When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Artemisia

Turning around, I stare at Fynn agape as I take a step back. "What the fuck?! Fynn, how did you get in here?"

"Ah, those stupid locks." He groans, shaking his head. "As if they could stop me."

I know that I will just entice him when I turn my back to him to walk away, but I can't seem to keep my curiosity back.

"You have a three-day penalty," I shout back at him, freezing in front of my fully locked and secured door.

Shit!

Fynn has his arms wrapped around me in the blink of an eye, pulling me to his front.

"I'm not playing that game." He growls, his lips pressed against my ear. "You are my fucking mate. As if he could tell me what to do."

My heart skips a beat as I feel him bite into my earlobe, making me mewl softly. "No, but you are going to listen to me, right? Let me go!"

"Nice try, princess." He chuckles, making my blood freeze in my veins. "But there is something we have to discuss."

I squeal as he turns me around, picking me up into his arms. Clenching my towel close, I risk flashing him as my body gets invaded by the pleasurable electricity streaming from his hands touching my exposed skin.

"Fynn, let me down!" I shout, not able to trash as much as I wanted to.

"As you wish, princess." He says mockingly, before throwing me onto my bed.

Before I can even gasp indignantly, he is already on top of me. His black eyes capture my gaze instantly, taking my breath away.

"What were you thinking about just now?" He asks with his teeth clenched, as I push my brain to function normally.

"No... Nothing. What is your fucking problem?" I start pounding onto his chest, wanting him to get off me.

Growling annoyedly, he clasps my hands into his, moving them over my head.

Well, shit!

"What. Were. You. Thinking. About?"

I do everything in my power to disguise my panting at my body trying to cope with his vicinity and the sparks traveling on my skin. "Fynn! Let me go! How did you even get in here?!"

"Your answer for mine, beautiful." He chuckles, biting into my neck softly.

My moan falls from my lips before I can stop it, making him groan broadly. "Then you'll never know," I say my clenched teeth, moving my head slightly forward.

He barks out a laugh that vibrates through me. He moves on top of me, making it hard not to have my eyes roll into the back of my head as his hard bulge against my core.

Oh, Goddess.

"The windows, little mate." He hums as he starts pressing featherlight kisses down my throat. "The idiots didn't secure them."

I sigh as he reaches the crook of my neck, moving further down.

"I wasn't thinking about anything in particular." I breathe out, getting him to stop with a snarl.

Gulping, I look up at him, seeing him looking at me discontentedly. "Please, I can't tell you."

"Was it about him?"

I groan, rolling my eyes. "Him. Him. Him. There is no him! You idiot."

"Don't idiot me. I know that you wanted to stay back in your pack to be with him."

He lifts me up, making me scream as he positions me further up the bed. I watch him hypnotized as he takes a pair of handcuffs out of his sweatpants.

You must be fucking kidding me.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll get it out of you eventually."

He manages to tie me to the wiry head of my bed, even if I fight hard to get my hands out of his grip. "Fynn, no!"

I pull down my hands, but the wired decoration of the head of my bed doesn't even budge.

"Fynn, I'm being serious, I-" My words get stuck in my throat, as he rips my towel open.

My bare chest heaves as he

watches me with lust-clouded eyes. He lets his fingers glide over the side of my thighs as he gets up on his knees bite my bottom lip as he gets between my legs fully, spreading me for him.

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"The truth, babe." He whispers, my brain skipping its service once again.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Shaking my head, I mewl as his fingers travel back up, bringing him back to lay on top of me.

My pussy throbs painfully as its longing becomes nearly unbearable.

"I can't," I say while pressing my face to my arm.

He hums, pressing his lips right below my ear. "Tell me, or you'll be my slave for the entire day."

Moaning automatically, I feel so

embarrassed that I would like a

black hole to open up and S

me whole. Even without Cassy screaming at me, my brain is

imploring me to keep quiet, having me be at his disposal for the entire day.

"Were you about to touch yourself while thinking about the idiot?" He growls and presses his hard cock covered by the fabrics of his clothes onto my wet folds.

Get them off!

"Yes! I was thinking about an idiot!

And I was about to touch myself as I got out, but you had no right to assault me like that." I breathe out, regretting it the moment I have uttered it as his face distorts with rage.

Suddenly, a loud banging reaches us from the front door. I guess my mates must have perceived something. My heartbeat accelerates as the door is getting kicked in with deafening hits.

He turns his head to look over his shoulder while I keep my eyes on him. His perfectly shaped jaw, his full lips that I want to feel back on me.

"Finnegan," I whisper, making him turn his head to me wide-eyed. “He is not the idiot I was fantasizing about."

The corner of his lips twitch lightly just before he gets tackled by his brothers, tearing him off me.