When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 110 FinneganContent rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

My chest burns as Corvina lets her hands hover over my chest, making a feeble purple light stream from her hands into my body.

I grit my teeth, praying to the Goddess that it will be over swiftly as I clench the edge of the table with my hand.

Corvina hums, reciting spells in a foreign language lowly as she cuts out parts of my soul that have been enlarged by the demonic entity in me.

I should be used to it by now, but still, I can't seem to find it easier with time.

Quite the contrary, every time she shows up for another session, my heart squeezes tighter, my anxiety suffocates me harder and the cutting results in being increasingly more painful.

I think this time it is even worse as my inner demon had a feast at getting Missy's blood. I had been an idiot at not informing Cayden that I felt him growing stronger, but I always have to be so damn convinced about being powerful enough to deal with it myself.

I am already so used to doing everything by myself and being cut off by everybody else that I still struggle to recognise that it isn't this way anymore. Since Artemisia, everyone in the pack is friendly and I'm still fighting with myself as I still react taken aback when someone, who isn't one of my warriors, talks to me normally.

Drake has retreated to the back of my mind to let her ravage through my inside without risking pushing through to bite off her head in self-defence. “Argh,” I groan with my teeth clenched. "What the fuck is this?"

Corvina stares at my torso, concentrating on the task at hand as she answers nonchalantly. "Your punishment for not informing your Alpha about all this growth."

I chuckle breathlessly as I feel sparks running up my arm.

Turning my head, I see Artemisia looking at me with her big eyes filled with sorrow.

"I'm here," she says bravely, making me smile.

I don't even want to think about how bad the pain would be if I hadn't her small hands clasping mine in desperation to help me through the pain. Even if her touch is everything I need to make me feel better, it actually helps a lot that I have to concentrate on not crushing her frail fingers when another wave of pain hits.

I have tried to warn her but my little mate is just too stubborn when it comes to her own safety to make one of us feel better.

How often had I told her not to take any of those pills?

Just because of some idiotic idea of some potential baby.

Groaning, I clench my teeth, letting my body calm its spasms by her soothing and melodic voice. "Nearly done, Fynn. Just another bit."

"Missy can actually help with spotting an excessive growth in strength as she is able to feel his emotions and maybe wouldn't miss him staying quiet because of his pride," Corvina observes, making Cayden grunt as he watches us with crossed arms.

"That's actually a good input. We really need to be more careful."

Artemisia lifts her head to look at him, squinting her eyes at him playfully. "Weren't you the one who fed him a she-wolf's heart?"

Cayden distorts his face as he grins, "That was kind in the spur of the moment."

"I can't believe you guys," Artemisia sighs, shaking her head.

Freeing myself from her grip, I wrap my hand behind her neck to get her eyes back on me.

It is true that I would never mark her without giving her the chance to go through the marking ceremony she is looking forward to, but damn, my mark would look so fucking good on her.

Her eyes meet mine, and even if they are full of worry, they keep me distracted from another wave of pain rippling through me. She touches my side carefully as if she were afraid of hurting me and sends another set of sizzling sparks over my skin.

I love that feeling.

I remember how everyone used to talk about those sparks and how nice they were, but I always thought they were exaggerating.

I never imagined they could feel so good.

"Maybe you could ask Fynn about the major signs for you to look out for," Cayden says to Artemisia, making her nod while her eyes are still on me.

Suddenly, a fantastic image flashes up before my inner eyes and my heart halts in my chest as I see Artemisia's blushed cheeks, realising it must have been her thought.

Hoping my dick won't get too hard,

making me look like a pain freak, I

increase my hold on her neck, making her eyes meet mine. I counter her fantasy of her reaching out to stroke my dick, with

the

images of me pulling her onto the table to make her ride me,

That would definitely distract me from the pain.

A low gasp falls from her lips as the blush of her cheeks expands as b send her the image of how I picture her impaling herself on my dick as she throws her head into

herneck.

Cayden clears his throat and I chuckle at the realisation that he must be feeling her arousal through their bond.

"Boys, please," Corvina says annoyed, sending a stronger wave through my body, destroying every image of pleasure in my brain as I clamp down on the table.

I groan in pain as Corvina lays her hands directly on my stomach. “Let him go, and take a step back," she instructs Artemisia who complies with a saddened face.

Exerting a little bit more pressure, Corvina cuts out the last piece that could be a potential threat while I scream in agony.

I'm not proud of it as my mate is watching and I'm supposed to be the strongest for her, but my mind blacks out, my primary instincts taking over.

As she finally lets go, she gestures to Artemisia that she can come closer again and she rushes to hold me right away.

I feel Artemisia's hands on me as they touch me in the hopes of comforting me, her panicky overwhelmingness making her seem painfully lost.

"Don't make that face, princess," I say while caressing a tear out of her face. "It's nothing. The pain is already gone. I swear."

I feel bad for her because she got tied to me and I wasn't strong enough to get her away from me. She probably had to feel all my pain, and she doesn't deserve any of this.

"Would you mind taking part in the marking ceremony? Just to be on the safe side?" Cayden asks Corvina who nods with a small smile.

"Sure, let me know when it will be and I'll be here. I'll even arrive a few days earlier to help Missy prepare herself."

Cayden sighs, smiling thankfully. "That would be great. Thank you."

I sit up with a groan, Artemisia helping me straighten up as Corvina walks around the table to pack her bag.

"Don't you want to dine with us at least before you leave?" Artemisia asks, but Corvina shakes her head.

"Thank you, but my way home is long and I want to be there before the sunrise."

Artemisia nods and Corvina opens her arms to hug her goodbye.

I watch her shake hands with Cayden before she winks towards me, "No more games, Finnegan. You soon have to be more of a role model."

My face must be showing my confusion, making her giggle as she is about to leave the room but turns around to face Missy once again.

Grabbing her forearms, she looks at her intently as she seems to have remembered something.

"You told me about Julie," she says, making Artemisia nod slowly as she tries to follow where Corvina wants to get at.

"It is important to check her blood thoroughly because the feed of the soul eater is not supposed to make anyone feel sick. It only feeds the worm and tastes foul, but it doesn't provoke nausea."

“What?” I bark out, but Corvina is still concentrating on Artemisia who is staring back at her incredulously.

"Please be wary about who you let close to you."