Chapter 103 – Highlight Chapter from When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)
Chapter 103 is a standout chapter in When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) by Shelagh Milano, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Werewolf narrative into new territory.
Chapter 103
CAYDEN
“Don’t move. I’m not ready to wake up yet,” I groan into her hair as I feel her squirming in my hold.
Artemisia sighs, relaxing in my arms, making me increase my grip on her. “Won’t everybody know that we are in here, and still… I mean…”
“Doing it?” I chuckle, and she buries her face against my arm, and I can literally feel her blushing.
“Come on, my love. It’s only normal.” I kiss her shoulder, making her turn in my arms.
She moves her hands over her head, my hand moving up to grab her breast. Moving my gaze down her body, I squeeze her breast gently, grazing her hardened nipple with my knuckles.
“I don’t know,” she moans lowly. “I still have to get used to the stamina you all have.”
I crack up, pulling against my frame to bury my face into her hair, breathing her in. “I knew as I saw him that Ricky-boy lacked in that department too.”
She chuckles, shaking her head. “Compared to you or your brothers… Him finishing is practically your warm-up.”
I laugh, grazing her shoulder with my lips, kissing the spot where I marked her. She moans, enjoying the waves of pleasure that it sends through her body. “It suits you perfectly.”
“Are you happy?” she asks me, making me take a deep breath.
“More than happy,” I answer, hugging her closer. “Over the moon.”
After I had rejected my fated mate, I felt like I was cursed. I was sure that the Moon Goddess had chosen Rachel for me explicitly to punish me. So, I came to think that rejecting her would get me damned forever. Never would I have imagined that I needed to crawl through hell to find my paradise.
Artemisia turns in my arms to face me, and after wrapping her arms around me, she rubs her nose against mine, scrunching up her face cutely. “I’m glad.”
“Did you notice that you marked me as well?” I ask her, making her nod happily.
“Yeah, when she is in for something, then to take her place as a Luna,” she says jokingly, and I move to lay on top of her.
Her squeal transforms into a giggle as she squirms beneath me. I capture her lips with mine, getting her to stop and my heart flutters as she sighs against my lips happily.
Breaking the kiss, I wait for her to open her eyes and meet my gaze as I grin. “Welcome to the Red Fang Pack, my Luna. You are now officially part of the strongest pack in the Northern Hemisphere, which makes us the strongest reigning couple in it.”
“Oh, my Goddess,” Artemisia breathes out, biting her bottom lip. “But what really matters to me is if my Alpha would be interested in another round before we have to leave this heaven.”
“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” I pull her up getting on my knees as she grabs onto me with a happy giggle.
If it were for me, we would never leave this place.
***
“Well, I guess congratulations are due, brother,” Logan looks at me defiantly, his hands in his pockets as I step up to his cage.
Maybe I should just let him rot in here.
I walk up the stairs, following my brother silently and I’m just about to push out a relieved sigh as I have reached my quarters as a sickeningly sweet scent invades my nostrils.
Bloody vamp.
Bursting into my office, I see him standing next to my window, grinning mockingly. His deep red eyes show me that he had a great time while he was in town, making me click my tongue.
“My Alpha,” he bows theatrically.
I groan, closing the door behind me as I see him sniff the air for the first time.
I know… We stink.
“I’m having the most perfect of days, Hendrick. Don’t ruin it.”
He chuckles, passing his hand through his sand-coloured hair. “I just came by to give you my little report before fleeing the territory again.”
“Why?” I ask, stepping behind my desk to sit down into my chair. But before I can put up a worried expression, it dawns on me. “Ah, I forgot. The ball.”
“Yeah,” he says. “I love you all, my dearest furry brothers and sisters, but I still have to avoid having you all in one place. I think that I would lose my olfaction forever.”
I crack up, and he laughs shortly before he leans down to me, sniffing again with a confused expression.
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