Chapter 40


    Chapter 40


    Artemisia


    “Do you want me to reject you, mate?” He asks me, sending a shudder down my spine.


    My breath hitches in my throat as I freeze, and he shes me a wolfish smirk.


    “Do you want me to reject you?” He repeats, and now I shake my head immediately.


    “Then I don’t care!” He says, clenching his jaw.


    My heart halts in my chest as my brain struggles to process what he just said.


    “Huh?” I ask stupidly, watching him take a step to reduce the distance between us.


    Leaning in, he speaks directly into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I don''t care, love.”


    He chuckles, pressing a kiss on my neck, and a low moan escapes my lips. “You are my mate and


    you are mine.”


    A purr rumbles through his chest as he breathes me in, making me feel like my legs are about to


    turn into jelly. “If the prick wants to reject you, I don’t care. More for me!”


    I whimper as his deration hits me right in my core.


    Straightening back up slightly, he lets his gaze roam on my face, moving it from my lips back up to


    my eyes. The green spots in his dark irises are practically glowing as his demeanor changes into


    something predatory. “Right, mate?”


    I can’t do anything else but nod, feeling as if I were being put in a trance by him. He keeps me


    hostage for another few heartbeats before he takes onest step to wrap his arms around me.


    My breath hitches in my throat as he leans in, stopping just a few millimeters in front of my face. His


    lips hover over mine, and I can feel his teasing smirk on his tempting lips even if we aren’t touching


    yet.


    I know that he is ying with me, and normally, it would make me furious. I never liked the fuckboy


    or yboy type who gets a kick out of teasing women for their ego.


    But I don’t feel any anger.


    This entire situation feels a lot different. It feels like a seductive y for him to see how much he can


    make me lose my mind.


    And I’m totally in for that.


    Instead of feeling anger and frustration, my body gets flooded by lust and pleasant anticipation.


    My mind gets totally nked out while his alluring scent invades my senses.


    I feel like I’m not even blinking anymore as I keep my eyes on him, fascinated by the fact that he has


    me yearning to see his next move like this.


    As he finally ims my lips with his greedily, taking my breath away, it doesn’t take long for me to


    rx against his frame.


    While reciprocating his kiss, I feel his hands move down to grab my ass, and I wrap my arms around


    him. With a light jerk, he lifts me up, having me wrap my legs around his body automatically.


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    Cassy seems to have retreated into the back of my head, seemingly not ted at all as my thoughts


    and senses overflow with just him and the fantasies about what I want him to do with me. I breathe


    him in hungrily as I feel him move towards my bed.


    “I love this dress,” he growls as he caresses my thighs, moving his hands up to my ass again.


    Letting me fall onto my bed, he follows me on it to hover over me and pulls my dress over my head.


    “It has a zip,” I squeal as he forces it over my head cumbrously andughter bubbles up my chest.


    He pulls me to him, lowering himself to kiss my neck up and down. “You should be happy I didn’t


    trash it.”


    “Pervert,” I breathe out with a giggle as I start opening the buttons of his shirt.


    Getting back onto his knees, he pulls his shirt down his shoulders, before opening his pants.


    I watch him, feeling like burning up, and bite my bottom lip.


    Just as he ms his lips back on mine, I’m just about to drive my hands into his hair, but flinch as a


    stabbing pain pierces through me.


    “Everything alright?” Matthew stops kissing me and looks at me worried as he must have felt the


    spasm in reaction to the pain.


    Nodding, I try to push down the ufortable feeling and cringe as Fynn’s image shes up in my


    mind.


    No. No. No.


    He must be feeling my desire and me making out with him.


    Damn it!


    “Are you sure?” He asks again, making me force a smile.


    I figure that I can’t stop to think about my options and mind Fynn’s feelings as my guilty conscience


    at the thought of making my mate suffer even slightly would surely win the fight.


    And he doesn’t deserve such a thoughtful mate.


    Not after what he said to me.


    Sliding a hand around his neck and up into his hair, I pull him back onto me.


    I need these aggressive feelings out of my body, or my frustration will end up eating me up, pairing


    with my anxiety once again.


    Also, Matthew deserves everything.


    He deserves to feel good.


    After breaking the kiss one more time, he moves down my body to nibble at my skin. I enjoy him


    kissing my neck and down my chest, purring happily.


    As the ufortable feeling just gets worse and brings my chest to squeeze painfully, I curse my


    weak resolve but eventually push against his chest gently, making him stop and look at me with a


    questioning expression.


    “Do you need to call your brothers? I mean… What’s with your agreement?” I ask feebly, not


    knowing how he would perceive my question.


    He studies my face shortly before he frowns slightly. “Do you want me to call them?”


    “Not really,” I say in a whisper, shrugging and my heart flips in my chest as a big smile appears on


    his face.


    “Then no. As long as we don’t cross a certain line, it’s okay,” he answers, shing me a wolfish


    smirk.


    “By a certain line you mean… we can’t…” I stutter while trying to ask him, feeling my cheeks turn


    deep red.


    Heughs and leans back down to bite into my neck lightly. “We can’t go all the way down,


    sweetheart.”


    “Ugh,” I say, surprising myself with my cheekiness as I throw my head back. “You can’t be serious. I


    need you, Matt.”


    His happy hum vibrates through me as he continues to explore my body with his lips, teeth, and


    tongue. “I can’t im you entirely tonight. But I can make you feel good.”


    I gasp as I feel his fangs rasping at my neck, his warm breath fanning my skin and making it prickle


    pleasantly. “If you want me to.”


    “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I breathe out, getting an approving growl.


    He doesn’t show the same carefulness with my lingerie as he did with my dress, as he rips them


    open with his ws, freeing me from theced fabrics in seconds.


    Positioning himself closer to me, spreading my legs wider, he presses his hard-on onto my throbbing


    core, making my juices drench his boxer briefs.


    “What was your decision on the toys?” he asks me as he pushes a finger into me, making me moan


    loudly. “Maybe there is something you like particrly.”


    What is he doing? Doing a pitch in such a situation.


    “I just want your cock, Matty!” I scream as my brain fails to hold this conversation with him factually.


    “I don’t want any toys.”


    He stops moving his fingers in and out of me, making me whimper disappointed as he slides them


    back outside of me. I watch him lick my juices off his fingers in relish, setting me on fire.


    “You say so because you don’t know how much pleasure I could make you feel with one of those.”


    His husky whisper makes my burning desire reach its peak.


    Even if I open my mouth, my voice fails me, and he smirks slyly at me.


    “I’ll choose something for you. And then you’ll tell me.”


    I can’t get my brain to function fast enough to form any answer as he puts his lips back on my body


    and moves down to my now painfully pulsating clit.


    A loud scream of pleasure explodes from my chest at his first lick.


    And it just gets more intense.