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Artemisia “Where the fuck have you been?” Logan glares at me from the top of the stairs. I scoff, forcing a smile as I walk up to him. “Good evening to you too, Logan.” He exhales through his nose while he frowns. “Where have you been so long? You were supposed to finish with the pups about 5 hours ago.” Getting hold of his wrist as he looks at his watch, I turn into his arm to lean against him and look at it as well. “Is it so late already?” “Missy…” he reprimands me, but I can feel how he is breathing me in. Grinning up at him, I let my eyes move down onto his lips before looking back up into his darkened eyes. “I went out to have dinner with Lisa.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, acting like having me this close wouldn’t bother him. “I wrote Cayden a text, didn’t he tell you?” I ask him, pouting theatrically. He growls, grimacing. “Of course he told me! But why do I have to find out by a messenger and not directly by my mate?” “Sorry,” I say, turning back aro
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ArtemisiaBy the moment his lips finally claim mine, I become his hostage fully. He pulls me down onto the lounge sofa and shifts to have me lying beneath him. I moan against his lips as he moves his leg between mine and his knee further up, making me spread them for him. Oh, Goddess. Our glasses shatter on the floor, making me jump but he holds me down, without breaking the kiss once. “Forget it. We can clean it all up tomorrow.” he snarls against my lips. I hum again, agreeing with him, and he starts unbuttoning my blouse. He is just about to open it for him, as I clasp it close. “Not here,” I breathe out, my thoughts wandering toward someone who could be watching us. “Yes, you are right!” He nods, agreeing with me. Getting up, he lifts me into his arms, making me giggle. As we reach his bedroom, he closes the door behind him before he climbs the stairs, throwing me on his bed. He is on me in the blink of an eye, and I laugh as he kisses me, making me sink into the comfor
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Artemisia“What are your plans for today?” Logan’s smoky morning voice gets me to look up at him. He is lying on his back while I’m resting my head on his arm. “I promised Alberta to help her with the sewing work for the costumes for the summer ball to celebrate the solstice.” “You can sew?” he asks curiously, and I shake my head with a giggle. “Not really. But she was so excited about having me on board that I took something I could eventually manage by someone helping me out.” He laughs as he continues to caress the hair falling on my back. “You are cute.” “Thank you,” I scrunch my nose, blushing. “I just wanted to make a good impression as future Beta Female.” Chuckling, he turns to me and pulls me close. “Oh, you did make the best of impressions already.” “Stop it, Logan,” I say happily and push him away as he starts nibbling on the skin on my neck again. He groans, laying on his back again, and watches me with a smile. “How about you move in with me?” Pursing my lips, I
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Artemisia “Oh, dear Goddess.” I jump as Alberta shows up behind me as I am examining my ball gown, which must have been delivered to me just in time for Fynn to trash it. So mean. The red fabric adorned with the little gems is now just a witness of how sharp claws can be. By all the tears, and seeing that the middle is nearly cut through, it is actually remarkable how it is still hanging against my closet as one item. She recovers herself pretty quickly as she walks into my walk-in wardrobe wearing an encouraging smile. “Nothing a pair of talented hands can’t fix.” “Your optimism is golden, Alberta.” I laugh, passing my fingers over the shredded fabric hanging on a cloth hanger. “Thank you.” Sighing, I shake my head as I feel like I'm trapped in some strange and unromantic adaptation of the beauty and the beast. She lifts the pile of fabrics she is holding in her hands up into the air and her smile grows. “I brought you something.” “Perfect, work is just what I need t
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ArtemisiaMatthew flashes me a gorgeous grin as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.“What is going on?” I ask, my voice not more than a loud whisper. He shrugs while he steps closer to stand directly in front of me. “We thought we would come by to ask you how you slept. Tell me, my beautiful mate. Did you have a good night?” “You two are impossible,” I say while shaking my head, making them chuckle. “But yes, I guess it was alright.” Matthew lets his eyes fall onto my lips and lets them wander further down to eye up my body. I heat up automatically as I watch him taking my appearance in. “Strip,” he says finally, tearing me out of my squirming. I sense Fynn standing next to me and I turn my face to him, seeing him glaring at me with his jaw clenched. “Don’t look at him,” Matthew snarls, getting me to look back at him. “I asked you to do something.” A wave of heat wafts through me, and I smile, loving how he takes control. Slowly, I start slipping my top off a
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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 his hand around my neck to stabilise himself better to thrust into me harder. I claw down on Matthew’s shoulder with the hand that I don’t need to keep me stable and have wrapped around Fynn’s strong shoulders. They must love to torture me as the vibrations of the couple's toy are still going and I feel my sanity slipping from me. “It’s too much,” I breathe out, and shudder pleasantly as Fynn kisses me right below my ear. “Do you want us to stop?” he asks, and I surprise myself as I shake my head. “No!” I moan, my lust taking over my entire being. “Don’t stop!” Feeling my release building up and bubbling into my chest, I turn my head to press my lips against his throat. “I’m cuming! I’m
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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 most amazing awakening I have ever had. Stretching as my orgasm gets me to spasm in pleasure, I bite my lip as it stops vibrating right as I have ridden out my release fully and I think of the fact that it must be Fynn operating it. And he surely did enjoy as I came as well. After getting up, I played the good girl and didn’t take it off. I can’t deny that it did keep me from being too productive, also I can’t say that I felt at ease wearing it as I feared someone walking in on me having an orgasm all by myself. But I can certainly admit that it made my afternoon immensely better. And I even see my work in a bit better light. By the time I walk into the dining hall because Daisy insists
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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 against the wall, beating out the little air I had still left in my lungs. His muscular abs press against the couple’s toy, making it impossible for me to think straight. I let him devour me, enjoying every second of it. He breaks the kiss to move his lips along my jawline and further down to my neck. I claw down onto his shoulders, throwing my head back against the wall, my heart beating into my throat, risking suffocating me. Suddenly, a suppressing sensation streams through me. I feel like drowning as I get overwhelmed by the feeling that must come from Fynn. “Fynn?” I ask, my voice failing me as fear expands in my chest. He growls threateningly, and my heart stops as I feel his sharp ca
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