When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42
Artemisia

I can’t recognize the voice, and yet, it sounds incredibly familiar. It feels as if it had always belonged in my head.

Is his wolf talking to me?

Inhaling sharply, I open my mouth to say something but my voice fails me miserably.

Instead, I chose to move my hand up to pull down the border of my blanket, exposing me to him, as he instructed me to.

The red flecks that have appeared in his eyes take over the entire iris, glowing intensely as Fynn flashes me a wolfish smile.

I ignore my heart beating into my throat because of the intensity of the situation, and I pull my blanket further down. He moves on his knees, adjusting to me pushing the blanket completely off me with my feet.

Before I can even grasp my head around what is happening, he has grabbed me and pulled me beneath him.

As he hovers over me, still completely silent, he lets his lips and nose scan my skin, nearly touching it, leaving goose bumps on the way.

My heart squeezes in my chest as my body burns up again, it resembles the feeling that I had when I was waking up, only that it isn’t painful anymore.

It is pleasant…

It is soothing…

And it drives me crazy.

As my lust increases by the second, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

I groan, cussing him out internally, as he gets me to react like this without even touching me.

Idiot!

Low growls from Logan and Matthew show me how they can smell my arousal in the air.

My head is suddenly spinning out of control as I continue to watch Fynn moving further down my shaking frame, examining every inch of my skin.

It seems like my mates are holding back, squirming next to me as if they were about to wait for Fynn to do something.

As he finally gets to my pussy, I nearly lose my mind as I see him taking a deep breath, breathing in the scent of my lust.

Wait, no!, a little voice screams in my head. He has been so mean to us, we shouldn’t let him do as he pleases like this. Do something and stop him.

But instead of acting upon her advice, I move my hands over my head, stretching beneath his examination and closing my eyes with a deep breath.

I drown the little voice rampaging in my head in the intensifying fog in my mind and just let myself go under my instinctive desire for him to finally do something.

I’ve had Matthew and Logan, but Fynn never had the chance to show me how he would treat me in bed.

He had teased me once, but other than that, he never got as intimate with me like his brothers did.

Between penalties and our fights, he would never have had the chance to be invited by me into my bed, so the fact that it happened like this has my skin burning up even more.

Goddess, what did you do?

I remember him telling me that he was not gentle as his brothers, and as my brain goes in overdrive at thinking about the possibility of him fucking me raw, I push out a low moan.

‘I know you want it, mate.’ A shiver runs down my spine as the rough and deep voice speaks inside my head again.

I lift my head, seeing Fynn staring back up at me, as he presses a kiss just millimetres above my pussy.

‘But?’ I ask in my head, hoping it would reach him.

He just grins, ignoring me, and before I can protest again, I get distracted by Logan, lifting my chin with his fingers to make me look at him.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, worry flashing in his eyes.

“Yes,” I whisper, while a sultry wave rolls through me.

Closing my eyes, I move my hips up, wanting Fynn to get closer to my core, but he just grabs my hips and pushes me down. I gasp as he flashes me a sly grin.

‘Not so fast, mate.’ his wolf reprimands me amused.

I groan, but enjoy the sparks running up and down my body, triggered by his touch. ‘Are you only going to talk to me through your wolf? Really?’

His wolf tsks, and I look at Fynn who is already back, concentrating on my skin. ‘What?’

‘He says that he has nothing to say to you.’ his wolf answers and I hear the deep disagreement in his voice.