ARTEMISIA
“I can’t find my dress,” I murmur as I look through my clothes, feeling like I’m about to pass out from exhaustion and pain.
“Which one?” Matthew wraps his arm around my waist as he steps to my side, stabilising me.
I hum, leaning into him. “The red short one. The one with the white dots.”
I let my arm slump as he goes through my clothes, clicking his tongue. “Maybe it’s still being ironed or something. What about this? Isn’t that better anyway if you should be sleeping?”
“Yeah, you might be right,” I sigh as he takes out a black jersey dress.
After having helped me into the dress, he carries me to my bed and as I nearly fall asleep in his arms, as soon as my head has hit the pillow, I’m out like a light.
***
“You will regret this!” Logan roars.
His growl transforms into tentacles, wrapping around my ankles and up my legs, taking me hostage as I scream at the top of my lungs.
“Please! No! Stop it.”
He grimaces as he shifts his arm, sinking his claws into my neck, slashing my throat.
I jerk up, my hand clasping my throat as my voice fails me, only making me push out a silent scream.
“Hey, hey! It’s fine. Don’t worry! It was just a bad dream,” Hendrick’s deep and calming voice pierces the fog in my mind, making my eyes focus again.
My breathing pattern calms down slowly as his eyes become more prominent before my eyes start to adjust to the darkness, making me recognise all his features as he looks at me worried.
“It’s alright. You are safe,” he repeats as his fingers caress my head, gliding through my strands to the ends of my hair.
I blink myself out of a trance that made me lose myself in his eyes, noticing that they are a bit less red with a faint blue pushing through.
Looking around, I spot Matthew and Fynn lying next to me, and I guess my security increased.
“Sorry if I woke you up,” I say stupidly, hoping his perfect sight isn’t as good to spot the blush creeping onto my cheeks.
He chuckles lowly, wrapping one of my curls around his finger. “No worries, I’ll get over it.”
His eyes wander down to his finger in my hair and to my chest, and I lift my hand to the neckline of my dress instinctively, hoping that I don’t flash him another time.
I watch him as he inspects my frame, taking his time to drink in whatever he is looking at.
“Would you like to get a bit of air?” he asks me as he seems to regain himself.
I nod, and he scoots back, offering me his hand to take.
As I lay my hand into his, and the little voice in my head asks me if it is really a good idea to go out alone with a vampire, I feel arms wrapping around my hips, pulling me back.
“What are you two doing?” Fynn asks, his voice rough because of his still sleepy state.
“Just going to take some air because Missy had a nightmare. Are you coming with us?” Hendrick asks, making Fynn nod with closed eyes.
We get out of bed and onto the terrace, and I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool air of the night.
Fynn hugs me from behind, wrapping us into a blanket he took with him.
I lean back into his warm embrace, closing my eyes.
“Let’s sit down, princess,” he whispers, steering me to the lounge chairs and pulling me into his lap.
Hendrick stretches, sighing before he sits down on the small table in front of us. “I guess these will happen more often in the next few nights. I’ll talk with Mirella about checking for the flavours that suit you best, so she can prepare you the right beverage before going to sleep.”
“Erm…” I say, not sure about sounding too classless. “I like blueberry and cherry-flavoured tea, but I guess anything sweet would do.”
Fynn chuckles into my ear as he hugs me closer, “He is so old-fashioned that he thought he couldn’t ask you directly about what you liked but had to talk to your lady in waiting.”
“Argh, shut up, Finnegan,” Hendrick growls, making Fynn grin against the back of my neck.
“He is nervous.”
Hendrick shakes his head with an annoyed groan. “As if…”
Sighing, I close my eyes, leaning against Fynn’s chest, and he hugs me closer, shifting in his seat.
“Are you feeling better?” Hendrick asks, and I nod.
Without opening my eyes, I lay my hands on Fynn’s arms wrapped around me. “A little bit.”
“I can improve that,” Fynn states and I can hear the smug grin in his voice.
I roll my eyes as I feel his hand move down my stomach and down my legs. He moves my dress up slowly, his fingertips leaving sparks on my skin before he starts playing with the waistband of my panties.
“The usual pervert,” I joke with a groan which nearly gets stuck in my throat as I spot Hendrick looking at me.
His gaze is so intense that it gets a shiver to ripple through me. ‘I’d really need your opinion here, Cassy.’
But my wolf is still ignoring me, whimpering in the back of my head as she is still processing her pain.
“Trust me,” Fynn chuckles as his fingers slip into my panties and between my wet folds.
I inhale deeply, leaning my head back against Fynn’s strong chest as he starts massaging me.
Hendrick keeps watching us silently, his intense gaze burning into my skin as Fynn keeps stroking my clit to make me reach my orgasm.
“Ah, yes,” I breathe out as I am about to be pushed over the edge, causing Hendrick to finally move.
He gets down on his knees, his hands moving along my thighs. The blanket slips from us as he travels higher, spreading my legs further apart.
My heart skips a beat as I’m surprised at how pleasurable his touch feels. I guess I was expecting his touch to be ice cold, but as his hands move over my body, I feel a pleasant warm sensation seep through my skin.
Cassy stirs, his touch reawakening her, getting her to lift her head curiously.
‘Mate,’ her whisper pervades my system, making my heart flip in my chest as she confirms my suspicion.
Hendrick inches closer, his tongue sliding over my skin right above my pulsating artery.
I gasp as I observe his fangs descend, and even if pleasure is expanding in my body, I flinch, wanting to move away.
“Trust me,” Fynn says smokily as he increases his hold around me, fixating me against his body to keep me from squirming. “And relax, babe.”
Taking a shaky breath, I relax against his frame and continue to watch Hendrick through half-closed eyes.
Fynn’s hand shoots to cover my mouth as I scream in pleasure and Hendrick sinks his fangs into my thigh.
Pain pierces through me, my mind getting light as Hendrick drinks my blood, making the feeling mix with the pleasurable sensation of my orgasm, catapulting me onto a new high.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as I climb down my high, breathing through the pain. Hendrick detaches himself from me, sealing his bite by gliding his tongue over the bite marks, making me shudder.
Fynn drives his fingers into my hair, holding my head as he presses a kiss below my ear.
I gasp as he rips my panties, growling into my ear. “Just wait to see how the orgasm after this will feel.”
Moving his hands, he spreads my folds with his fingers as Hendrick scoots closer to plunge his tongue into my pussy.
“Goddess,” I breathe out, clawing down on Fynn as he continues to hold me hostage for Hendrick.
My mind goes into complete overdrive, the thoughts of my hazy brain not helping to fight my lust.
“Oh, this is much better,” I snicker, trying to enjoy the amazing feeling as long as I can.