Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Nox
O ur newest residents are still closeted in Seven’s bedroom. Seven is busy with royal business, so Eiden and I eat breakfast alone in the day room.
In Seven’s words, Eiden was unruly last night and took a pounding before he would settle down.
Seven didn’t come near the room Eiden and I share on the opposite side of the royal suite last night. He deals with things in his own way, sometimes through quiet. We have been friends and more for many years. His need for space doesn’t trouble me.
It does trouble Eiden; hence, at least part of his anxiety last night was Seven staying away… and it wasn’t like any of us were inclined toward seeking another doe for relief.
It is what it is.
Not much troubles me. By my own admission, I am the least sensitive person I know. Eiden is my polar opposite and is sensitive to everything and everyone. I have long found his somewhat erratic emotional state a source of bemused fascination. He craves domination—it is often the only way to settle him down, that or a pounding. It is for the best that he is a big bastard who can take a lot because once I decide he has had enough edging, I don’t hold back.
I push my plate away, belly full and mind moving restlessly over Eiden’s responses and the doe who has crashed into our midst.
On the other side of the dining table, sitting attentively close to Eiden after he fed him a strip of the finest fillet, is Fawn’s dog, Blue—I already sense he will spoil the mutt as much as its owner.
“She gets off on the thought of being caught in compromising situations,” Eiden suddenly blurts out.
A smile curves my lips. By compromising situations, I’m assuming he means when he was going down on her over the side of the bathing pool yesterday and when she did, in fact, get caught in the act.
I’m proud of Eiden for being that bold. Jude had been radiating edgy pissed ever since he arrived—understandably so, and Eiden’s tongue fucking antics tipped him right over the edge. It was a pleasure to watch all around.
“I shouldn’t have told you that,” he says slowly.
I lean back in my chair and make him the subject of my undivided interest. “Tell me more.”
He sighs. “So you can use it against her?”
“That is generally the way this works,” I say, ignoring the kick of interest from my dick so I can focus on whatever he’s about to divulge.
Eiden wears his feelings openly and is already besotted with Fawn to the point of distraction. His face says he is torn between dishing the details so I can exploit them—because he knows I will make it good—and protecting his little doe.
“I will find out eventually.”
“Fine. She became absolutely drenched and squirmed in the most delightful way whenever I told her to be quiet lest her Wolf hear. Then, she admitted she likes it when Jude takes her roughly and knots her—that was the first time she came.”
“First? That’s my good boy. I’m fucking proud of you for getting her off more than once in the short time you were alone. Wish I’d been there to watch.”
He puffs up under my praise, his golden cheeks taking on a deeper hue.
As for Fawn, she looks sweet and innocent on the outside, and while, for Eiden’s sake, I could learn to love her no matter what, I’m definitely intrigued by the thought of her having a secret dirty side.
“Her Wolf is a savage bastard for sure,” I continue. “The way he snatched her from you and pounded her against the wall was nothing short of inspiring. It was a fine show until Seven got all proprietary and kicked us out. I admit, I am interested in how she takes his knot. Doe shifters are not meant to take that abomination all up inside them. Must be a tight fit at the very least and a monstrous strain at the worst.”
Eiden shivers and his tongue wets his lower lip in a little tell. “Half doe, her father was a wolf, so perhaps…”
Seeing my smirk, he trails off.
“You were playing me, seeing how I felt about the knot? Gods, why am I so gullible?”
I believe these to be rhetorical questions, so all I do is shrug. I love that he is gullible. It gives me opportunities to play games.
Perhaps I should be less enamored with being a ruthless bastard? But that would make me a different person, and I’m very much content being exactly how I am.
I will have the pair of them squirming and relish every moment.
“Stop that,” he says.
I feign innocence.
“I’m serious, Nox. Fawn is sweet—and you are… a lot. She’s new here. I want her to love me… and I can already see you plotting her demise!”
I raise a brow. Everyone loves Eiden. I swear the herd does swoon just breathing in the same air. But Fawn’s pheromones have fucked him up; he’s being dramatic and on the verge of getting unruly, all of which is playing right into my hands.
He shakes his head at me. “Don’t. Gods, Nox, I’m not joking… Fuck, I’m making this worse, aren’t I?”
I’m pretty sure my answering grin is predatory because he swallows nervously.
“Are you getting hard?” I ask casually.
He doesn’t answer. I contemplate circling the table to check just to fuck with him. I’m hard as a rock, so it seems only fair he is likewise suffering over there.
The external suite door opens to admit Seven just as his bedroom door opens to admit our two guests. Eiden and I rise—after a slight delay, as I’m sure both of us attempt to get our dicks under control—and go to join them.
Jude is dressed in his usual boots and leather pants. Fawn wears a sheer, forest green silk dress that falls to her mid-thigh and makes my mouth water. She wasn’t wearing it when she arrived. I assume Seven had the foresight to dispose of the hideous shirt and pants and supplied her with something new. Her cheeks are pink, her lips a little puffy—from kisses or cock, I imagine—and her bright eyes dance over all of us before she turns back to Jude.
A maid—not Marigold, who is not even a maid but has been known to take on said duties whenever she wants to get fucked—brought them food an hour ago, so I presume their hunger is sated, and they are ready for their first day.
I note the way Jude looks down at his mate. With a tight smile, he squeezes his hand over hers.
Fawn radiates shy and meek. I cannot wait to get her away from her Wolf and begin testing her responses.
“Good, you are all here,” Seven says. “Eiden and Nox should accompany Fawn’s first trip to the Royal Woodland. Jude, I would like to give you a tour of the city and introduce you to key people. As a former pack enforcer, you will want to familiarize yourself with our defense and protection here. Satisfy yourself regarding Fawn’s safety. I want you both to feel welcome. For this to become your forever home. A tour with Fawn later would be advisable, too, but I know she is eager for her first shift.”
Seven uses his reasonable tone, which is not actually reasonable and is more of an order to subjects. He has been the Master Stag for five years and was the royal prince before. Even so, he is Seven. I don’t even think he realizes he is issuing statements like commands most of the time.
Of course, I would ignore him if I was so inclined unless it was an actual order, when I would mostly do as he says.
Fawn is thrumming with excitement at the mention of shifting.
Jude is not happy about Seven separating them.
“Eiden and Nox are highly capable and trained warriors,” Seven continues. “Your mate shall come to no harm. I believe she has already taken to Eiden and feels comfortable in his presence.”
“Yes, she was very fucking comfortable with his head between her legs,” Jude growls.
“Wolf!”
It is the first rash explosion I have heard from Fawn. I catalog every nuance of the loving couple engaging in their first public spat. She has snatched her hand from his and is now glaring at her mate.
“You clearly did not rut her enough that she has this much energy,” I goad.
Eiden groans quietly.
Fawn gasps.
Jude glares at me like he is thinking about rearranging my face. He takes Fawn’s hand back and closes his other hand around the back of her neck, rubbing his thumb soothingly against the side of her throat while eyeballing me. It is a possessive, dominant move, and I like how she instantly softens and submits.
Eiden remembers to close his mouth after a stretched moment.
“Good, that’s settled then,” Seven says.
I do not believe it is settled, but Seven is a presumptuous bastard, and for once, I appreciate that.
I just want to get the little doe away from her Wolf… and play.
“Can Blue come with us?” Fawn asks.
“Of course,” Eiden says, all eager puppy. Their mixed scent is a heady thing, and I can only imagine how hard it is for the two omegas not to touch one another.
The impasse is broken.
Jude kisses the top of Fawn’s head and releases her slowly, and though under a great strain.
Eiden and I take Fawn to the Royal Woodland, which is located within the city, enclosed by a long semi-circular wall that meets the sheer face of the mountain on one side and the palace wall on the other. Normally, there would be gardeners and workers keeping the natural beauty in order.
Not today. They have all been ordered away so she can have her first playtime uninterrupted. Also, while the feral side of Eiden’s stag only shows during the most severe skirmishes, no one wants to take any risk lest some poor worker rouses his hyper-protective side in this early stage of their bonding.
The dog is a fucking nuisance, chasing every squirrel it sees and catching none, but I will put up with anything for the pleasure of seeing Fawn in her sweet doe form.
Her tail, so small and cute, wags at absolutely everything. She is surely the most joyful creature in all the kingdom as she bounds and skips over the smallest, most ridiculous pretend obstacles, chasing butterflies, sniffling flowers, and collecting an entourage of curious bunnies… until her witless mutt chases them away.
I follow, salivating. The elegant line of her throat, her shapely hind legs, that fucking tail like a beacon drawing my hunter’s gaze toward her ass, enticing me to rut.
Eiden’s stag prances at her side like a giant, frisky pup. Not a hint of the feral side that sends both enemy and battle-hardened stags running for cover when something tips him over the edge.
There is a small lake fed by a waterfall surrounded by weeping willows and manicured lawns, and as soon as Fawn sees it, she comes to an abrupt stop and shifts to human.
We follow her lead and likewise shift to human, although Eiden throws a look heavenward and turns casually away, probably because he is sporting a hard-on. I suppose living among shifters as she did, being in a state of undress does not trouble her… It would not bother me ordinarily. Today I’m frothing at the mouth at the thought of tasting her sweet cunt, and jealous Eiden already has.
“Oh, how pretty! Can I swim?”
“Of course,” I say, all fake indulgence and not letting a hint of my predatory intent show. “It is safe here. Play as long as you like.”
With a giggle that tests my revolve not to harden, she splashes into the lake.
The mutt woofs like he is thinking of wading in. At my barked command, he slinks off and flops in the shade of a nearby tree.
“Gods, I need some relief. If I have to watch her tail wagging another second, I swear I will die,” Eiden says dramatically.
“You are a whiny bastard,” I say, narrowing my eyes on him.
“What? Tell me you are not suffering, too?”
“I can internalize it. I swear you are a test. Did your ass not take a pounding enough last night?” I don’t wait for his answer. After a quick glance at the lake to ensure Fawn is occupied, I take him by the throat and yank him out of sight behind the foliage of the nearest weeping willow. “Hands behind your back.”
He snaps to attention at my command, hips jerking as I close my fist around his cock. “Gods!”
“Quiet, and I will get you off so I can have some fucking peace.” I drop to my knees and swallow his cock to the root.
He groans loudly. My lips pop off. I glare at him, squeezing my thumb into his cock cruelly. “Shut the fuck up, or I will stop.”
He curses, quietly at least. I go back to sucking him off, the taste of his pre-cum flooding my mouth and telling me it won’t take long.
“Oh!” Fawn says from close enough behind me that I know she is no longer in the damn water.
I pull off… too late… Eiden shoots cum all over my chest, hot, sticky splashes that smother me and continue to drip down onto the grassy carpet beneath my knees.
“For fucks sake,” I growl, surging to my feet and steeling myself for the fallout, slowly turning around.
“I’m so sorry!” Fawn says, pink-cheeked.
Her eyes are everywhere but on us. I take full opportunity of the moment to gorge my eyes on her wet, naked, gloriousness before striding for the lake so I can wash off Eiden’s seed. “No need to apologize, little doe. Eiden needed some relief. If anyone should be apologizing for this, it is him.”
“I’m sorry,” Eiden says dutifully. He doesn’t move a muscle, keeping his shoulders back and hands clasped as I instructed at his lower back, probably worried he’s going to blow again if she continues to linger there naked.
I make short work of washing off before striding back to where they stand, blushing crimson and pointedly not looking at each other.
“I didn’t know… that stags… ah… like wolves…” she trails off, perhaps regretting broaching the subject.
Her scent is thick with arousal—our little doe is very much intrigued.
“He’s an omega, and they have very little restraint when it comes to matters of rutting.” I walk past her to stand between them. Her eyes follow me and are presently glued to my cock. I smirk as her lips part, and she continues to eyeball my junk. I am not an omega like Eiden, nor a wolf with a knot. My cock is long and thick with a tapered point to ensure the deepest penetration of my seed right where it needs to be.
Following my instincts, I reach to take Eiden’s cock in hand and toy with it casually, redirecting her eyes there.
“Male omegas are needy bastards. His scent is near as compelling as yours and drives an alpha stag toward tending.”
She swallows. “But he’s so big, like you… well, everywhere but there… it’s, ah, cute.”
“Please stop,” Eiden moans piteously.
I squeeze his cock cruelly. “Quit whining.”
“Is he okay?” she asks, licking her lips and dragging her eyes from his cock long enough to glance at me. “Does he need to… you know… to, ah, again?”
“No,” I say brusquely. “He doesn’t get a damn thing unless I choose to give it to him.”
Her aroused scent floods the air. Eiden moans. If I wasn’t holding his cock, I’m confident he’d be spewing seed everywhere again.
Fawn
I just called Eiden’s cock cute, please let me die of shame. It is not even small, just small compared to Nox’s, which is the longest, thickest cock I have ever seen… and I have been around shifters in a state of undress all my life.
Thank the Goddess stags do not have a knot!
I should have stayed in the water.
I don’t know what made me come out. All I know is that something drew me, a sound, a scent, a feeling, something inexplicable, something on a level beyond human understanding.
And then I saw them.
If Eiden’s gentle beauty calls to me, and Nox’s domination is like a beacon blazing on a dark night: his stern voice, the way he handles Eiden so roughly, even now, making him wait. I don’t know why I find that so arousing. It is a little cruel, truth be told. The way Eiden stands with his shoulder’s back showcasing his broad chest and thick shoulders and the casual, familiar way that Nox strokes his cock, teasing him like he has every right.
And it very much seems that he does, that Eiden loves submitting to the dark-haired stag’s commands.
I am intrigued and a little jealous, and I experience a near-compelling need to drop to my knees if only Nox would notice me, too. It must be nice not to have to think, to give yourself over to someone who can make your heart pound and your body grow weak with need from no more than a word or glance.
Only they are clearly together, and I question everything. Maybe Eiden was only being nice to me in the bathing pool, like an extra special wash-massage that got a bit out of hand.
“Is this why Seven sent you with me? Because you love each other and are not interested in rutting me.”
I snap my mouth shut, instantly regretting that uncensored question when fresh flames engulf my cheeks.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Nox quirks one brow.
Eiden whimpers.
“Hush,” Nox strokes his hand down Eiden’s throat in a soothing gesture before turning back to me. “Why do you think I started this?” He resumes the teasing caress of Eiden’s cock, and I’m finding it very hard to focus on what he says. “Watching your pretty ass as you skipped over leaves was enough to bring any stag to his knees.” His stroking turns rougher, pre-cum begins to splatter to the ground, the scent making me swoon. “If I didn’t think Seven would rip my antlers off and feed them to me, I’d be ravishing you myself.”
Eiden suddenly groans, his hips buck, and he comes all over the forest floor.
I sway, dizzy, my body trembling, not from the water drying after my time in the lake, no from fierce arousal that I can feel trickling down the inside of my thighs.
“You like me?” I ask, lost in a daze.
“We do, oh, how we do,” Eiden says.
“And you like each other, too?”
Nox shrugs. “We do.”
“And do you ah…” Goodness, what exactly am I asking?
“Rut?” Nox asks bluntly. When I don’t deny it, he smirks. “For certain. Sometimes, it’s the only way to calm him down when he gets particularly unruly.” He indicates Eiden’s cock, which is still hard and weeping. “He is truly pitiful in his need.” He takes hold of Eiden’s cock and squeezes it in a way that looks far too rough. “Just look at him. Absolutely no control. Your scent is every bit as compelling to me, but I am not seeding the forest floor.”
Poor Eiden looks wretched.
“Oh, please. He’s hurting. I cannot bear it. Please help him.”
Nox arches one brow. “You want me to fuck him?”
“Well, if he needs it?” I phrase it as a question. How did matters progress to this point?
“And you wish to watch?” Nox asks, his dark, intense gaze pinning me to the spot and making me feel breathless and squirmy.
“I-I could give you some privacy.” I really don’t want to, so I hope he does not call my bluff.
“There is no need on our part,” Nox offers. “So long as it would not upset you.”
I shake my head vigorously.
“You like the thought of me fucking Eiden’s deserving ass?”
I nod helplessly.
His smirk is predatory, and I don’t even care. “And what about you?”
Goddess, he is so handsome and commanding.
Wait? Me? “Me?” the word comes out on a squeak.
“It did not escape my notice that you are making a little mess. Maybe Eiden could tend you while I fuck him raw. If you wanted him to, that is. He is very gentle and enthusiastic under guidance. Tell him what you need, and he will be only too happy to oblige.”
“Seven is going to—” Eiden’s words are cut off as Nox grips his cock and tugs.
Eiden emits a high, pain-filled sound—I wince.
“Quiet, whelp. If I wish to hear your opinion, I shall ask. Are you telling me you don’t want to feast on the slick folds between her pretty thighs? That you have not been thinking about fucking her the whole time I was touching you and when you spilled your seed? That you were not high on the memory of her taste all last night when I was forced to fuck you over and over just to settle you down.”
“Oh, you know I was,” Eiden says, his eyes full of longing on mine. “You are the prettiest, sweetest doe I have ever met. How could I not love you and want to please you? Please say I may.”
“He is pitiful but well-meaning,” Nox says. “Serving you this way will make him happy, healthy, and content.”
“Well, if it should help him…”
Eiden sends a nervous glance Nox’s way. “But?—”
“Shut up,” Nox growls. “Or I will bind you and edge you for a fucking week. On your knees and worship our queen.”
He takes Eiden by the throat and thrusts him to his knees before me.
I feel like explosions are going off inside my head, a kind of frenzy as I sink to my knees, too.
“Kiss each other,” Nox commands. “Hot, desperate kisses, like you cannot live without the taste.”
And we are kissing, Eiden and I, our mouths moving with hungry purpose, tongues dueling, hands searching, petting, touching everywhere, subject to forces so great they cannot be denied.
“I want her on her back,” Nox says. “Your mouth on her pretty tits.”
I am tumbled onto my back, Eiden’s hot mouth sliding down my throat until he finds my breast and sucks hard against the flesh.
My breathing is a sharp pant. My desperation echoed in Eiden who moans and suckles my flesh.
“Now, on to her hot cunt,” Nox continues.
Eiden tears his lips away, heaving gusty breaths, eyes dark with lust as he rocks back.
“Open her up. Show me how slick and filthy our naughty little doe is.”
Panting, Eiden locks his eyes on my most intimate place, trembling as he uses his finger and thumb to part my swollen pussy lips. “Gods, she’s drenched. Please let me tend her, Nox. Please, she needs this. I cannot bear for her to suffer so.”
“Go ahead,” Nox says, tone one of stark, emotionless command. “Show Fawn how good and obedient you can be. Show her you are worthy of the scraps she gives you.”
Eiden groans and falls upon me, his mouth hot and tongue an instrument of sheer, undiluted bliss.
My fingers fist his hair, my legs spread wider, and my hips rock with the need for more.
I come with a scream and sweet contractions that set me thrashing against the forest floor.
“Pin our naughty little doe down,” Nox barks.
Eiden clamps his arm over my waist and continues to devour me.
“That’s my good boy,” Nox croons, sinking to his knees behind him. “I’m going to reward you for eating her out so good. Keep pleasuring her, and I will give you what you need.”
I feel the moment Nox penetrates him like an echo. His sharp cry against my pussy is followed by a guttural groan as Eiden’s fingers spear me. He pumps them in and out in a frenzy that has me climaxing all over again.
“That’s my filthy omegas,” Nox grunts as he pounds into Eiden. “Look at you, lost in each other—hot, filthy, dirty good. You wouldn’t care who came along and saw what you’re doing under my direction. When you get like this, I could likely spread you out in the city square and fuck you both for my pleasure, and you wouldn’t even care.”
I come again, my neck arched and my throat raw from my cries.
Eiden growls against my pussy.
Nox roars and stills above him, hips flexing, and I know he is pumping him full of seed.
Eiden collapses against me—his cheek against my belly, heaving breaths.
My entire body tingles. I blink, raising my eyes from where I pet Eiden’s soft, golden hair to Nox braced over him, thick muscles pumped up and eyes glittering with dark satisfaction.
He smiles. “What happens in these woods will be our little secret.”
Eiden groans, then whines as Nox pulls roughly out and slaps his ass with a resounding crack. “In the lake, both of you. Time to clean up.”
Not bothering to wait to see that we follow his instructions, he strides to the side of the lake and dives in.
Eiden raises his head with a weak groan and bestows me a lazy grin as his eyes search mine. “Are you okay, Fawn?”
I nip my lower lip to try and hide my grin, suddenly shy. “Yes. You?”
“Never better.” He heaves up, lifting me into his arms as he rises.
“Is he always, ah, like that?”
He pauses and looks down at me. “No.” He smirks. “He was going easy on us. He is usually much worse.”
Before I can ask more, he plows us both into the water with a splash.