When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 26 Artemisia Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“You heard me correctly, don’t play dumb. Reject me already if you think she is not flirty enough towards her idiotic kidnapper!” I shout at him, making him distort his face in disgust.

Matthew and Logan look at me wide-eyed as they seem to be frozen while watching our cat-and- mouse game.

“Missy, this is not…” Logan starts, but my adrenaline is already streaming so fast through my veins that I interrupt him.

“No, no. Let him go ahead.” I say, shifting on my feet as if I could take him down in a fight when even both his brothers cower in front of him. “Do what you have to do. I’m not staying here to be insulted further just because my wolf doesn’t act like the She-wolves that can’t wait to spread their legs for you, so go ahead. And finally let me return home, you moron.”

Cassy mewls in my head, and I scoff. ‘Can you decide what you want at least?’

Straightening my spine, I brace myself for the alpha-breed idiot to break our bond, the emotions of hatred and sadness making it hard to hold my head up high.

Is he really sad? Or am I interpreting something wrong?

“I’m not going to reject you.” Fynn mumbles, forcing up a smile that I will wipe from his face straight away.

“Fine, then.” I clear my throat. “I, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Finnegan Blackwood-“

My breath gets knocked out of my lungs as my back hits the wall. Fynn moved even too fast for his brothers to react as he gets into my face. “Don’t. You. Dare!”

“Fynn let her go,” Logan shouts as my vision refocuses on his blacked eyes.

“You can’t force me to stay with you,” I try to stand my ground as a sob gets stuck in my throat.

He clicks with his tongue, and even before his brothers can intervene, he goes all caveman again.

“We will see about that,” he growls before throwing me over his shoulders and carrying me out of the kitchen.

***

The room turns around me as he throws me onto a couch ungently before going to barricade the door.

I blink as I try to get up and see him push a piece of furniture in front of the door that I could never move without Cassy’s help.

Whimpering, I slump back on the couch as my dizziness forces me to lie down again.

I follow him walking to the windows to barricade them as well, as I try to get up again to get away from him, as my legs give out beneath me and I fall to the floor.

“Not so fast, little mate.” Fynn chuckles as he picks me up into his arms, and I let my head fall back over his arm.

I’m mated to a monster.

As he carries me to another soft surface, I can’t quite grasp if it’s a bed.

I’m convinced that he brought me to one of the entertainment rooms for the warriors, but I can’t see how a bed is standing in one of those.

Maybe it’s some kind of large couch to watch movies or gaming.

“Fynn,” I whisper, feeling like I'm suffocating. “Please… don’t…”

My heartbeat accelerates as it gets harder to speak and Fynn hovers over me. He grins down at me as my vision becomes blurred. “You must have bumped your head. Don’t worry. I’ll wait for you to regain your consciousness before I mark you.”

Cassy doesn’t even stir as I moan panicky, “No… don’t…”

My feeble voice just makes him laugh more as he leans down, pressing his lips to my ear. “Ssh, little mate. You will see, you will feel better right away.”

My voice fails me as I want to protest and feel him move again to slip my top off me.

Cassy!

“They broke their part of their deal, so I can break mine as well.” He grumbles more to himself than to me as he positions himself between my legs.

The sparks erupting on my skin are the only thing that keeps me awake as he caresses my stomach and my sides gently.

My body burns up beneath him while my consciousness slips from my fingers.

Putting his hands next to my sides, he licks my skin from between my breasts to my throat, making me shiver.

He chuckles as he nibbles at my jaw, and I moan lowly. “Stop acting. Or I’ll get you to stop this act.”

“I’m… not…” I collect all my strength to be able to talk through my blacking out periodically.

Turning my head, I finally can see worry replace his arrogant expression, but I must be hallucinating.

I can hear the banging against the door as they must have finally caught up with us, but who knows when they will actually be able to reach us.

“My wolf…” I whisper, and he comes closer to hear me better, putting his ear before my lips. “She doesn’t help me heal.”

As if stung by an adder, he jumps up, cussing, “Fuck. What?”

I try to speak again, but my voice dies in my throat.

Feeling darkness finally claiming me, I barely sense the sparks traveling on my skin as he picks me back into his arms.

“Fuck.”

My grip on him loosens as everything turns black.

“Stay with me, babe.”

I lose consciousness after hearing him address me for the first time in a non-mocking way.

But I must be hallucinating again.