When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57
ARTEMISIA

Fire…

Fire is nowhere near the heat that I’m feeling streaming through me as he moves his hands up to hold my face as he kisses me.

I moan against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he moves his hands to the back of my head and down my body.

He lifts me up and slams me against the wall, beating out the little air I had still left in my lungs. His muscular abs press against the couple’s toy, making it impossible for me to think straight.

I let him devour me, enjoying every second of it. He breaks the kiss to move his lips along my jawline and further down to my neck.

I claw down onto his shoulders, throwing my head back against the wall, my heart beating into my throat, risking suffocating me.

Suddenly, a suppressing sensation streams through me. I feel like drowning as I get overwhelmed by the feeling that must come from Fynn.

“Fynn?” I ask, my voice failing me as fear expands in my chest.

He growls threateningly, and my heart stops as I feel his sharp canines graze the crook of my neck. “Hold still.”

Freezing, I try to calm my erratic heartbeat by taking a few slow breaths. I realise that he must be fighting his wolf, who must be pushing forward to mark and mate me.

I recognize that it must be his fear that I feel, and I squeeze his shoulders as his hold keeps tightening.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, feeling him tense.

He tears himself off me, stepping backwards with his gaze lowered. “Go talk to Matt about if you can take it out.”

“Fynn, I…” I start, but my words get caught in my throat as he lifts his head, and I look into his totally black eyes.

The blackness seems to even spill out of them as small dark veins run along his face.

“Out!” he shouts, making me jump. “Don’t turn around!”

Pressing myself further into the wall behind me, I might do the stupidest thing I ever did. “No! Are you crazy? I’m not running from you! Do you want your wolf to kill me?”

“I won’t kill you, little mate.” Fynn tilts his head while his voice starts mixing with Drake’s, making me feel like I’m trapped in some awfully scary movie. “I will just make you mine!”

My heart goes crazy while I fight to keep my thoughts reasonable, but it is getting increasingly difficult as my mind gets flooded by awesomely indecent pictures of him claiming me. “Do it here then, I won’t run.”

Pressing my palms against the cold wall, I realise how I must be burning up. I see Fynn sniffing the air, and I fear he must be smelling my arousal.

Goddess.

“Artemisia,” he growls, sending a shiver down my spine.

“No!” I lift my chin, praying that my legs do not give out beneath me. “You will have to take a calming breath.”

I detach one hand from the wall and move it before my body, mimicking while inhaling and exhaling, as if he still had to learn it. “And you will get him in check.”

His snarl gets my skin to buzz, and I get a little push at standing my ground. “I can’t run from you, Fynn. Not if it will enhance his desire to chase me.”

“You don’t know what you are doing,” he growls lowly, and I nod my head repeatedly.

“Well,” I say in a strangely high-pitched tone. “I know that you are strong, and I would guess that none of the warriors standing around in this dorm can actually overpower you. So, I calculated that my chances of getting to Cayden before you will get me are very small.”

Fynn laughs, and I brace myself for getting ripped from the wall. “Cayden can’t do shit against me.”

My heart stills in my chest as he stalks closer and leans his hands against the wall, caging me in.

His warm breath fans my skin as he leans in, and my eyes examine his face starstrucked.