Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Fawn
I have only just met Eiden, yet I already see his complexity. Those few words he gives hint at suffering and events he still feels shame toward.
My heart breaks for him.
I’m glad he found Seven and Nox, who have supported and cared for him.
I admit to being curious and confused about much of what will happen next. When Seven came to my home, it sounded like he intended to take me as a mate, and now I believe it is more, for he is no ordinary stag but the king and the Master Stag of all. And if I were to be with him, I would be considered a queen.
He speaks of courtiers and attendants. It is a lot to take in.
Yet this new place and people do not feel so intimidating as I float in the pool. Eiden’s soul calls to me. I want to tell him things about my past. For in my heart, I know he will understand. Then there is the way our scent mingles even here as the water swirls around us, making a different, more beautiful scent that is ours .
I feel my blush rising as Eiden and I stare at one another, the warm water lapping around us. I’m aware of his body against mine, made slick by the water. Of the shameless way I’m pressing against him with my legs wrapped around his body. My pussy does not quite touch him, but it would be easy to snuggle just a little closer. Already I am certain that Eiden will be one of my mates.
Only there are three of them, when you include Nox, and from the way Eiden spoke, I get the impression they share a deep bond, maybe even intimacy. I’m curious about what that means. In the wolf village people form family units of all kinds… Although I’ve never heard of three males. Maybe there are does here that they favor. Maybe I’m foolish to presume I know how this might work. Their culture is undoubtedly different from wolf shifters.
All this aside, there is Wolf and his feelings to consider. We mated among the sunlit castle ruins. He took me for the very first time. He saw my doe.
He still wanted me, gave up everything for me, and whether I was a beta or a doe.
I may be young, but I still recognize there are many pitfalls ahead.
“I cannot wait to shift,” I say, pushing down my worries. We are here now. The decision was made. I want to believe it was for the best. I would never do anything willingly to hurt Wolf no matter the strange pulls acting upon me. “My doe has been kept hidden for so long. But Seven said I could do so here as often as I wished.”
Eiden smiles. “And so you shall. We have an extensive woodland right inside the city. Nox and I shall be with you, although these lands are eminently safe. You have lived among the wolves. That must have been very difficult for a young fawn.”
“I had to keep that side secret,” I say, thinking about my mother and how she went away when in season.
“Jude mentioned your parents have passed to the Goddess,” he says.
“My mother passed away a year ago. My father was a few years before that. We were happy in the Blackrock pack. When my father was alive, we used to go to a secret place where I could play in my deer form. But that was not often, and I always envied the wolf pups. I had one friend who knew. But then she mated an orc, and they left to live with him.”
He brushes my damp hair back from my cheek, and his eyes lowered to my lips. “I am sorry that you suffered so much. Rest assured, your doe may play as often as she likes.”
“Aren’t I too old to play now?” I am getting lost in his pretty eyes, in the awareness of him, and finding it difficult to concentrate. “I don’t know what’s happening here,” I whisper.
His eyes soften. “One is never too old to play. As for the rest. Take each day at a time. There is no rush in any of this. Get to know us. This is all on your terms. You decide. You choose. You already have one mate, Jude, your wolf. No one is seeking to displace him. He will be as welcomed here, although there will surely be some ripples. But he is a confident man and wolf, and I’m certain he shall find his place. He will always be your first, and there is no changing that.”
“What about you?” I ask.
He smiles. He really does have the most beautiful smile. His eyes are a warm light brown, and his lashes are long and golden, as are his brows. And his ears… My eyes keep sliding toward them. I do not have pointed ears, although my mother did, she always kept them hidden by wearing a scarf. Mine are entirely human and round, so I’m a little obsessed with his.
“We are a scent match,” he says. “It happens sometimes between male and female omegas. I believe, hope, pray, presumptuous though it is of me, that we are destined to be mates.”
My heart skips a beat. I feel the rightness of what he says. But also… “What about Seven and Nox?” I blurt out.
He shrugs. “Our relationship is complex. But if you are asking me if I have been intimate with them and care about them in the way of a lover, then, yes, I have and do. But love is not a two-way-only path.” He cups my cheek and kisses my forehead, brief and full of tenderness. “To love more than one does not diminish the love of another.”
“Are there any other does?” I demand before I can help myself.
His chuckle is warm. It makes me feel a little panicked. His face softens, and he swiftly shakes his head. “Fear not, Fawn. Have I been intimate with a doe ever? Then, yes, I have. But I love none beyond the intimacy we shared in that moment.”
His response allays some fears and sparks curiosity in others regarding Seven and Nox.
Why do I include Nox? He has not indicated that he might be interested in me. When a family unit forms, especially a large one, not every member is intimate with each other. There may be non-intimate kinds of love within the bigger group.
I am intrigued by Nox and the strange dark dominance I sense exists within him, and so is my doe.
“We are not doing much cleaning,” I say.
His bark of laughter makes me jump. He wades with me toward the side where he sits me on a ledge beneath the surface that I only now notice.
A collection of bowls filled with sand of different colors forms a line on the side of the pool here. He scoops the sand from one, takes my hand, and brushes it against my damp skin. It melts into a lather, and a sweet scent fills the air.
“There,” he says. “Let me perform my solemn duty and clean you all up. “
His touch light and confident, cleaning my arms and shoulders before he lifts me and turns me around.
“Kneel on the ledge, little doe.”
He draws my hair to the side over one shoulder and works his skilled fingers down my back.
I feel languid: the warm water and steam rising from the pool, but I’m also aware that a man has his hands upon me, that I am naked, and so is he.
“Make no mistake, Fawn,” he says. His hands pause at my waist just above my ass. He grips and pushes me a little up and forward so that my bottom is out of the water, bent over the side with my hands braced against the tiles. “Seven wants you for his queen. He is merely allowing you to choose.”
He scoops up more of the sand, and his big broad hands make a swirling motion as he kneads it into the cheeks of my ass.
My pussy performs a slow clench and a moan escapes my lips.
“Does that feel good?” His thumbs press right underneath the curve of my bottom, daringly close to my core, before they slide up a little around the front over my belly and cup my breasts from behind.
I moan again and press my breasts into his hands.
“Hush, Fawn,” he says, his voice low and close to my ear. “If Wolf hears your pleasure sounds, he will be sure to put a stop to it.” His touch remains light. My nipples harden—I very much want him to play. He edges closer to me, his chest brushing up against my back.
If I were to rock back, I could feel his cock nestle between my parted thighs.
His fingertips make a circular pattern around and around my breasts. My breathing turns choppy as the circles draw ever closer to my nipples, then go wider again, making me crazy with need.
“Your tits are lovely,” he says.
I whimper, then groan as I feel his lips graze my shoulder.
“Shush, naughty doe.” He nips my ear. “So very soft everywhere. Your skin is like the finest silk. Tell me.” —The circles draw closer again to the hardened peaks, and he brushes his fingertips over them this time. A shiver ripples through me before he draws the circles wider once again— “Is your sweet pussy getting all dirty? Would you like me to clean you there?”
“Yes,” I breathe. The word is a little more of a whisper, for his fingers are circling again, the circles drawing tighter until his fingertips brush over the areolas… and then finally, he captures my nipples between his fingers and thumb and squeezes.
My moan is louder.
“I think my naughty doe wants to be caught. Maybe I should stop?” He nips at my shoulder.
“Please, Goddess, don’t stop.”
“As my doe commands.” His hands leave my breasts. He scoops clean water and rinses me. The trickle of water and the feather-light touches ignite my skin to greater sensitivity.
I could dip myself in the water to wash the suds away, but I like Eiden doing it very much. With his left hand on my hip, his right hand slides down over my belly to cup me intimately, his fingers grazing my clit.
I jolt at the electric feel of his touch.
“More or stop?”
“More,” I whisper. “Please, more.” Oh, I am shameless.
He closes his other arm around my waist, his body pressed up against mine, holding me captive.
I moan helplessly. He doesn’t even tell me to be quiet anymore. I can feel how slick I am by the way his fingertips dip to circle my core before they rise again to circle my clit.
“What a filthy little doe,” he says, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “Would you like me to clean inside?”
I whimper and nip my bottom lip as I nod.
“The words, sweet little doe. Tell me what you need.”
“Yes, please, anything, all of it. I am very dirty indeed.”
His husky chuckle makes me shiver. And his fingers slide back down, and then, just one presses inside me with agonizing slowness. I clench over him. He nips against my throat.
“You are hot inside,” he says, pumping his finger in and out before he brushes over my swollen clit.
“Has your Wolf been taking you often?”
“Yes,” I gasp, just as he plunges two fingers inside me.
“And does he pleasure you well?”
“Goddess, yes.”
He begins to pump his fingers in and out, scissoring them and then stretching me and then drawing out and running his fingertips in a circle around my clit, before dipping back inside again.
“Does he take you roughly?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
His fingers move a little faster.
I’m panting. My hands are shaking when they press against the tiles.
“And what about when he knots you?”
His fingers withdraw, leaving me open and wanting for more. Then he pinches my clit between his fingers and thumb, and a climax explodes through me. I rock back against him, trying to get more. And he gives me more, his fingers plunging back into me again as his other hand slides down so his fingers can lightly strum my clit.
“That’s my good little doe. Come again if you need to. You’ve had a wolf’s cock all up inside you, his big dick deep, knotting you. It’s little wonder you’re so needy. You will likely need to come a few times before you are thoroughly clean.”
The plunging motion of his fingers synchronizes with his petting of my clit. I feel one of his fingers pressing against my little bottom hole, teasing me there.
My body shatters once again.
“Gods, you are so beautiful. Gifting me your pleasure like this.” His fingers slip from me.
I’m throbbing, tingling , and desperate to come again.
He lifts me from the ledge, turns me around, sitting my bottom on the poolside. My legs part instinctively. I blink down at him, noting the dark flush on his cheeks.
“May I taste you?” he asks.
I nod helplessly.
His hands glide from my knees, over my thighs, all the way up to cup my breasts. He leans forward, sucking one nipple sharply into his mouth and then moving across to do the same to its twin. He presses kisses all down my center, over my belly, until he reaches my pussy.
His eyes darken as he uses his thumbs to open me, parting my lips, and then he lowers his head and licks—his low groan of masculine satisfaction fans the flame inside me.
My whole body is alive: the magic of his tongue sliding all over my swollen folds, the flick as he passes over my clit before dipping lower and trying to poke right up inside me.
I moan, falling back onto my elbows, my legs opening wider. I don’t care about anything except coming once again.
His lips move over my most intimate place like he is hungry for every little taste. And then he closes his lips over my clit, and sucks gently, tearing a climax from me and a squeal of pleasure from my lips.