Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Fawn
E iden leaves soon after, and it feels entirely natural when he lowers his head to kiss me before he goes. Wolf is right behind him. Only he doesn’t stop with a mere kiss. Instead, he lifts me into his arms, plants his lips on mine, and doesn’t stop until I’m breathless.
Then, instead of putting me back in my chair, he strides over to where Seven is sitting and drops me into his lap. “She did not eat anything with that bastard teasing her. Make sure she eats… and that she is not in any distress after he left her hanging.”
I gulp, staring after him as he joins a grinning Eiden at the door, and they leave together.
My cheeks are hot, and I don’t know where to look. This is my first time alone with Seven, and I feel strangely shy.
Seven selects a fresh croissant and passes it to me.
“I’m going to make crumbs,” I say, looking at in question.
“Make crumbs,” Seven says. “I do not care. Better a few crumbs than we court Jude’s wrath. I believe he wishes you to be on my lap and fed. We should humor him, hmm?”
I nibble on the croissant, feeling hot and squirmy after Nox teased me. My eyes grow bigger as Seven’s antlers suddenly sprout.
“Sorry,” he says, sounding a little vexed. “I cannot help but respond when you are near.”
I chuckle around my mouthful of croissants.
He does a double-take. His lips twitch before he grasps my chin and kisses me right over my lips. “Yes, my antlers, much like my cock, are happy to have you near.”
“I love your antlers,” I blurt out.
“Only my antlers?” he muses. “I must be doing something wrong.”
“I love your cock too,” I say before I can stop myself, “and your hands” —I really need to stop talking— “I’m also much enamored with your mouth… I might like Eiden’s more… and Wolf does this thing where he shifts only his tongue, and my eyes cross every time.”
I snap my mouth shut.
Seven laughs. A big, deep in the belly, laugh. It transforms his face from handsome to spellbinding.
“Well, I can admit that Eiden’s oral skills are impressive,” he says dryly. “As for Wolf, he clearly has an unfair advantage. I dare say I will have to do the best I can with what I’ve got.”
The croissant is taken from my hand and tossed aside. He sweeps his arm across the table. A crash follows as the dinner service is displaced. He drops me into the gap.
“Open your legs, little doe. Show me what Nox did to you.”
His voice cracks with command. He is a king and the Master Stag. But none of these things make me do as he asks. No, it is my own selfish needs.
He makes a tutting noise as he stares at my soaking panties. His hand glides up my thigh until he reaches the apex and his thumb brushes over the drenched silk of my panties, playing there. “These are filthy and will need to come off.”
He slides them down my legs, leaving an embarrassing sticky trail, and tucks them into his pocket.
“Lean back, sweet doe.”
I drop back onto my elbows as he spreads my thighs, opening me to his view.
“My poor, sweet Fawn.” Hands under my knees, he tugs me to the table’s edge, drops my knees over his shoulders, and feasts.
A spark of raw pleasure shoots through me. I forget all about comparisons, for Seven does not lack skills. He groans against me, poking his tongue into my pussy as the pad of his thumb slowly circles my clit. My heart rate surges, my breath catches, and a sweet climax breaks over me.
I’m still basking in the hazy glow when he surges up and, with my legs draped over his forearms, frees his cock and slams into me… which is when I discover that something other than Wolf’s tongue can make my eyes cross.
“So deep,” I mumble, as the achy pleasure of his impalement makes my pussy quiver in anticipation of another release.
“I know, my love,” he says, grinding his hardness into me and making me groan. His antlers are huge and menacing, and his face is starkly handsome. “Your pussy is too perfect, the feeling of being inside you too enticing for a mortal male to resist.”
Then he slides almost out and slams back in.
We both groan.
He sets up a pounding rhythm that makes the table creak and the dinnerware clatter and bounce about.
I don’t care.
I feel glorious and so alive.
“I thought your Wolf was a heathen for taking you over a table, but now I’m sold on the barbaric appeal. You were made to be fucked hard and often. You were Goddess-sent to take cock.”
I come again, submitting to the glorious rush as my pussy spasms over his thrusting length.
He slams deep and, with his head tipped back, follows me into bliss with a roar, filling me with his seed.
We don’t move for the longest time. My pussy continues to spark around him, pulsing with little echoes of pleasure. The sun is warm, and the light breeze tickles my skin. He nuzzles my throat, over my chin, before he finally captures my lips for an unhurried kiss that makes my toes curl.
He gathers me close and, still inside me, rocks back into his chair.
Tucking my head against his chest, he caresses my hair. I close my eyes and just enjoy it.
“Will you be alright on your own with only Blue for company? Would you like my sisters to come over?”
“I have lived on my own since my mama died. I like it sometimes. And I have the book Persa gave me.” I should probably not think about that book while he is still inside me… “Also, I am a little tired.”
“Well, I dare say I’m to blame for that.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Thank you for coming here, Fawn. For entrusting me with your care. I appreciate how big a change this is for you compared to how you lived before. The garden is always available, but just until you are more familiar with it, I would rather you do not shift alone. A doe is very much a creature of instinct and curiosity and is not always aware of common sense and fear in the way a human is.”
“Okay,” I agree, although I don’t see how it would hurt to shift here. It’s not like anyone is around.
Also, I don’t like that he implies my doe is not sensible, when I am certain that she is... Fine, she is very curious, and is renowned for getting distracted by butterflies…
He cups my chin firmly, waiting until I meet his eyes. “Fawn, promise me you shall not go into the garden and shift.”
“Fine. I shall not go into the garden and shift.”
Small crinkles appear at the corner of his eyes like he is amused before he releases my chin. “The suite is large and has its own library. If you feel like it, you could explore it. See if there was a room you wished to make yours.”
“Does everyone have their own room?” I ask, wondering if Wolf will have one too.
“It is understood that a doe might have several mates and even courtiers on a permanent or semi-permanent basis. Most of our suites and homes are designed with this in mind. You are the doe of our family unit. You may frequent your mate’s beds as you choose or pick one you prefer to spend most of your time with. There is no judgment here. You may also have your own room and request your mates or courtiers visit you there. And besides, you are an omega. You might desire a nest in addition to your private bedroom.”
A nest. Just the thought of making a nest makes me feel instantly more settled.
“Does Eiden have a nest?”
“His childhood is not one he likes to linger upon. It came with challenges, and a legacy is that he has never made a nest. He shares his room with Nox; in a way, Nox is the equivalent of his nest, providing a sense of safety. I don’t think his close bond with Nox will ever change, but he is already deeply in love with you. I get the impression that should you make a nest, he would be eager to join you there, with your permission.”
“Wouldn’t that upset Nox?” I ask, frowning.
Seven chuckles. “Very little upsets Nox. That’s why he is so good for Eiden. Your arrival will change things, but none of them are in a bad way. Trust that Nox is bold enough to claim what he wants… I believe this morning provided ample indication… and that he left you in some discomfort.”
His cock kicks inside me. He settles a hand on my lower back, rocking me against his hardening length.
“I could spend all day inside you. But we have a lifetime ahead of us, and you might need some rest.”
“I’m not sore,” I protest, even as he is already easing me off.
Seven helps me to clean up and then insists I eat some breakfast.
But as he leaves, my thoughts are already on Nox.
“I just need a little taste,” he said.
I cannot only wait and hope for when he needs more.