Unscramble Touched Novels & Stories

finally believed that touch didn't have to destroy. It could build, too.

“I...I will unwrap for ye if ye unwrap for me as well.” “Unwrap?” “Undress. I will unwrap my breasts for ye if ye undress for me. I can nay be certain I can handle touching though. We may only be looking. If ye are agreeable to that, I would like to try it.”

“Our Alpha Luna is safe now and we must keep it that way.” “She is on the road to recovery and with hope her mental wounds will heal also. We just need to keep her hidden and the Alpha from ever finding out she is moon touched.” Doc says while checking on her IV lines.

“See if they touched you. If they ruined you.” I went still. “What!?”

Her mind badly wants to protest but her body doesn't. Sunday trembled when she felt his hands unbuttoning his blouse and even gasps when she felt his warm hands touch her bare chest. But why can't she move and push this man and run? Why did she let him touch her body like this? Is it because of what she just witnessed a while ago? Or because she likes it too? She placed her arms in his chest to push him but she realized that it was a wrong move. She can feel his firm chest which made her want to stay.

I ask him and he replies with a soft “sure.” “Did I do that to you?” I point at the scatch on his face and he seems confused at first, and then he notices what I am referring to. “Oh, you mean the scratch? Ah, that’s nothing,” He waves it off but I still feel crappy about it. He touches the scratch with his hand and I can tell it is painful to touch because he whines slightly when his hand make contact with it. “I’m sorry,” I apologize anyway.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

But I knew Sebastian must be feeling it, too. He released his hand's grip for a moment and carefully placed it on my stomach, touching the surface of my gel-cold skin. The touch, though light, felt like an unspoken promise. My breath caught as I felt a small movement from inside my womb like there was an invisible communication between him and our babies.

The defiant tone of their interactions had given way to this silent moment of vulnerability, and it left him with a sense of unease he couldn't easily shake. Taking a deep breath, Mace unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to the passenger's seat, his dark, silk hair falling across his forehead. Gently, he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from Nysaa's face. The gesture was surprisingly tender for a man who had been so resolute in his coldness.

She responded and nodded softly to him but then the robe shifted when she reached for a cup, revealing a hint of her cleavage. I looked away too swiftly and hated the reaction almost immediately. We didn’t say anything to each other. I drank my coffee while she poured tea, after which I felt her glance flick toward me, cautious. Then she moved past me to grab honey for which her body brushed against my arm. It was accidental but my body registered it coupled with the faint scent of lavender that hovered in the air. She reacted too. I could tell from the way her strides hurried before she stopped on the other side of the counter.