“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
I shrug, playing with my food. “Maybe… Does that make me a bad person?” “I wouldn’t put it like that. You had a bad fight, it’s only normal that you are anxious to face him. But you’ll see that you two will make up fast.” He takes my hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. “And I actually would l
Artemisia My mother had told me so many things to prepare me for my mark. She told me about how wonderful it was as my father finally marked her, and she became officially his. She told me how happy she was, and how it had stung a bit but that the butterflies erupting in her stomach covered every