When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79
ARTEMISIA

Before my brain can even register what is happening, I’m already being slammed against the wall, my air getting knocked out of my lungs.

“Fynn!” I shriek after filling my lungs back up with a gasp.

I push against his chest, but he ignores me, leaning in to nibble at my skin. He lets his lips travel up and down my neck, overwhelming me with the friction he creates on his way.

Soon enough, I stop fighting him, and start melting in his arms, making him step even closer. As he grabs my legs, he lifts me to have them wrapped around his waist, pressing himself onto me. I moan as he makes me feel his hardening dick, causing him to bite into my skin softly.

“Fynn, wait,” I breathe out, and he surprisingly reacts, distancing himself from me.

My chest heaves as I look up at him, and he tilts his head. He waits for me to speak as he draws me into his spell, making me lose myself in his eyes.

This isn’t going to end well.

Make him stop.

He doesn’t want you as his mate.

While my inner voice is still screaming at me, I blend it out completely as I notice how he is inching closer.

My breath hitches in my throat as his lips graze mine, and I close my eyes, waiting for him to claim them.

Only that nothing happens.

Opening my eyes slowly, I find him grinning slyly at me.

“Glad to see how you absolutely hate it when I touch you,” he mocks me smugly, making me slap him.

I’m convinced that he just moved his head with my slap to prevent me from breaking my hand, but he clenches his jaw nonetheless.

“Get the fuck off me!” I shout, and he takes a step back, looking at me angrily. “And wipe that expression off your face. Stop being a jerk to people if you don’t like them to react unpleasantly to you.”

He simply continues to glare at me while I breathe like I was just running a marathon. “Look, I get it. We are both feeling the pull because of our bond. But we can’t keep going on like that. My heart can’t take it anymore.”

“And what do you want us to do?” he asks, rage still present in his eyes.

I shrug, sighing. “I don’t know. But don’t you think this isn’t fair? Also, for Harper.”

“Goddess, why are you bringing her up?” He moves his hand over his face, pushing out an exhausted breath.

Shaking my head, I swallow a sob. “Because I saw how you looked at her. At the construction site. You told her to wait for her in front of your quarters. You told me there was a she-wolf-”

“She isn’t the she-wolf I want to get off with,” he interrupts me.

“Who is she then? See, you have to stop sending me all those confusing signals,” I shout, gesticulating wildly with my hands.

“It’s not that easy, Artemisia,” he says, making my heart stop at him saying my name without any mockery.

Passing my hand through my hair, I lean back against the wall. “You all have to stop telling me that something is complicated.”

He takes a step towards me, cupping my chin to make me look at him again, “I will tell you everything, but you have to trust me until I do. Can you do that for me?”

I nod my head feebly, tears prickling in my eyes.

A slight smile appears on his face, but I make sure he loses it instantaneously. “Would you please sleep on the couch tonight?”

As he nods, I sigh relieved. Taking a step into him, I get him to move out of my way.

He stands there for a split second as I start unpacking my bags. “I will warm up dinner. Will you eat something with me at least?”

I nod again, uttering a low ‘uh-huh’ but refuse to look at him.

Fynn walks to the kitchen and starts warming up the dinner they had prepared for us silently as I put away my clothes.

As I turn around, I get the shock of my life as I discover the dolls sitting on a sideboard. They are all looking at me creepily, making me shudder. After putting my clothes in one of the drawers, I check if Fynn is watching me before I stuff the dolls into the lowest drawer of the sideboard.

We sit down at the island as if it was normal routine after he had dinner warmed up for us.

I can hold my tongue for a little while until I can’t take the silence anymore. “Can we at least not spend another couple of hours without saying anything because I don’t like it.”

He smiles faintly as this gets him to finally look at me, “Sure.”

“Okay, thanks,” I breathe out.

“Have you thought about what Cayden said to you?” he asks, making me glare at him agape.