When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 58 ARTEMISIA

"Missy, are you alright?" Cayden asks, and even if he does sound worried, his voice has a strange tone to it.

“Mh-mhm,” I nod my head repeatedly, hoping he would just go away.

"Doesn't look like it," he insists, taking a step towards me.

Lifting my hand, I stop him. "No... Please..."

By fighting my pleasure, and Fynn's feelings streaming through me, I can't seem to form a coherent sentence.

I feel his excitement for the chase growing, and I get flooded by my own desire for him to catch me that even Cassy squirms with pleasant anticipation.

But maybe her demeanour is more due to Cayden's darkening gaze as Fynn's craving to claim us.

As expected, Cayden doesn't listen to me and keeps getting closer. His expression morphing, losing its worried traits, is my gruesome confirmation that he is slowly realising what is happening.

And that I'm in fact doing quite alright.

"Missy..." he pushes again, my name rolling off his tongue like it's the best thing he got to say all his life.

It seems to take him an eternity before he finally reaches me, eyeing me up. "Did you guys fight again?"

"Something like that," I clear my throat, keeping me from moaning.

He tilts his head, squinting his eyes at me. "What's this sound?"

Oh, my Goddess.

"I- I'm so sorry," I breathe out. "This is so embarrassing. We tried something spicy... And now it backfired."

I push out a laugh, making him smile.

Oh, no. That doesn't help!

"So, that comes from... Is it-"

“Uh-huh,” I interrupt him, getting a chuckle in return.

My heart beats out of control, fucking up my breathing pattern even more as he shakes his head. "You have nothing to be embarrassed for. Sorry about interrupting your... game."

"It's okay," I answer feebly, my gaze locking with his as he puts a hand on my waist, moving it to the small of my back slowly.

The scent of my arousal must be lulling him in as he looks down at me, the golden flecks in his eyes swirling around wildly.

"Cayden," I try to speak, but my whisper comes out all raspy.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, making me shake my head.

Biting my bottom lip, I'm still pushing down the waves of pleasure, and he leans in. "Stop fighting it, then."

“Huh?” My breath hitches in my throat as he grins at me, my chest squeezing at what he might be alluding to.

"Let yourself go," his husky whisper travels down my spine, making me shiver pleasantly.

Finally finding the strength to move, I lift my hands to hold onto his shirt, crumpling it while balling my hands into fists.

He lowers his gaze, and I watch him observing his fingers that move to the toy vibrating between my legs.

Opening the button of my jeans, he slips his fingers into them, gliding over the fabric of my panties.

As he keeps me stabilised by the hand on my back, he presses onto the sex toy through the fabrics gently, increasing the effect it has on my clit. Closing my eyes, I press my lips together to stifle another moan, clawing onto his shirt.

"Don't hold back," he growls, making me gasp.

I relax in his arms and stop suffocating my moans. While my orgasm builds in me, I throw my head back against the wall, closing my eyes.

He lets me enjoy it for a moment before I feel him increasing the pressure on his hold, making me open my eyes with a gasp to look at him.

I don't even need him to say anything as my gaze meets his. He captures me with his dark eyes, getting me to concentrate on him while the sex toy vibrates against my clit, triggering my orgasm.

His hand feels soothing and strong at the same time as I come in his arms with a loud moan.

"Fuck,” he whispers as I shiver at the afterwaves wafting through me.

The sex toy stops vibrating, and he takes his hand out of my pants, stepping into me, getting me pressed against the wall.

My heartbeat accelerates as I'm catching my breath and I see him inching closer.

Wait... No!

Even if my skin buzzes pleasurably, and my bad conscience is winning its fight against the good one celebrating in my head, I panic.

I can't deny that my body screams for his lips to claim mine, and I think of just closing my eyes and letting it happen.

Freeing myself from my frozen state, I lift my hand, putting it onto his mouth clumsily, just as he is just millimetres away from my face.

My chest heaves as I see his eyes widen, and I feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

"I'm so sorry!" I whimper, cursing myself out because all I can do is think of Fynn.

And I can't possibly kiss another man if my mind is consumed by the desire for him coming to claim me.

Straightening his spine slightly, he

frees himself from my hold. "No, no!

This was stupid of me. I'm the one

who has to apologise. It was in the spur of the moment... Please forgive me"

Sighing, I shake my head, my hand still holding him by his shirt. "You are the usual gentleman."

We chuckle awkwardly, before I squirm, realising that I'm still in his arms.

He doesn't seem to want to let me go, and I gulp as I meet his intense gaze again. We fall silent, and after

what seems to be an eternity, force a smile. "Maybe I should go.

OUMS

My whisper has barely left my lips as the door to the entertainment rooms opens with a bang.

Even before I can turn my head to see who it is, I feel a wave of immensely painful emotions, making me feel like I can't breathe.

"Get your hands off my mate!" Fynn's growl reaches my ear, mixing with his pain and disappointment.

"Finnegan, it's not what-" Cayden starts, wanting to explain himself, but Fynn interrupts him.

"I do not fucking care. Get your filthy hands off her!" He shouts, making me stare at him wide-eyed.

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I know that he has all the right to because I'm his mate, but still.

My heart skips a beat as I do the only right thing and move out of Cayden's embrace, stepping aside.

yden inhales mortified as he seems to have come back to his right ses as well and he takes a step towards his brother. "I swear that it as not what you might think."

Fynn scoffs as he lets his gaze roam on me and halts on my opened button and zip that I'm closing hastily.

Well fuck!

"Of course," he says mockingly, flashing his brother a grotesque grin. "You just wanted to help her to get rid of the thing."

“Oh, Goddess," I whisper as I blush.

He takes a step towards his brother, and adds with a snarl, "And weren't trying to fuck my mate."

"Fynn!" I gasp, standing in his way.

His eyes hold so much rage that I would swear that he is about to attack him. Laying my hand onto his cheeks, I get him to look back at me, and I can swear that his angry look softens.

“Come on let's go," I say, stepping around him and leaving the room.

Fynn shoots a last glare at Cayden before following me silently up the stairs.

I wait until we are in my quarters, as

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I lock the door behind us, pushing out a deep breath. "Goddess, this is a mess. And I'm so sorry. It really wasn't what it looked like. I was about to leave that situation anyway," I say apologetically, but he doesn't seem to be interested.

"I don't care anyway. You don't have to be sorry." He answers nonchalantly, and I bite onto my tongue.

Squinting my eyes at him, I cross my arms over my chest. "And what was that 'get your hands off my mate' then?"

"I was just annoyed about him doing as he pleases as the glorious Alpha in here. This has nothing to do with you," he says with a chuckle, and I sigh. “Okay. Fair enough. I forgot about the she-wolf you were wanting to get off with." Putting my hand on my head, he grins back at me stupidly.

“See, you are not that dense," he jokes.

"Out!" I simply say, glaring at him, making him look at me questioningly.

“Did I stutter? I said out.” Taking a step forward, I start pushing him out through my rooms. "Get the fuck out, Fynn!”

He doesn't fight the fact that I am simply pushing him out of the door, and as soon as he stands in the hallway, he looks like a puppy that has been

left in the rain.

"Like I wouldn't feel your fucking emotions, you moron." I take a step back, before grinning at him. "And don't you dare try sneaking into my bedroom

again at night!"

His face as I slam my door close must be the best I have ever seen.