Artemisia “What’s with her?” He asks me, and I curse myself as I see the green sprinkles in his eyes disappearing. As he seems to perceive the change in the atmosphere, I’m disappointed to see how fast he adapts to it. He loses his flirtatious demeanor swiftly and replaces it with his usual car
“Matt!” I exclaim, my desperation growing. He shakes his head as he rolls his eyes. “And you were so convinced of your 'oh, so wonderful and perfect pack' that you wouldn’t ever have a chance to show you otherwise. Don’t worry, I get it.” “No!” I protest quickly but close my eyes as I am too fas
Artemisia “Do you want me to reject you, mate?” He asks me, sending a shudder down my spine. My breath hitches in my throat as I freeze, and he flashes me a wolfish smirk. “Do you want me to reject you?” He repeats, and now I shake my head immediately. “Then I don’t care!” He says, clenching
Nodding, I try to push down the uncomfortable feeling and cringe as Fynn’s image flashes up in my mind. No. No. No. He must be feeling my desire and me making out with him. Damn it! “Are you sure?” He asks again, making me force a smile. I figure that I can’t stop to think about my options
Artemisia I wake up feeling like I’m burning up from the inside. Clasping the sheets I’m entangled in, I draw a few steady breaths trying to calm myself and reduce the pain. What the hell? I was asking myself how long it would take me to get into heat when they would keep playing around like
“Looks like someone is as horny as I am,” he teases me, breaking our kiss to smirk at me. Pushing him playfully, I blush as a happy smile creeps onto my lips. “The fact that you still get to make me cum so fast is actually quite alarming.” His laugh rumbles through me, making my skin cover in go
Artemisia I can’t recognize the voice, and yet, it sounds incredibly familiar. It feels as if it had always belonged in my head. Is his wolf talking to me? Inhaling sharply, I open my mouth to say something but my voice fails me miserably. Instead, I chose to move my hand up to pull down the
‘Fine. Whatever, idiot!’ I say into my mind and smile as Fynn’s growl vibrates through me. “Maybe she is ready,” I hear Logan say and open my eyes to look up at him. Oh, you can bet on that. Matthew, on the other hand, seems to be still worried about me as he shakes his head. “I’m not sure abo