Slowly, he slips his finger between my legs, and pushes a finger into me, careful not to get in Matthew’s way. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe out, enjoying Fynn moving in and out of me while Matthew continues playing with my clit. My orgasm builds inside me and I’m about to be pushed over the edge as Fynn
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 hi
He is going to be the biggest I ever had, and I find myself pleading to my Goddess that he will lose control just once to have me feel him mine fully. I know that he will never accept me as a mate, and he hasn’t told his brothers yet, but maybe he will give in to his wolf’s primal instincts. Holdi
ArtemisiaI can’t really complain because I have had some really lovely moments waking up since I have been living here. But getting woken up from my afternoon nap by the couple’s vibrator vibrating between my legs and slipping from the state of grogginess into the one of a blissful high, is the mo
I stop my eyes from roaming around quickly as I realise that most of them are standing there naked. So, that’s what he meant. Looking back up at him defiantly, he takes a step into me, making me take a step back. I’m about to panic as he clicks his tongue at me. “Calm down, princess.” He pushes
ArtemisiaFire…Fire is nowhere near the heat that I’m feeling streaming through me as he moves his hands up to hold my face as he kisses me. I moan against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he moves his hands to the back of my head and down my body. He lifts me up and slams me again
“What is this?” I ask in a whisper, keeping myself from lifting my hand and touching his face. “Nothing that would concern you,” he grins, tilting his head as he mocks me. “Mate.” As I continue to look at him, I feel like he is lulling me in, dragging me into a trance. While I lose myself in this
Artemisia“Missy, are you alright?” Cayden asks, and even if he does sound worried, his voice has a strange tone to it. “Mh-mhm,” I nod my head repeatedly, hoping he would just go away.“Doesn’t look like it,” he insists, taking a step towards me. Lifting my hand, I stop him. “No… Please…” By fig