Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Fawn
B lue lounges belly-up on the balcony on a special blanket Persa sent for him. Her children adore him. I can’t even feel bad about them stealing time with him when he loves their attention just as much. My mutt has gained popularity since we arrived and can already find his way to the palace kitchens, where the servants coo and feed him.
Gideon is standing attentively beside the couch where I am lying, reading the scandalous book Persa gave me. I am only a third of the way in, and already the patrol leader and his lieutenant have taken turns with the secret doe shifter. She is desperate in the throes of her season, and he has just called two more members of his patrol to help satisfy her needs.
I am getting hot and squirmy reading it. My eyes keep drifting toward Gideon.
The royal guardsman is gallantly formal if occasionally flustered in my presence. He arrived this morning under the direction of Seven’s sister, Estelle, because apparently, I need a personal guard.
Seven rolled his eyes and muttered about his sister’s complete lack of boundaries while the young man stood to attention. Finally, he sighed and waved my new protection in. Gideon has shadowed me ever since, standing attentively close, offering the occasional polite word but mostly doing an excellent job of looking everywhere but me.
Does he like me?
Maybe he would rather be doing something more important, as Seven mentioned when he first found out his sister had commandeered him for her personal use.
He is very handsome. I suck my lower lip between my teeth, admiring his profile over the top of my book. Then again, all stags are attractive, in my opinion. He is of a similar age to me, with eyes that are so pale brown that they are almost gold. His skin is the darkest shade among the stag shifters and shimmers in the light. His hair is very pale by contrast and cropped short to his head, forming a riot of curls.
They look soft and bounce a little when he moves. I very much want to pet them.
He adjusts his collar, and his gaze slides toward me. His eyes darken as he catches me staring at him. “How do you find your book, my lady?”
Book?
I drop the book as his words snap me from my stupor. It tumbles off the couch and hits the floor with a thud.
Blue lifts his head and rolls over, wondering if this is a game.
“Allow me!” Gideon strides over before I can gather my wits and collects the book from the floor.
The fake dust jacket I slipped over on The Art of Flower Arranging has fallen off. Blue darts in, snatches it, and runs off with his prize.
“Blue!”
The book is in Gideon’s hand.
My damn mutt is running circles around the couch with the dust jacket in his mouth.
Gideon stares at the book, frowning. I can see the cogs turning as he reads.
“Blue!” I need to get the fake dust jacket back.
It feels like the world is trapped in slow motion. I’m about to snatch the book from Gideon when Blue shoves the lightly chewed dust jacket onto my lap.
“Fuck!” Gideon mutters under his breath.
Blue’s head swings around, and like he senses the game is over, he slinks off to his blanket bed.
Gideon curses again as he liberates the dust jacket from my nerveless fingers, fumbling to wrap it around the book with haste that suggests he wants to erase what he has seen.
He hands it to me. The dust jacket is bent and bears distinct puncture wounds.
I take it, blushing to the roots of my hair.
He straightens and, still staring at the book, adjusts his cock in his pants… wrestles it… my eyes nearly pop out of my head when I note the girthy nature of the beast he tries to cram into the leg of his pants.
Then he strides back to the end of the couch and stands to attention with his back to me.
Only now an image is emblazoned on my mind, one I cannot entirely assimilate is real. Surely he would ruin any doe he tried to impale with that monster…
The door opens, admitting Nox and Eiden.
I nearly drop the damn book again.
“Time for your shift! I’ll take the book back to your nest while you’re out,” Gideon says, striding for me. I’m distracted by trying to catch a glimpse of the beast he is packing so I can verify if it is real. Only when he takes the arresting bulge out of my sight do I realize he has the book.
Nox stares after him.
“Are you ready for your run in the Royal Woodland?” Eiden beams at me, oblivious to my state of turmoil.
“What the fuck are you doing here, pup?” Nox growls when Gideon returns, minus the book.
Where has he put it?
“It is my new duty,” Gideon says, squaring his shoulders. There is a note of challenge in his voice. “Estelle sent me this morning. Our king approved it.”
Nox quirks one brow. “You are a highly trained soldier, not a fucking lap dog. What the fuck is wrong with her?”
Gideon’s cheeks darken. “It is not my place to question orders.”
“Yeah, I bet it’s not. Especially when they involve watching a hot pu?—”
“Nox!”
We all start at Eiden’s surprisingly sharp tone.
Nox smirks. “Fine. But don’t think I will go easy on her new courtier.”
“Courtier?” I squeak.
“That’s not what I am,” Gideon protests stringently.
“No? So you don’t want to fuck her?” Nox asks bluntly.
A low, strangled sound escapes Gideon.
“Gods,” Eiden mutters weakly. “Can we not do this now? You know talking about fucking her will set me off.”
“Everything sets you off,” Nox says dryly.
“That is true,” Gideon adds. “Everything does set you off.”
Nox growls.
Both men fall silent.
I am having trouble keeping up with everything, or more likely wallowing in denial.
“Wonderful,” Nox says, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “Now I have two whelps to deal with.”
I love the Royal Woodland. It is officially my favorite place. Also, shifting offers me an opportunity to not think about everything that was just said.
Today, gardeners are trimming lawns and manicuring hedges. I didn’t realize the effort that goes into keeping it so pretty. That I can come here and shift whenever I choose makes it even more special.
Eiden trots at my side. Further behind us are Nox and Gideon.
Nox, well, matters have been charged between us since the incident in my new nest. Last night, I slept between Seven and Wolf in Seven’s room again, which was a similarly charged encounter. I can only assume they know what happened.
“Share the taste of me with her,” Nox said. “That’s all she’s going to get.”
I don’t believe him, and further, his statement only drives my doe on to wag her tail like that might encourage the male to rut.
I glance back to find Nox’s gaze locked on my ass. Gideon hangs back, although he is also staring at my ass.
Good.
Good? Why is that good? Surely, four mates are enough. Only I have been sending surreptitious glances Gideon’s way all morning while reading my naughty book. And then Nox’s talk of courtiers has sent my thoughts to places they should not be. He didn’t seem angry about it, more amused… maybe a little derisive.
I stop at my favorite place beside the lake, where I shift to human.
My three companions do the same. Nox stands in the middle, one brow lifted in question. Eiden stands to the right, his bronze skin glistening in the sun—my beautiful omega with a sometimes feral stag. And then to the left, shorter by a head and shoulders, is Gideon with a trim build and silvery locks.
My focus does not remain on his beauty for long, for I am distracted by the way he crosses his hands over his groin area. He has to spread them very wide.
My tummy takes a slow tumble, and a little slick trickles between my thighs. I feel irrational hatred toward his hands. Maybe I should order him to take them away?
Nox distracts me when he clips Gideon up the back of the head.
“What?” Gideon says, his handsome face flushed. “I’m only human.”
“Technically, you’re not human,” Eiden says. “And what your packing is definitely above and beyond?—”
“Quiet, whelp,” Nox says in a low, dangerous tone. “If I even think you’re getting unruly, I will add an edging session into the mix.”
Gideon moans.
Maybe he has experienced Nox’s edging techniques. I know they sometimes took does to their bed. Did they take men as well? My eyes shift between the three men with unabashed interest. Well, their cocks. Two of which are proudly on display and hard. While I cannot see the third, I have every reason to believe it is in the same condition.
“If you’re going to swim, I suggest you go ahead,” Nox says. “There is a high probability you’re going to get fucked the longer you linger with your many feminine assets on display before three horny men.”
I think about staying where I am. I definitely want to, and I probably would if Gideon were not there. Actually, Gideon’s presence might be making my desire to act out worse.
Nox growls and takes a single step forward. It’s enough to galvanize me into action. I dart for the water, diving in with a squeal and a splash.
When I come up for air, the three men are talking in a cluster. Gideon says something. Nox clips him up the back of the head again.
Pity I cannot lip read.
I love the water. It is refreshing but not too cold, and as I move around, I find warm and cool pockets. I forget about the men talking on the side as I splash and float around. Tonight, I will write a letter to Luna and tell her about all my adventures. She will be thrilled when she learns that I am with my Wolf, and as for the rest, that is sure to come as a shock. She will likely be squealing with excitement to find out I can finally shift whenever I choose and be free to be me.
When I glance at the men again, I find Eiden and Nox still by the tree, having a heated discussion, while Gideon stands at the side of the lake, surveying the surroundings with his back to me.
He has a nice ass, round and firm-looking. Looking at it makes me feel hot.
Nox and Eiden are too busy talking and not paying attention to me.
Before I can second-guess my intentions, I swim to the side of the lake where Gideon stands. As I wade out of the water, he turns, glances, groans, and then snaps his eyes away.
He likes me.
A lot.
I like him too.
And I’m curious and definitely needy. My nipples are taut and my pussy is slick. The closer I get to him, the more his light forest scent wafts toward me on the breeze.
“Would you take my hand to help me out, please, Gideon?”
He huffs out a breath, backs up a few steps, and, still not making eye contact, offers me his hand.
No, this won’t do.
“Oh!” I say, in the worst fake pain sound.
“What?” His head snaps around. “Has something hurt you, my lady?”
“I stubbed my toe,” I say. How does he not see through this nonsense? Even Eiden would not fall for this terrible acting.
“Goodness!” He strides for me in a rush, scooping me up and wading out before setting me down on the grassy bank. “Let me see.”
He tumbles me onto my back and inspects my toes for damage.
He frowns. “Which foot was it?” he asks, getting a little lost as he stares into my eyes.
“I think it was the other one,” I say breathlessly.
He lifts the other foot and then stops abruptly. “Think? No toes appear to be damaged, my lady.”
I shrug. “You were not looking at me.”
He huffs out a breath and returns my foot to the ground carefully. But I can see he is also trying not to smile while pointedly not looking at me again. “Nox is going to beat me bloody for putting my hands on you.”
“No, he won’t,” I whisper. “He would not even mind if you were to kiss me.”
“You’re a test.”
“I know.”
He groans and glances at me again.
I thought Eiden was sweet. But Gideon might be sweeter… I glance down and swallow… even if he is wielding something that is not entirely human between his legs.
Gideon
I’m on my knees with a dripping-wet goddess spread out on the grassy bank before me.
She just played me.
I’m not even mad about it.
Seven’s sisters are a law unto themselves. They have been trying to match-make me for years. It never ended well. I worked hard to be courteous to my lovers. To spoil their pussies with attention even before we got to the mounting part… and that’s where the wheels came off.
Some gave me a flat no.
Some ventured to try.
None of them came close to being as pretty or lovely as Fawn.
Not one of them looked at my dick and licked their lips… as Fawn just did.
Her little pussy hole looks tiny. I’ve been trying not to look at it. Now it’s right in front of me, I cannot look away. If someone had just hit me up the side of the head with a plank of wood, I could not be in a greater state of mental disarray. I stare down at the perfect pink slit, parted oh-so-slightly enough for me to see her slick hole and the bud of her clit.
My mouth is watering. My dick is spitting lubricant that will not hurt even though she is dripping slick onto the woodland floor.
I blame her pussy trance for not being adequately prepared when she hooks her ankles around my ass and tugs. I fall forward. My hands plant against the ground beside her head as my dick slides up against her entrance and lodges there.
Fuck!
She moans— loudly .
She is wet. I’m now dripping sweat and shaking. Our slick bodies become glued together, hampering any attempt to withdraw. Even a slight movement seems to lodge me deeper in her hot, tight pussy entrance.
I try to gain command over my dick.
Not a hope.
She tightens her thighs around me, and I sink even further in.
“Goddess!” she cries. “I’m going to come. Quickly, put it inside me. Oh, it’s so big!”
This is not an unusual statement. About the size, anyway—the quickly put it inside me part, not so much. It stuns me; at least, that is the excuse I give myself when my hips flex. My thrust only shoves her up the bank. My dick is fucking determined to bag the prize, and I palm her throat to pin her still and thrust again.
This time, I get halfway in.
“I’m coming!” she cries.
My hips begin pumping furiously. I’m determined to get every inch inside her fisting channel before I spill a drop of seed.
I chant troop maneuvers under my breath to distract myself from how she is taking me—all of me to the root. This is all unchartered water. I have never gotten my dick all the way up inside someone before. I feel like the top of my head has just blown off. I stare down between us, watching her little hole suck my dick in with every snap of my hips.
“My lady,” I grunt amid the throes of my lusty stupor. “You are taking me so well!”
Gods, I need to abstain from this uncensored commentary, lest she rescind her pussy rights. Then again, there is so much blood in my dick that I’m in danger of blacking out, so I should probably cut myself some slack.
“Oh, I’m coming again. Don’t stop, Gideon!”
Her pussy clamps around my dick. It compels my climax to follow through. My balls tighten, my ass clenches, and I dump a seemingly endless flood of cum into her while grunting like an animal.
I find the presence of mind to keep my arms locked and not crush her… which is when I become aware of a shadow over us.
I glance up and swallow.
Nox is standing with his arms folded beside us, radiating pissed. Eiden is right beside him—he looks more in pain, but that might be to do with the condition of his cock, which is purple-looking and leaking so much pre-cum that it is dripping from his balls.
I carefully unpeel my fingers from around Fawn’s slender throat, aware that this does not look good.
If I’m going to die, at least I won’t be a virgin…
“Oops,” Fawn says.
I snort an involuntary laugh at the adorable doe who skips over logs and chases butterflies one moment and then takes my monster dick like a champ the next. Her smile is sweet, and her eyes dance with mischief.
What a wonder I have found.
My lips tug up, and then another chuckle bubbles out.
Not a hope in hell I’m not falling in love with her.
Fawn
Gideon’s bronze skin takes on a deeper hue. “I, ah, fell onto her.”
I bite my lip lest I giggle. I suppose he did fall onto me, and into me, with my help.
“You fell onto her, and your cock just what… slipped inside?” Nox drawls. “I’m amazed she wasn’t screaming, getting railed by that damn tree trunk you have swinging between your legs.”
“Oh, they look so beautiful together,” Eiden says a little wistfully.
“Beautiful?” Nox makes a scoffing noise. “Can you even see where he’s impaling her? Fucking obscene. She’s going to need two regular dicks just to fill the gap after he’s done.”
“Please stop talking,” Eiden says weakly. “I’m going to come.”
Gideon goes to pull out. I clamp my legs around his waist, and all he does is lift me from the ground.
He groans—his dick flexes inside me.
“Oh, please,” I beg. “I need to come again.”
“Not right now, my lady,” he says, a desperate edge to his voice. He is terribly polite even while he is inside me and radiating tension. “I believe Nox has plans to strangle me. I may not be in any condition to satisfy you after he is done.”
Nox’s grunts derisively. “Have at it. I can thump your presumptuous ass after you’ve finished. Besides, I missed the full show last time, and this I have to see.”
He closes his fist around Eiden’s throat and directs him to his knees. “Suck me off like a good boy. You can watch the Hide the Anaconda show next time. Make sure I enjoy it well, and I’ll let you clean our queen up once Gideon is done.”
Eiden falls upon him with a groan.
My eyes are all on Gideon as he lowers his lips to mine. We share a kiss, and he begins to move. I’m going to feel so sore when he’s done. I don’t even care.
Eiden will kiss the soreness away and make it all better.
As I break the kiss, I see the look of wonder on Gideon’s face. I know already that he will not be a mere courtier. That is not the way my heart works. He is inside me, moving, making me feel good. There is no untangling lovemaking from love.
It is already decided.
When I go into my season, Gideon will become my mate.