“No, that won’t be necessary, but thank you,” I smile at him tiredly, and he sits down in front of me. “Artemisia…” he starts but I shake my head. “Could we not talk about it please?” I ask, and he distorts his face. With an exhale, he pushes my plate back to me. “Eat! It will make you feel bette
Artemisia As Fynn sneaked into my room, I had already cried so much that I was feeling sick to my stomach. He got into my bed, pulled me into him, and started to caress my back to comfort me. When I finally calm down enough to tell him everything, I start sobbing again. He doesn’t even get time
“Fuck,” he breathes out, driving his hands through his hair while pushing his hips up. I bite my bottom lip to prevent another moan from falling from my mouth and start riding him, closing my eyes with my head thrown into my neck. Matthew grabs my thighs, holding onto me as I continue to move on t
Artemisia My heart skips a beat and I feel the bed dip as Fynn moves to kneel next to my head. I look up at him, and my eyes don’t leave his as I grab his hard cock, and prop myself up to take it into my mouth. He entangles his fingers into my hair, pulling me closer towards him to take him deepe
“No. No, please don’t stop!” I moan, my hand reaching out to grab Matthew’s hair. He pushes himself closer, his tongue flicking against my clit violently, making the uncomfortable sensation subside, leaving my body yearning for more. Fynn grabs my legs right below my ass, lifting me slightly to po
Artemisia I’m still feeling wobbly on my feet as I watch the Omegas carry my things out of my quarters. Sighing deeply, I have just accepted my fate and even if my body is revolting against it, I guess that as a Beta Female, it is only reasonable to stay in the Beta’s quarters. I have also decide
But what can one say in such a situation? Yes, Cayden. I want to be your Luna. Cayden, I’m ready. Make me your Luna, Cayden. Take me, Cayden. Make me yours…He lifts a brow at me, tearing me out of my spiralling thoughts. “Missy?” I open my mouth several times only to close it back again. Clo
Artemisia “You don’t have to worry about making too much of a fuss. You would deserve it, but I respect your wish not to do so,” Cayden says, leaning against the door. I love how we just sat down, blocking the door to my bedroom while leaning against it. “We could tell everybody at the ball,” he