When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



ARTEMISIA

He growls annoyed, even if it nearly seems like he is trying to cover a purr.

I giggle as I step out of the hut. "Now, if you could mind-link Logan or Matthew, I would need someone carrying me for real."

He rolls his eyes as he closes the door behind us, and I'm just waiting for his eyes to glaze over as he crouches down.

"What... What are you doing?" I ask taken aback, looking around to see if someone is watching us.

“Come on. I'm going to carry you to your room," he says, gesturing to me with his hands to move.

I laugh awkwardly as I play with my fingers, "I was just kidding, Fynn. I just wanted to annoy you. You won't carry me anywhere."

With another annoyed growl, he turns around to grab my wrist, pulling me to him. Before I can wrap my thoughts around what is happening, he is already straightening back up. I wrap my hands around his neck as he eyes me up. "A piggyback would have been troublesome anyway with this enormously long skirt of yours."

"Don't you like it?" I tease him as he murmurs, and starts walking. Lifting a leg, my skirt moves slightly back, showing my ankle adorned with my shoe strap and anklet.

He hums, acting like he wouldn't care, but I can clearly see the red flecks and feel his emotions do a little backflip before he pushes it back down.

"I felt that," I say in a low sing-song, and he chuckles.

Avoiding my gaze completely, he grins. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"I know that you act like you don't. But Drake knows too. He snitched on you," I say jokingly, making him shake his head.

"How would you know what he knows?"

"Oh, we are great friends already," I tease him, making him shake his head. "He tells me about all your secrets."

He barks out a laugh, and I hate how my heart reacts at the sound of it, "He is a traitor then!"

'Hey,' Drake growls, making me giggle.

"He is just being loyal to his mate," I smile up at Fynn, linking my fingers behind his neck.

Clearing his throat doesn't help him disguise how his heart just flipped in his chest.

Looks like the physical contact is affecting him as well.

My heart skips a beat at the thought and I lean back against his frame as he keeps walking in stoic silence. "How long do you think he will be angry with you... For ditching me and going with Blondie?"

"What Blondie?" he asks with a grin, still avoiding looking at me.

“Ah, ah, ah! No dodging questions this time, Master Finnegan," I reprimand him playfully, getting him to groan.

"You have to stop calling me that," he grumbles, making me laugh. "But I guess I will have him back in a good mood in a few days. Especially if I will have a blonde fairy helping me with it."

I shake my head, suppressing a cheeky grin. "You are such an idiot."

"How dare you speak to your Master like this," he jokes, and I gasp theatrically, enjoying his flirtatious side. "I demand respect, little mate."

"Oh, no," I breathe out theatrically. "Am I in trouble now, my Master?"

Fynn finally chuckles, and my heart squeezes as I feel his fingers dig into my skin. "You will be if you keep on playing with fire."

I giggle, throwing my head back. "You know, for someone who claims to be so repelled by me, you sure look too eager to have me play with the fire."

"Oh, I'm just keeping you entertained

because Cayden asked me to be

nice. I really wouldn't want to

destroy the beautiful

have with my brothers. And I

actually enjoy watching you think you were seducing me," he says smugly.

Wrapping my hand further around his neck, I hug myself closer to his frame. "Is that so? Well, I guess you must be a better actor than I

thought. Even faking your emotions you want to make me feel. Or maybe you are just distracted by my charmingness."

"Distracted by your charmingness?" he laughs, lifting a brow at me. "More like distracted by your constant need of being a pain in the ass."

I gasp overdramatically as he continues to chuckle. "Someone has to keep you on your toes. I figured that you get bored too swiftly and I'd hate to see you get too comfortable."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

My heart doesn't seem to be able to

calm down, and as I realize that he has stopped walking, and came to a halt on the top of the stairs, it just gets worse. "Comfortable? With you around, comfortable is the last thing I am going to be."

to

"Glad to know I am doing my job right," I wet my lips with my tongue, trying to overcome my nervousness, but it does nothing more than attract his intense gaze onto my lips.

Oh, dear...

Holding my breath, I realize that he is inching closer slowly, his voice only a husky whisper. "You have no idea."

His lips graze mine slightly, making my heart skip a beat. My thoughts run wildly, while my nerves buzz, even getting Cassy to move intrigued.

My eyes are about to close as a voice has me jumping, pulling myself away from him.

"Fynn?!” a melodic voice calls my mate's name, having me panicking.