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
Artemisia“What the hell were you thinking?” I’m chewing on the nail of my thumb, as I’m leaning against the wall, wrapped in a dressing gown. After Cayden nearly broke down my door to fall into my room and interrupt us at the best moment, he risked his life as Fynn and Logan were ready to attack
Artemisia As I step into the office, my heart stops. Cayden has his face buried in his hands, and I feel so much desperation at seeing him like this, that I could cry. I would like to step around the desk and hug him, but that would hardly be appropriate. “Please take a seat,” he says with an
I gulp, staring at him agape. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, and my brain can’t keep up with trying to untangle the mess, failing to let me form a coherent thought. “Is it true?” I whisper finally, my throat feeling dried out. “The rumour, I mean.” Shaking his head, he gets m