Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Eiden
I bury my face against her throat. My cock, which I have had under fierce control, begins to kick with interest. “Where did you hear this?” I ask, hedging for some breathing space.
“Nox threatened to punish you that way when we were in the Royal Woodland.”
She is naturally curious, and we should probably have realized she would latch onto the tone in his voice when he said it. “It’s what Nox does to me. Not letting me come to torment me.”
“Do you like to?”
“No…” I sigh heavily and lift my head to look her in the eyes. “Fine… Maybe.”
Her eyes shine with mischief. “Your cock got hard when I asked about it, so I think you like it well. Will he do that to me?”
“Gods, no… Nox is intense.” It’s not like he asks me.
“What else does he do?”
“Anything he chooses. Everything I think I don’t want but secretly crave. Sometimes, he takes me while I’m sleeping, and I wake up, and he’s just?—”
I snap my mouth shut.
Her eyes darken as they search mine. “Touching you? Inside you?”
“Yes, both.” My heart is pounding, and my dick is hard and leaking all over her beautiful new nest. Nox is a force of nature. I don’t think I’m qualified for this conversation.
She bites on her lower lip. “Will you do that to me?”
I swallow heavily. Denial is on the tip of my tongue. “You want me to fuck you while you sleep?”
She nods.
Sweat pops the length of my spine. “I haven’t fucked you at all yet. What about your rule with Wolf?” I’m hedging again because Fawn is diving straight into the deep end. I’m ready to combust.
Her pert little nose lifts. “We are long past that now. I want to fall asleep and wake me up when you’re inside me. It sounds so…”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lip like she is tasting the idea.
“Fawn, are you trying to kill me?” Nox has made enough disparaging comments regarding my lack of restraint when it comes to coming, all of which are true. Not spewing my seed all over the damn nest takes a heroic effort.
“You want to do it,” she goads. Damn, where did our good girl go? Where did this temptress come from?
“Yes. Gods. I really want to. But I’m not usually the instigator of these things. I’m not like my stag. I don’t want to fuck up… Excuse the pun.”
She giggles and leans in close, her mouth next to my ear. “My doe is a hussy,” she whispers. “According to Wolf, my doe is also me, the uninhibited side of me.” Her lips feather against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Just as your stag is the uninhibited side of you. We have both shied away from our inner sides for different reasons. Both have been hurt. But here, in this nest, we can be ourselves and heal. Here in my nest, we can be free. I trust you. I trust your decisions on how to care for me now and in the future, just as you trust in Nox.”
Her words slay me once more. I am her humble servant.
My stag stamps his feet and snorts his approval.
What has she just unleashed?
Challenge issued, she rocks me onto my back, tucks her head in the crook of my shoulder, and settles down to sleep.
My heart is racing, and my dick is in danger of going off. I’m in for the worst suffering of my life. She fidgets, pressing surreptitious kisses to my chest and pushing her pert tits against me, the rosy nipples hard and needy.
I just want to toss her onto her back and fuck her.
My mind tumbles over everything we just spoke of, and what she wants—what she wants me to do—until I am nothing but a writhing mass of confusion and rampant need.
Her breathing has evened out.
Asleep already?
Yes, I believe she is, her body relaxed against me, bringing a different set of feelings to the fore.
She is so precious, sweet, and loving. And a perfect hussy all rolled into one.
My hand strays to her breast, my fingertips brushing over the plump swell. My eyes bounce between my fingers and her face, checking for any sign she is awake. She shifts a little, pressing her breast into my hand.
I smirk, skimming my fingertips around the areola, watching her nipple pucker. My heart is banging so heavy in my chest it is a wonder it does not wake her up. Gods, I want to come so badly. How does Nox do this so effortlessly? How does he tease and remain in control of himself? He gets hard. His cock is like a magnet for my eyes, but he pays it no mind, and his focus is always all on me.
I try to disconnect myself from what I want and what I do—pouring all my focus into the sleeping doe and this tempting nipple now fully distended and hard. I pinch it lightly, then a little firmer, watching her face.
I wasn’t qualified for the conversation on edging. I’m definitely not qualified for the act.
But she trusts me, and her trust lifts me to a place I have never been before. Through her trust, I am reborn.
It also empowers me to do something the old me would never do.
So, I take liberties with her instructions because she trusts me and because I have someone I trust equally to guide me through this.
It takes only a short time before Nox senses I need him. I feel him waiting, curious, on the other side of the nest door.
She did not give him permission to enter.
Is this betraying her trust?
No, I don’t believe it is. I try to free myself, let my stag come to the fore, and trust my instincts.
I ease from underneath her and carefully make my way out of the nest to open the door.
Nox gives me an up-down look and quirks one brow.
I wave him inside and lean in to whisper, telling him what Fawn wants. “I need you to guide me… I can’t.”
Nox
Seven, Jude, and I are still in the lounge when I sense Eiden needs me. We are not bonded in the way of mates. Without a doe omega, a bond can never be completed. But it is close between us, closer even than for him and Seven. I have long sensed strong emotions from our herd omega when he is in danger, upset, or simply needs me.
“I’m needed in the nest,” I say, rising and purposely not asking permission. I am not that man.
Seven understands me—he also understands the bond between Eiden and me, but a tic thumps in Jude’s jaw before he nods.
“I don’t need your approval,” I say bluntly. Better there are no delusions between us. If I want his opinion, I will ask for it. Where Eiden is concerned, Seven never interferes.
His posture stiffens. He says nothing, but his eyes issue a threat: hurt her, and I will end you.
“Do not insult me,” I say, holding his gaze.
“I have watched over her all my life,” he replies like that is an excuse.
“And I have cared for Eiden after his vicious family left him a pitiful, broken shell. It’s fair to say he has some trauma in his past. But I would trust you with him... alone .”
His nostrils flare before his brows shoot up. Good, let him mull that over. The wolf shifter is not overly blessed with brains but is also not stupid. I doubt Eiden’s curiosity and growing infatuation with Jude will end anytime soon. Jude doesn’t have to return the feelings, but he will need to treat Eiden with respect.
Still, he is a wolf shifter, and those bastards are pretty wild by all accounts when the moon is full… and even when it is not.
I turn and walk away. Barely do I arrive outside the nest when a harassed-looking Eiden opens the door a crack before ushering me in.
My eyes sweep over the room, which looks considerably neater than when I last visited. There, in the middle, her glossy brown hair spread over a pillow, is the object of my unbridled lust. I stare at her as Eiden leans in and whispers the reason he called me here.
Well, this is an interesting development.
What a filthy, perfect little doe.
“She wants you to fuck her while she sleeps?” I ask, keeping my voice low and even so as not to wake the queen-in-waiting. Eiden has already told me as much, his words tumbling out in a rush, but I’m a sick bastard, and I like the way the vocalization of it injects terror and lust into his eyes. “For you to get your dick all up inside her while she’s asleep and vulnerable?”
“Nox!” he hisses.
“Quiet, whelp.” I narrow my eyes in warning.
He snaps his mouth shut. He is quivering with arousal, his dick flexing and leaking pre-cum all over the place. I like this plan unfolding before me. Eiden does not have the natural disposition for this, and I fucking love taking him out of his comfort zone.
I smirk. “You’re both going to come so fucking hard.”
He whimpers, leaning into my touch as I lightly rub the back of his neck.
“You’ll do exactly what I say when I say. No balking. No backtalk. You’re going to touch her like you own her.” I lean in and nip the side of his throat. “Mark her as yours.”
He nods, and his throat bobs as he swallows.
“Get to it.”
He stumbles forward as I release him, steadying himself before he meets her nest, where he carefully sinks to his knees and crawls over our sweet, sleeping doe.
I remove my boots, tuck them in the closet, and find a place beside the wall that offers me a view. “Roll her onto her back,” my voice is a low rumble. “Spread her legs and kneel between them.”
He carefully eases her onto her back. She stretches—he freezes, waiting until she settles again.
“I want your mouth on her pretty tits. Start slow. Light kisses.”
He glances back, his expression raw with need.
There he is, my magnificent, feral stag staring back at me, knowing I will guide him through this and keep him safe. Just as I will keep Fawn safe.
His head swings back to her, centered upon her face. Carefully, he parts her thighs and kneels between them, putting her slick pussy on display as he braces over her with his hands planted on the nest either side of her shoulders. He is naturally a gentle soul, although his stag is a bastard. Today, for the first time during intimacy, I sense his uncivilized side is at play.
His lips brush her shoulder, tentative, growing in confidence as he trails kisses over her collarbone and down to the V between her breasts. He cups her right tit lightly, watching her as he squeezes the plump flesh.
My mouth fucking waters. Seeing him touch her like this hooks into the darker side of me.
“Get your mouth on her,” I say. “I want her to wake up aching where you’ve marked her. She’s yours. Yours to do with as you please. She told you to do this—commanded it.”
His dick bobs and leaks pre-cum all the way to the nest. This is hard for him, pun intended. He’s never been very good at abstinence. But he also has a deep desire to obey me and her, which will keep him in check.
His lips lower to the swell of her breast. I ease the button at the top of my pants where they are strangling my dick. If I enjoy toying with Eiden, I take equal and perverse pleasure in making myself wait, too. I like to be the one in control, the one who guides us, just as Eiden likes to be the one to do as he is told.
She fidgets as he sucks against her flesh. Her skin pulls taunt and his cheek hollow as he slowly increases the pressure, sucking harder.
“That’s my good boy,” I say. “Now, pinch her nipple—lightly, then harder.”
He lifts his head, his throat working as his trembling fingers close over the distended bud. He squeezes it lightly, then rolls it, his lips lowering to a new place where he marks her again.
Her legs move, her hips lifting in subconscious invitation—all wet and slick looking.
I’m fucking salivating. I know how good she tastes.
His breathing turns ragged. He moves on, leaving little red marks all over her skin.
Claiming her.
I step forward slowly, my foot sinking into the nest. Eiden’s eyes search mine as I settle beside Fawn. Her hands are resting on either side of her head. I carefully stretch her arms up, drawing her hands above her head, and shackle her wrists with my right hand.
He rocks back onto his heels as I slide my hand down over her throat and lightly cup her breast. I brush my thumb back and forth across her nipple, feeling how hard it is. I pinch it lightly and then firmer, finally rolling it cruelly.
Her chest rises and falls unsteadily, but I don’t stop.
Eiden is panting now, watching what I do. I take my fingers away, sliding down over her belly to cup her intimately.
Slick and wet.
Using my fingers, I spread her pussy lips open, making a pointed look between Eiden and the place I have opened for him.
His tongue darts out to pass back and forth over his lower lip. With his dick in his trembling hand, he shuffles in closer, pushing her legs wider to accommodate his bulk. Sweat breaks out across his brow.
The head of his dick lodges in her entrance.
I bet that feels fucking good.
His eyes clash with mine.
I nod. “Slowly.”
Her eyes are still closed. Although her chest is rising and falling faster than it was.
He wets his lower lip with his tongue, his concentration absolute, and he sinks slowly past my fingers until he fills her all up.
I put my fingers, sticky with her arousal, into my mouth and groan.
His eyes are black as they swing between me, her face, and where he fills her all up.
“Go ahead and come,” I say. His eyes widen. “If she wakes up, she wakes up.” I place my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my thumb. “Move if you need to. Nice and slow. I don’t want her to come. I want her to wake up and feel you inside her. I want her to wake up full of your cum.”
His chest heaves. The muscles of his ass tighten. Gods, he is magnificent when he comes.
My dick has passed beyond pain and into torture. My balls are tight and heavy as I watch him come apart.
His breath is ragged and loud—his body quivered with the strain.
I look down at where they are connected and watch his seed seeping around the root of his cock.
“That’s my good boy,” I say. “I’m so pleased with you.”
Fawn
I rouse in increments, my body under a blanket of sweet, achy pleasure.
I feel full.
My eyelids flutter and then snap open. My legs try to shut and come to an abrupt stop around Eiden.
“Don’t come.” The command is growled next to my ear and does not broker dissent.
“Nox?!” His name feels like it’s punched from my lungs. He is right here beside me, in the nest, his hot breath fanning the side of my face and his fingers snuggly around my throat.
My hands are above my head, my wrists shackled in Nox’s other hand. I blink up at Eiden. The omega is huge and powerful, braced above me, his cock embedded intimately inside me. I feel wet and sticky there. Has he already come?
I groan, my inner muscles caressing his length.
“Not such a cute little cock now, is it, hmm?” Nox taunts. “Filling your needy pussy with seed and not letting you get off.”
“W-what are you doing here? I-I didn’t give you permission.” My nipples are sore and swollen, my breasts heavy. When my gaze lowers down, I see how distended my nipples are and little red blemishes covering my breasts.
He has done this while I slept…
“Do I seem like the kind of man who waits for permission?” Nox drawls.
My eyes are locked on Eiden, his flushed face, and dark, feral eyes—his stag is close to the surface. His cock continues to kick inside me, more hot gushes flooding me, trickling down the crack and onto the nest.
“No,” I whisper. “No, you are not. Goddess. Please, Nox.”
“Shut up and take what you’re given,” Nox snarls. “You come when I say and not before… if I say. Disobey me, and Eiden will pay the price.”
His nose brushes over my cheek to my temple, where his lips press hard against the throbbing pulse point.
My mind is playing catch-up. I can’t believe that Eiden called Nox here. I wonder if the others know.
Oh, we are far beyond that.
I tug on my wrists. Nox’s hold doesn’t give.
“Fuck her,” he says. “Use our little doe for your pleasure.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to a climax and not gone over the edge. I don’t know what to do with the sensations ripping through me. They are like a living entity, moving in waves under my skin. I tingle everywhere. The feeling of being trapped beneath Eiden, his hips moving as he begins to power into me.
I asked him for this, at least in part. What I receive is so much more.
Rich scents fill the air: mine, Eiden’s, and Nox’s.
The scent of lust.
I wonder if Nox will finally take me. I want him to. Desperately. But I’m still unsure of him. I’m still confused.
My eyes lower to the place where Eiden spears me over and over again. My inner muscles flutter lovingly over his length.
Madness calls to me, but it’s like I am stuck and can neither retreat from the blazing pleasure nor tumble into the awaited bliss. I hang on the very precipice.
Sweat pops from pores across my body. Shivers wrack me.
“Please let me come.” The words tumble out a whisper, a prayer—imploring the male who holds all control.
And Eiden. How I love that he did this. No longer can I see the loving omega who is so gentle with me; instead, I find a dark specter—his inner stag. Is it possible for an omega to be dominant? I never really thought about it before.
Eiden is both, I realize. He is both submissive and dominant, and it is all my fault.
“Tell me how good she feels,” Nox says.
“She feels amazing,” Eiden says between panted breaths. “She feels like heaven. Like home. She feels like she is mine.”
I can no more stop the climax that rolls through me than I could stop an avalanche in progress. I see it coming from a distance, tumbling toward me. I’m a sapling, ready to submit to the greater force of nature that is bearing down upon me.
My neck arches and a cry tears from my lips as my pussy falls into sweet climactic waves—I gasp for air.
“So beautiful,” Nox purrs in my ear. His lips brush my cheek. It feels as though they singe me, as though a hot burning brand is being placed on my skin. Sparks of pleasure shoot all the way to my breasts and down to my very core. It feels like the very follicles of my hair flutter and dance. I can’t stop coming, shuddering and twitching like I am in the midst of a seismic storm.
Eiden’s hands tighten on my waist as he slams deep, and another gush fills me up. His face is a picture of savagery, contorted with pleasure as he stares down at me.
What have I unleashed?
“Somebody fucked up,” Nox drawls.
My heart skips a beat.
“Shut up and take what you are given,” he said. “You come when I say and not before… if I say. Disobey me, and Eiden will pay the price.”
What have I done? My pussy squeezes over the hard male flesh buried inside me. “Oh Goddess.”
“Hmm,” Nox says. “Somebody came without my permission.” He rises from the nest, his movements graceful. His hand goes to his pants, undoing the buttons holding them up one by one.
Eiden is still inside me, but he leans up, focusing on what Nox does, once more the submissive omega.
He licks his lips.
Nox fists his hair and directs the head of his cock to Eiden’s mouth—and thrusts straight to the back of his throat.
Eiden makes a choking sound, but he does not struggle as Nox cups the sides of his head and fucks his mouth.
I see Eiden’s throat bulging with every thrust. He can’t possibly breathe. Yet his cock is still flexing inside me. And as Nox forces him to take this, I know Eiden likes what the more dominant male does to him.
I’m merely a voyeur watching what they do—watching Nox rough fuck Eiden’s throat.
It takes no more than a dozen strokes before Nox stills with a grunt. Saliva and cum drip down Eiden’s chin. He submits, his arms slack at his side, his face flushed, and his hair a wild mess. His throat works, and his cock flexes inside me, sparking another mini climax and a heated wave of jealousy.
My fingers claw at the nest beneath me. I want my turn. I want Nox to give himself to me.
I growl.
Nox’s lips tip up as he slowly withdraws from Eiden’s mouth and fixes me with a look.
Eiden sucks in the harsh breath. His lips are red and puffy.
Nox strokes a gentle finger through his hair while staring down at me. “Share the taste of me with her,” he says. “That’s all she’s going to get.”
Another growl escapes me. He moves off. Eiden is on me, his mouth crashing against mine and his tongue spearing me.
My rage tips over into rampant lust as I taste Nox on him. My arms entwine with his neck as he begins to move inside me, thrusting his cock in time with his tongue. My fingers rake his back. I’m like a crazed animal, chasing that last taste of Nox.
He can’t mean it. He can’t mean forever. He means now and just today.
Aggression rises inside of me. I rip into Eiden’s hair, yanking him away. He lets me push him onto his back, rolling obligingly over, still buried inside me.
He goes to put his hands on my waist. I slap them away.
“Hands above your head.”
His chest rises and falls unsteadily, but he does as I command.
And then I move. My hips rotate as I take my dues and succumbing to the new frenzy.
I claim my own pleasure, pinching my nipple with one hand and petting my clit with the other, and not caring about anything but my need.
I hear the door click softly.
Was Nox watching me?
I think he was. And that thought sends me straight into another climax.