius stayed in the camp. But as soon as we were out there, they just seemed to want to waste time, and suddenly, I got an awful feeling."

Looking up at him worried, I can't believe what he is trying to tell me. "You mean... They planned this to be alone with me? Them?"

"What other explanation could there be?" he asks me, raising a brow.

I scoff, passing him. "I'm going to ask them."

"What the fuck, Missy." Getting hold of my wrist, he pulls me back into him. "Are you insane? We can't risk letting them know we suspect something." “Sure, so you prefer going around making me act like I'm being abused by the brute."

He shrugs, making me roll my eyes. "Come on, babe. This is our best shot. And I'm actually used to being the asshole. I'm surprised if they are not thinking of our relationship this way anyway."

"You have to be kidding me," I breathe out, leaning my forehead against his chest.

"Happy honeymoon," he jokes, making me laugh.

Grabbing my chin, he steers my head to look at him gently, "That's much better."

I stand on my tiptoes, kissing him. "What are we doing now?"

"Let's pack," he sighs sadly. "At least we have the entire car drive to figure out what our next move should be."

"Okay," I pout, and he wraps his arms around me.

After leaning in to kiss me again, he captures my gaze with his, his expression turning serious again. "I'm sorry that I screamed at you."

"Don't worry," scrunch up my nose,

hitting his strong arms lightly. "I actually don't mind because I get the feeling that getting emotional like this gets you to rip the clothes off my body to fuck me senseless."

I watch his eyes changing, my heart jumping excitedly. Lowering my voice, I trace his skin with my finger. “And I like that."

Not even registering him moving, I'm already caged in while lying on the bed.

"Fynn! No!" I say between laughter as he grins at me, and leans in to capture my lips with his.

"We should get going," I whisper between one kiss and another, but he ignores me.

Spreading his knees, he gets me to open my legs for him, and I arch my back off the bed, enabling him to move up the t-shirt that I'm wearing, tracing my sizzling skin with his fingertips.

I moan lowly, and I open my eyes to look at him.

Seeing his eyes widen with a smile, I chuckle, "What is it?"

"Your eyes... There was like a sparkle in it," he states, tilting his head to observe my irises closer.

"A sparkle?" I ask, gulping uncomfortably.

"Yeah," he answers, still absorbed by my eyes. "Did Cassy just react to me?"

My heart breaks at his resurfacing hope at my wolf reacting to him or his wolf.

"I don't know. It's a bit that she hasn't shown herself to me," I shrug, and he sulks.

Caressing a curl out of his face, I smile encouragingly. "Don't worry. She will come around."

He buries his head into the crook of my neck, wrapping his arms around me. "I know."

I caress his arms for a bit before I clear my throat.

"What colour was it?" I ask, in the hopes of getting a bit of tension out of the air.

He flashes me a happy smile, looking back and forth between my eyes. "Some kind of pink."

I laugh, watching his smile grow and I absolutely love it.

"Are you for real?" I ask, making him nod happily.

Suddenly, a thought crosses my mind and apparently, my smile falters as Fynn looks at me worriedly. "Everything alright?"

"Erm..." I scrunch up my nose,

wrapping my finger into the fabric of

his t-shirt. "I just realised why Ri...

Alpha Saviano used to call me

princess in pink."

He distorts his face, disgust prominent in his features as he snorts. "Idiot. And I'm sorry. I'll stop calling you that as a pet name." “Oh, no! Please don't!" I plead, laying my hands on his shoulders. "You know it's a difference when a real prince calls you princess." He chuckles and kisses me again, and I wrap my hands around his neck.

'I really love hearing your voice inside my head, by the way.' I mind-link him, making him groan against my lips.