Artemisia
The next day I wake up in an empty bed.
Passing my hand over the now cold bedsheets, I sigh deeply.
He must have gotten away from me as soon as he could.
I know that he struggled at the fact of not marking me, but he was just too set on doing it with his brothers as their marks would help me to withstand his.
Especially Cayden’s.
Getting up groggily, I moan lowly as the fantastic feeling of soreness between my legs gets my body to scream at me to lay back down, but I ignore it with a smile.
I collect Fynn’s t-shirt off the floor and pull it over my head, letting it envelop me with his scent.
Taking a deep breath, I wrap my arms around me, clutching the fabric to my skin.
Perfect, now I’m a creep.
Just as I’m about to walk to the kitchen to make myself a cup o
