ArtemisiaThe pups are all awfully cute. But also awfully exhausting. I get to experience their energy firsthand as after dragging me through the house to see all the rooms and after getting shown all the appliances, I get invited to play different games. Fun, fun. But so exhausting. At least now I know that whenever someone bumped their head and woke up without any recollection of daily life, they could come here and learn everything about kitchens and bathrooms. And games. Astrid and Celeste must be saints as they go through everything perfectly patiently. But even with all the children scurrying around, hyped up about their high visit, they find the time to fuss about Emma’s affection towards me. She turned into a velcro pup, and I had to take her up as she wouldn’t let me go, also, she would seem totally lost as the other children kept casting her aside to come close to me, and she couldn’t defend herself. Poor thing. As soon as I had her in my arms, she kept herself bus
Artemisia“It’s lovely to see that you are getting along again.” I’ve just stumbled back onto the gravel path after tearing myself out of his arms with the last resolve I could find, as Celeste comments on our encounter happily. I don’t want to let the rumour spread about how fucked up it really is, so I just force a smile. “Thank you. He is a good mate, I hate that we left such a bad impression on the pack as a couple.” “Oh, you don’t have to worry about this. We were all glad he met his match.” She giggles cutely as she adds, “You are both so hot-blooded, it must be really nice.” She blushes, making me look at her incredulously. It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?! “Erm… It is, to be honest,” I agree with her, making her giggle. Oh, Goddess. My heart gets a little blow at my thought that it is all a lie, and that I would actually like to have a drama-free relationship with him. As I sigh, my gaze falls on Astrid walking in front of the pups, and Emma sleeping in her arms.
Artemisia “Where the fuck have you been?” Logan glares at me from the top of the stairs. I scoff, forcing a smile as I walk up to him. “Good evening to you too, Logan.” He exhales through his nose while he frowns. “Where have you been so long? You were supposed to finish with the pups about 5 hours ago.” Getting hold of his wrist as he looks at his watch, I turn into his arm to lean against him and look at it as well. “Is it so late already?” “Missy…” he reprimands me, but I can feel how he is breathing me in. Grinning up at him, I let my eyes move down onto his lips before looking back up into his darkened eyes. “I went out to have dinner with Lisa.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, acting like having me this close wouldn’t bother him. “I wrote Cayden a text, didn’t he tell you?” I ask him, pouting theatrically. He growls, grimacing. “Of course he told me! But why do I have to find out by a messenger and not directly by my mate?” “Sorry,” I say, turning back aro
ArtemisiaBy the moment his lips finally claim mine, I become his hostage fully. He pulls me down onto the lounge sofa and shifts to have me lying beneath him. I moan against his lips as he moves his leg between mine and his knee further up, making me spread them for him. Oh, Goddess. Our glasses shatter on the floor, making me jump but he holds me down, without breaking the kiss once. “Forget it. We can clean it all up tomorrow.” he snarls against my lips. I hum again, agreeing with him, and he starts unbuttoning my blouse. He is just about to open it for him, as I clasp it close. “Not here,” I breathe out, my thoughts wandering toward someone who could be watching us. “Yes, you are right!” He nods, agreeing with me. Getting up, he lifts me into his arms, making me giggle. As we reach his bedroom, he closes the door behind him before he climbs the stairs, throwing me on his bed. He is on me in the blink of an eye, and I laugh as he kisses me, making me sink into the comfor
Artemisia“What are your plans for today?” Logan’s smoky morning voice gets me to look up at him. He is lying on his back while I’m resting my head on his arm. “I promised Alberta to help her with the sewing work for the costumes for the summer ball to celebrate the solstice.” “You can sew?” he asks curiously, and I shake my head with a giggle. “Not really. But she was so excited about having me on board that I took something I could eventually manage by someone helping me out.” He laughs as he continues to caress the hair falling on my back. “You are cute.” “Thank you,” I scrunch my nose, blushing. “I just wanted to make a good impression as future Beta Female.” Chuckling, he turns to me and pulls me close. “Oh, you did make the best of impressions already.” “Stop it, Logan,” I say happily and push him away as he starts nibbling on the skin on my neck again. He groans, laying on his back again, and watches me with a smile. “How about you move in with me?” Pursing my lips, I
Artemisia “Oh, dear Goddess.” I jump as Alberta shows up behind me as I am examining my ball gown, which must have been delivered to me just in time for Fynn to trash it. So mean. The red fabric adorned with the little gems is now just a witness of how sharp claws can be. By all the tears, and seeing that the middle is nearly cut through, it is actually remarkable how it is still hanging against my closet as one item. She recovers herself pretty quickly as she walks into my walk-in wardrobe wearing an encouraging smile. “Nothing a pair of talented hands can’t fix.” “Your optimism is golden, Alberta.” I laugh, passing my fingers over the shredded fabric hanging on a cloth hanger. “Thank you.” Sighing, I shake my head as I feel like I'm trapped in some strange and unromantic adaptation of the beauty and the beast. She lifts the pile of fabrics she is holding in her hands up into the air and her smile grows. “I brought you something.” “Perfect, work is just what I need t
ArtemisiaMatthew flashes me a gorgeous grin as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.“What is going on?” I ask, my voice not more than a loud whisper. He shrugs while he steps closer to stand directly in front of me. “We thought we would come by to ask you how you slept. Tell me, my beautiful mate. Did you have a good night?” “You two are impossible,” I say while shaking my head, making them chuckle. “But yes, I guess it was alright.” Matthew lets his eyes fall onto my lips and lets them wander further down to eye up my body. I heat up automatically as I watch him taking my appearance in. “Strip,” he says finally, tearing me out of my squirming. I sense Fynn standing next to me and I turn my face to him, seeing him glaring at me with his jaw clenched. “Don’t look at him,” Matthew snarls, getting me to look back at him. “I asked you to do something.” A wave of heat wafts through me, and I smile, loving how he takes control. Slowly, I start slipping my top off a
Artemisia “Fuck, yes!” I scream in pleasure as Matthew pushes the beaded dildo into me. He had prepared me with his fingers, pounding me with two of them gently, and made me wet enough again to be able to take it easily. But starting out gently doesn’t seem to be good enough for him as he wraps his hand around my neck to stabilise himself better to thrust into me harder. I claw down on Matthew’s shoulder with the hand that I don’t need to keep me stable and have wrapped around Fynn’s strong shoulders. They must love to torture me as the vibrations of the couple's toy are still going and I feel my sanity slipping from me. “It’s too much,” I breathe out, and shudder pleasantly as Fynn kisses me right below my ear. “Do you want us to stop?” he asks, and I surprise myself as I shake my head. “No!” I moan, my lust taking over my entire being. “Don’t stop!” Feeling my release building up and bubbling into my chest, I turn my head to press my lips against his throat. “I’m cuming! I’m