When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 71 ARTEMISIA

I wake up feeling like I got hit by a bus running at full speed.

Peeling my eyes open, I think I must be hallucinating as his mouth-watering scent invades my senses.

Turning in his strong arms, I find myself in the embrace of Fynn, who is still sleeping peacefully. I rub my eyes, thinking I must be losing my mind, but he doesn't transform, he doesn't disappear.

He is really here.

Lying in my bed.

"Stop fidgeting around so much," his deep and husky voice gets me to halt in my movements. "I'm trying to sleep, you know."

Laying still, I lean my head on his arm, murmuring to myself, "Is this another dream?"

"No, princess." he sighs, and I believe him immediately as he sneers the word out again, mocking me. "You were screaming bloody murder, and I was the only one who got you to fall asleep again."

I look up at him wide-eyed before laughing awkwardly. "You are kidding me, right?"Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why should I?" he sighs, making me shake my head.

"No way your touch was more soothing to me than Logan's," I push out, regretting my words as he opens his eyes, showing me that the red flakes are already present.

"Well, princess. You two can act all lovey-dovey, but at the end of the day, your body wants what it wants. So, I had to play your cuddle toy for the night instead of being cuddled by my personal fairy."

I squint my eyes at him, before I box him into his stomach with all my might, not even getting him to budge while I risked breaking my fingers. "Oh, I'm sorry for having disrupted your plans, Master Fynn."

He chuckles, making me gasp as he entangles his fingers in my hair, jerking my head back to look at him. "I love it when you call me that."

Scoffing, I try to overplay my arousal but it just gets worse as he leans in to nibble at the skin of my neck. "And I love it when you show me your claws, Kitten."

My eyes roll into the back of my head as he starts sucking my skin between his teeth, and I'm quite sure he will leave a love bite.

Damn him, and his alluring voice...

And body...

And...

Shaking my head as much as I can, I get myself out of his trance and push against his chest.

Suddenly, a doubt arises in me, squeezing my heart. He must be feeling it because he lifts my chin with his finger, looking worried. "What's wrong?"

I look at him, wetting my lips with my tongue, my heart beating into my throat. "Were you with one of your fairies yesterday?"

"What?" he asks me, as if I was being nuts.

"You heard it. Don't act like I'm dumb," I say, trying to sound confident while my air is being cut by my anxiety.

He studies my face for a second before he shakes his head. "Of course not. I'd never do this to you."

Pushing out a breath of relief, I nod. "Okay."

"You believe me, right?" He looks at me, seemingly desperate, and I nod again.

"Good," he sighs, wrapping his arms back around me to pull me close. "How are you feeling, by the way? Still hot?"

He seems to be actually worried, as he slips his hand under my t-shirt to lay his hand onto my back.

groan as I lean my forehead against his chest. "This is a dream."

"How much do you actually dream of me that you assume this so easily?" he laughs.

Leaning my head back, I frown at him.

"I never dream of you," I lie.

"Sure," he chuckles. "You dream of Logan."

I roll my eyes, wanting to get out of

his hold, but he holds me back.

"I

was just saying it because you are

being nice to me, and not insulting me as you usually do."

"Ah, I forgot about the Fynn-mocking-free zone in Missy's dream territory," he mocks me again, but my heart skips a beat as he says it. "What did you say?" I ask, making him shake his head.

"You were in terrible pain. I don't want to be mean to someone who is hurting," he says instead.

"Oh, Master Fynn has a heart. Who would have ever imagined," I mock him, getting Drake to chuckle in my mind while Fynn grins at me. Gulping painfully, I close my eyes as I feel exhausted. "What happened to me?"

"I can't tell you," he answers quickly.

"Because you actually don't know or because you don't want to?" I inquire further, making him distort his face.

"Cayden has given me a deadline, and I plan on taking every day of it until I tell you." He clenches his teeth, avoiding looking at me.

"Here you go, being mean again," I sigh. "When will be the last day of the deadline?"

"The ball for the solstice," he answers shortly.

I purse my lips as I giggle. "I'm not going to the ball with you though."

"Why not?" He growls, making me grin. "Are you already going with Logan? Did the idiot already ask you?"

"Don't call him an idiot. And he didn't ask me, I just thought it would be normal as a Beta Female."

“Ha! Is it official already?!” he pushes out, and my heart squeezes as I see hurt flashing in his eyes. “Congratulations, then.”

"No need to be so condescending," I murmur, making him hum.

Without saying anything else, he takes my hand and starts kissing my fingertips. My heart flips in my chest, as my core throbs. "What are you doing?" I ask in a whisper, but he continues unbothered.

Reaching my middle finger, he

slowly lets his tongue glide up

between my ring finger and myl

middle finger, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"So, if I were to ask you," he starts lowly, as my breath hitches in my throat. "Would you still be free to come with me?"

I nod slowly, my senses in a haze.

"Will you come to the big ball with me then?” he asks, making me nod again.

"Your words Artemisia," he growls, and I blink.

"Yes," I answer in a whisper. "Yes, I'll go to the ball with you."

He grins proudly as he beams at me, "Great. This way, I won't have to look for long to find you and tell you what the reason for your rejection will be."

Asshole.