When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 119 Artemisia

My heart skips a beat as Matthew steps behind me and starts opening the zip of my dress slowly. The gown glides down my body to pool at my feet, causing the cold air to graze my skin and raise goosebumps on it.

Fynn observes me as his brother proceeds to untie my flimsy corset, my body yearning for him to do everything he wants to do to me that is practically showing in his eyes.

The lust that I feel rolling from my mates in waves adds to mine, causing me to think that my panties must be already completely drenched.

I can feel their hungry thoughts running, their resolve slowly fading as Matthew takes another piece of my clothing off.

"Don't worry, babe. You'll be warm in a minute," Cayden says lowly, probably misled because of my skin covered in goosebumps and my hardened nipples.

But as he must be feeling my arousal through the mind link, I doubt that.

I flinch out of my daydream as Matthew kisses my back right between my shoulder blades before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my panties to lower them slowly.

"Oh, damn," I hear Logan cussing as first as their eyes change, the colourful flecks, which signal that their wolves are pushing forward, now prominent in their eyes.

"We will leave these on, shall we?" Matthew whispers in my ear as his fingers graze the laced band of my thigh-high stockings.

"Absolutely," Fynn chuckles before he crouches down to slip my high heels back on my feet.

Getting on his knees, he kisses my pussy, sliding his tongue through my wet folds before he gets up, licking his lips.

"Walk down the stairs and all the way down the hallway, Love," Matthew adds in a whisper, slapping my butt gently to free me from my spellbound stare.

The further we go down, the colder the air gets. I fight the urge to hug my body with my arms to warm myself up, as I want their body heat to do it for

me.

My heart beats into my throat as they follow me silently, their burning gazes sizzling on my skin.

At the end of the hallway is a large metal door and I gulp as I stand before it.

This mate bond is something insanely crazy as I would never step behind such a door if I was in my right mind.

Matthew reaches around me to open the door and it opens with a heavy click. The room behind the door contrasts with the house as it is without any windows, equipped with LED lights and a shiny floor.

I get steered to stand in the middle of it, and while Matthew stands in front of me, Fynn hugs me from behind.

He kisses my neck softly as he starts whispering against my skin. "As all of this was initially my idea, I'll be the one instructing you, so listen closely."

I nod, my heart squeezing in my chest as I look at Matthew who is smiling back at me.

“There will be no safe word. Once you say no, we stop everything, so be careful just to scream yes, princess."

Gulping, I nod again, fearing that the wetness I feel between my legs is running down my thighs.

"Undress him," I feel his smile against my skin as his hands grab my breasts and he starts to massage them, only stopping to play with my nipples. My fingers fly over the buttons hastily as I can't bear this teasing any longer because my body is already screaming for its release.

"Slow, babe. You'll get it soon enough," Logan chuckles as he comes to stand next to me, moving his hand between my legs to stroke my throbbing clit.

I moan, closing my eyes for a second only for them to stop their movement immediately.

"Don't get distracted," Fynn chuckles, making me groan as I open the last button of Matthew's shirt, pulling it out of his pants and they start touching me again.

I bite my bottom lip as I concentrate on opening Matthew's pants as I feel my first orgasm build in me.

With a moan, I slip his belt off him before I open the button of his pants and rip them open. He grins at me as he pulls them down with his shorts, making his hard cock spring free.

Fynn presses me against his frame, making me feel his dick against my butt and Logan increases his pressure on my already pulsating clit.

"Yes, Yes!" I scream, throwing my head back as I cum onto his fingers.

As I catch my breath, I hear the rustling of Cayden and Logan getting out of their clothes as Fynn puts his hands onto my sides. "Lift your hands over your head!"

I comply, stretching my arms over

my head and he moves his hands up along them, getting my body to hum in pleasure. He catches something lowering from the ceiling andcuffs my wrists. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Gasping, I look up, finding myself tied to the ceiling.

"Don't worry," Fynn whispers into my ear. "It's adjustable, so you won't spend all your time standing up."

I laugh at his perverted words, loving every one of them.

He gestures to his brother with his head and Logan swaps positions with him to stand behind me. My heart skyrockets immediately, and I feel bad as he must be feeling my unease.

'Don't worry,' Cassy says to me lowly. 'I'm shielding your negative emotions, and I only let him feel your love for him. But you have to say if you don't want him to touch you. Don't force yourself.'

His lips touch my shoulder, covering me in featherlight kisses, 'Thank you. But it's not that. I guess my trust is a bit broken, but I want him here as well.'

'Perfect,' she breathes out. 'Then let's do this.'

Fynn undresses himself as well and as all of them are standing around me, Logan wraps his arms around me to hug me close, Matthew steps aside to let Cayden stand before me.

He grins down at me smugly, being the last thing I actively see as Fynn covers my eyes with a blindfold.

"No panic, princess. We initially

thought that it would help you to cope with having so many men in a room because we didn't know how amazingly open you already were to all of this. So, now it will make you feel everything more intensely. But there is one more rule. You can't say anyone's name, even if you

recognize who is fucking you, alright?"

"Yes," I say lowly, my shaky voice nearly failing me.

"Perfect," he says and I feel sparks erupting on my chin as Cayden grabs my face to kiss me.

A gasp gets stuck in my chest as he moves his lips against mine hungrily and I already feel his kiss more profoundly.

Oh, Goddess, I'm not going to survive this.