When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 80 ARTEMISIA

Oh, my Goddess.

I sigh happily, even if the fire expanding in my chest makes it hard to breathe.

Clasping the bedsheets, I withstand the first wave of pleasure rippling through me.

"Fuck," I breathe out as Fynn's tongue slides through my folds slowly, making me wake up with a moan.

I lift my head, seeing him move between my legs with closed eyes. It looks like he is tasting the best thing he ever had in relish. "Fynn," I moan, failing to get his attention.

His tongue continues to glide over my clit pleasurably, my heart skipping in my chest as he tilts his head to suck my nub between his lips.

My back arches off the mattress as I scream in pleasure. Finally, he looks up at me, grinning slyly as I try to keep my breathing even.

I drive my fingers into his hair, I give up fighting the orgasm building in me. "Ah, Fynn."

Just as he starts increasing his rhythm, and another electric shock surges through me, I gasp, opening my eyes.

Blinking repeatedly, I find Fynn staring at me. His hair is tousled, his muscular chest on display as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at me. By his darkened eyes I guess that my pleasurable sensation got him to wake up as well.

"What were you just dreaming about?"

Fynn is looking at me with a sly grin, the same one I just saw, and I look down at my body panicky, only to see that I'm nowhere near the pleasurable happy ending I thought I would be getting.

Meeting his gaze again, I jerk up, wiping the corner of my lips, fearing that I might have been drooling. "Nothing. Why are you so close?"

"You woke me up by calling my name. But it didn't sound like you were in danger," he mocks me, his grin widening.

"Ah, shut up!" Throwing my blanket from me, I get out of bed, escaping him trying to grab me by a millimetre.

He chuckles as he lets himself fall back onto the bed.

I run to collect my clothes and get into the shower quickly with the aim of getting out of this hellhole as fast as possible.

As I get out, about to put my hair up into a loose bun, I find him leaning against the headboard. I divert my eyes, hoping to hide my blush as I play with my bracelets. “I'm already late for joining Astrid and Celeste, so I'll get going."

He simply grins at me while he continues watching me and I halt in my tracks. "Stop looking at me like that. What are your plans for today?"

Reaching out to look at his phone on the nightstand, he shrugs. "Don't know. Seems like it is pretty uneventful, and my men are already bored. So, I guess I'll take a dip in the pool."

"Okay," I nod, turning around.

I have already opened the door as he practically materialises behind me, closing the door back again.

Lowering his head to my ear, he whispers, "Join me."

I have to press my lips together, swallowing a moan at the effect this simple gesture has on me.

Shaking my head, I shift my hand, gripping the door handle anew. "Fynn, please..."

He leans in further, passing his tongue over my neck, up to right beneath my ear before pushing himself off the door, and letting me slip out of the house.

***

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Astrid turns around to look at me wide-eyed as I reach her with fast steps.

"Oh, Missy. Are you kidding? We weren't expecting you at all. Didn't you want to spend time with your mate?"

I fake a smile, shaking my head. "I didn't come here for my honeymoon, did I?"

She laughs, hugging me to her side and we walk towards the little petting zoo where the kids are currently playing together.

The day passes fast while I spend it looking at the kids, helping to prepare the meals, and trying not to melt under Fynn's gaze.

He joined his warriors to watch us from a short distance, only to sit with us for the meals. I think it is totally exaggerated, but by seeing the demeanour of the others, it seems to be totally normal.

I have the impression that Fynn tries to approach me several times, but we keep getting interrupted, and if we don't he just changes his mind all by himself.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Pushing out a deep sigh, I sit down on the stairs behind the main house facing the fireplace. The children are sitting around it, listening to Celeste doing an awesome interpretation of Snow White while chewing on marshmallows.

I'm already drowning in my own thoughts as I jump up as I feel little hands pulling at my skirt.

"Want to come sit with me, my love?" I ask, making Emma nod her head.

"Very well. Come on," I lift her up to sit in my lap and she turns around, leaning her little head onto my chest.

I squeal lowly at how cute she is, as I hug her close, starting to rock her.

Leaning my head on top of hers gently, I feel my eyelids get heavy as I enjoy the atmosphere of this summer night. "May I join you?" Fynn asks.

It's unfair how he looks even more breathtaking in the glow of the fire.

I smile up at him, straightening my spine and scooting to the right to create a bit more space for Fynn to sit. "Sure."

He sits down, and we watch the spectacle in front of us in comfortable silence, before he turns towards to look at me. "She looks to be very comfortable in your arms."

"She must be smelling your scent clinging to me," I retort, making him chuckle.

"Maybe," he says, rubbing his hands. "But you are nice to be with, so maybe it's that.”

"Don't act all cute suddenly," I laugh, caressing Emma's back as she stirs. "Did she fall asleep?"

He nods, leaning in to look at her closer.

Avoiding looking at him, I let my eyes roam, noticing a few eyes on us.

"We must be looking cute," Fynn whispers, making me look at him again.

I scoff, glad for the absence of light which helps me hide my blush. "Imagine how cute we would look if it were one of ours."

Something that I can't quite decipher flashes through his eyes, and I hold his gaze, the desire for him to kiss me bubbling up my chest.

A feeble-clicking sound gets me to

tear out of my trance, and I spot Astrid with her phone pointed at us. "Sorry, but it was just too lovely to let it slip," she says in a sing-song, making us laugh.

We watch her take her seat back at the fire, and Fynn clears his throat as I concentrate back on Emma.

"You know, the pack has never treated me as kindly as since you are here," he states lowly, making me smile.

"I wonder why that is, Mr. arrogance." I sway to bump into him lightly, and he shakes his head. “They are amazing. So friendly. They made me feel at home right away."

Staring at the fire, he smiles sadly.

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"We are the strongest pack in the Northern Hemisphere. They usually aren't like this to new arrivals. But you are special, and not only because the Moon Goddess granted you three mates. They must feel that there is more to that."

"Thank you for saying that," I whisper, leaning my head against his shoulder.

Sensing how he is slowly starting to feel uncomfortable, I straighten back up, changing the subject. "Can I ask you something?"

"Aren't you already at it?" he smiles at me cheekily, making me grimace at him.

He laughs, grabbing my chin to kiss my nose. "No, seriously. Go ahead."

My heart does a backflip, and I gulp hard to keep my sanity. "Does Drake talk to you often?"

"Yeah,” he groans. "He is a chatterbox. Never shutting up."

'If he would talk more, maybe I wouldn't have to do all the work here,' Drake growls in response, making me giggle.

Fynn watches me intently with a smile that takes my breath away.

"Do you think we could talk?" he finally asks, after what seems to be an eternity.

“Sure, we are locked in together anyway."