When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25
“How lovely to see that you are having fun.”

Fynn’s darkened glare feels like a stab in my heart.

I’m still frozen to my spot, my throat closed by a knot made out of worry and fear as Logan pushes me behind him slightly, shielding me from his brother.

His touch feels soothing and alarming at the same time, and I gulp not able to tear my eyes off Fynn’s.

He is just sitting there with his jaw clenched, and it pains me how much anger and disgust courses through me.

The emotions overpower me to the extent that I feel like throwing up.

“What are you doing here?” Matthew asks, making Fynn look at him.

He tilts his head, his grin morphing his face into a deadly grimace. “Nothing, just sitting here waiting to have breakfast with my mate.”

“No, he means… When the fuck did they let you out of the cell?”

He chuckles looking at Logan. “Only this morning.” My heart stops as he turns his head to look back at me. “Just as the agony got worse again.”

In the blink of an eye, he moves to stand before us. My breath hitches in my throat as he growls, tilting his head at me.

His shoulder touches Logan’s as he leans in to me, while I try not to flinch back as it will lead to him losing his mind completely.

“You reek horribly,” he snarls, making my heart squeeze painfully. “Tell me, little mate, what did you do all night and this beautiful morning?”

“Stop it!” Logan hisses, stepping into him to get him to straighten his spine and get away from me.

Fynn growls, not amused about his brother’s intervention. “I don’t think that my mate needs to be protected from me.”

Logan and Matthew lower their heads for a second, and I guess they must feel as bad as I do.

“What the fuck did you do, huh?” Fynn asks, looking between the two. “We had a fucking deal.”

“They didn’t sleep with me!” I blurt out, wanting to save the situation, but it only gets me another deadly glare. “I- I begged them too, but they told me about the deal and kept their promises.”

What the hell am I even saying?!

As if it would make anything better!

Fynn’s eyes switch colors, the red flecks swirling in his darkened irises.

“Is this really true, little mate?” His threatening and mocking grin reappears on his face as he tilts his head at me. “Why do you stink so strongly of their cum?”

My breath hitches in my throat, and I can’t keep myself from taking a step back anymore, getting rage to flash through his eyes.