Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Fawn
“ A re you sure you’re not getting bored on your own?” Wolf asks.
It is morning. Seven has just left for his royal duties, and I’m snuggled in his decedent bed with my Wolf. Sleeping between Wolf and Seven at night has become a habit, although Wolf has set aside one of the other rooms for himself and mentioned sleeping there tomorrow.
“I have Blue for company,” I say.
We are all falling into our routine. Wolf has been shadowing the constable, and I sense it is a position he is keen to take on. The human alpha who currently holds the position is looking toward retirement and has a dry sense of humor, according to Wolf. I believe Wolf is enjoying learning from him.
“Only Blue?” he muses, pulling me under him and positioning himself between my thighs.
I’m a little sore from their attentions last night, but I still sigh as he sinks into me without any preamble.
“Blue, what?”
He chuckles. “I’m sorry. Did I distract you?”
“You know you did.”
He begins to move, his hips flexing as he fills me. I pet his broad shoulders and kiss the strong column of his throat. He is mine, all mine—how did I get so lucky?
“Have you forgotten your new courtier?”
“Not a courtier,” I gasp as he bends my knees and begins to hit the spot that makes my eyes cross with pleasure.
“No?” He starts pounding me into the bed. “What then?”
My climax is bearing down on me, along with the sweet anticipation of him knotting me.
“A mate—oh!”
His knot locks, and his teeth nip my throat over his claiming mark.
“Good girl, you can take it,” he purrs against my throat. “You will need to. By all accounts, Gideon’s hung like a fucking centaur.”
I gasp and giggle.
He chuckles and nips my throat. “I’ve changed my mind. You’re a bad girl.”
He’s right, I really am.
Wolf leaves. Seven arrives with Gideon as if summoned when I sit down to eat breakfast at the table on the balcony. So I eat breakfast while sitting on Seven’s lap. Then he eats me.
Everyone is happy.
Well, maybe not Gideon, who stands attentively beside the balcony doors the whole time.
Then, Seven heads off to his duties, and I decide to read more of my book.
Gideon groans as though in pain when he notices the book in my hand. He looks away with a massive bulge in his pants.
Smiling to myself, I settle on the couch.
Am I being mean?
Maybe.
He is still very formal and proper despite rutting me silly on the grassy bank beside the lake. I would feel much better about this if I could use his lap as a pillow, but I might have to build him up to that. Also, he is very gullible for my poor acting. I’m confident I can sabotage his good intentions soon enough.
The story is very compelling. The doe shifter is a complete hussy, and I already love her well. I believe I can pick up some tips on managing many men.
…you have wagged your cute little tail at my men in an invitation to rut. We have no choice now. You will have to take them all.
My eyes widen. “What? No!”
“Are you well, my lady?” Gideon asks.
I had forgotten he was there.
“Shh!” I hold up a hand. He instantly falls silent… he really is surprisingly good at following instructions. I’m confident Wolf would have turned me over his lap for taking such a sharp tone.
Gods! It is an invitation to rut when my doe wags her tail, at least according to this passage. Then again, it’s just a book—a romance story—which, as Estelle has pointed out, is not always based on sound facts.
Only it sounds true.
A lot of things begin to make sense.
How could I not have known?
My doe knows. She did it on purpose. And for Wolf.
My face is burning hot. I keep reading the same passage, hoping the words will rearrange into something more palatable.
“It can’t be true,” I blurt out.
“What can’t be true, little doe?”
I jump, hearing Nox’s rumbly voice right beside me, and butterflies begin to swarm in my belly. Where did he come from? How did I not notice his approach?
“That when I… when a female doe, um… wags…”
His brows raise. He turns to share a look with Gideon.
Gideon shrugs. “She is reading smut,” he says bluntly. “Do not fall for the cover. The Art of Flower Arranging dust jacket has been slipped over to disguise what it really is. I suspect it came from Persa. Not the flower arranging—the smut in case that was confusing. Seven’s sister is shameless and has an entire collection of them.”
“Gideon! I thought you were polite!”
Nox looks between me and the book—which I’m now clutching protectively to my chest—and plucks it from my hand.
“Nox!”
“Hmmm,” he says, skimming down the page as I leap to my feet and make a grab for it. He holds it out of reach, taking his time reading it—damn the tall male. He suddenly snaps the book shut and directs a particularly wicked smirk at me.
He turns the book over in his hand, peeps under the outer dust jacket, and then tosses it to Gideon, who catches it with a scowl. “Mounted and Bred by the Stag Patrol,” he muses.
I take a hasty step back. Gods, he doesn’t need to say it out loud! “It was… um… very educational.”
“So I discovered. I might need to read it for educational purposes myself.” He prowls after me, expression predatory. “And as to your question, yes, that is exactly what it means.”
“Yes?” Goodness!
“When a doe wags her tail at a male, it signals him to rut.”
I continue to back up.
He continues to stalk me down.
“Poor Eiden was near insensible with lust watching your sweet ass and that wagging tail as you skipped joyfully over tree roots and flowers the first day you shifted. And then Gideon came next. Such a sweet doe, perfuming the air with her lust. All ripe and ready to be fucked. Ready to be mounted and bred, just like the saucy little doe in your book.”
My throat is dust-dry.
My pussy is dripping wet.
How does he set my body on fire with no more than words and a look?
I come to an abrupt stop when I bump into Gideon. Nox glances at him over my shoulder. A silent communication passes between them. Before I can dart away, Gideon’s hands close over my upper arms.
My body quivers in anticipation of whatever is to come. Nox touching me, taking me finally.
And how I crave it.
“Trapped,” Nox says ominously. “Are you making a little mess, Fawn? Is your pussy getting wet?”
I whimper.
“Answer me.”
“Yes!”
He is still not touching me.
What is he waiting for?
“Lift your skirt.”
My sharp inhale is loud.
He grasps my throat, tugging me onto my tiptoes. The butterflies go wild. His head lowers, his lips a whisper beside my ear. “I don’t repeat myself, little doe. Ever.”
He releases me. I might collapse were Gideon not holding my arms. Like he senses the weakness of my legs, he snakes one arm around my waist, anchoring me to him.
Nox’s eyes bore into me, daring me to defy him.
I don’t, tugging my skirt up in a rush. My thoughts are a jumble, my nipples painfully hard, and my clit throbbing in anticipation of him putting his hand on me… anywhere again.
His eyes narrow as his gaze sweeps down me, taking in my hot, flushed cheeks, my nipples poking against my dress and finally resting on the apex of my thighs.
“Open yourself,” he says.
I blink rapidly, nostrils flaring as I assimilate what he said… what I think he means for me to do.
“Put your fingers on your pussy,” he continues, perhaps taking pity on me. “Part those pretty pussy lips so I can see exactly how wet and needy you are.”
I can’t get enough air. I can feel Gideon’s firm body pressed against me behind, letting me feel his hard cock. My breath is nothing but a stutter as I slip my fingers between my thighs. And, still holding my skirt high, I carefully part myself.
“Hmm,” Nox says, the sound very much approving as he rubs his chin with his thumb and stares at what I have exposed. “Good. Nice and wet. Dripping. What a perfect, filthy little doe, hmm.”
I whimper.
His amused smirk fades, and something dark and carnal takes its place. “On your knees.”
Gideon releases me. I drop instantly, panting, shivering with need. His fingers are gentle against my hair. Whimpering, I press into his touch.
“So beautiful,” he says, stroking my hair. “Ready to serve. Ready for whatever I might choose.”
“Please,” I beg. I feel like a form of madness grips me.
“Please, what?”
“Please let me tend you. Touch you.”
His fingers continue their light caress. “You want to suck my cock, little doe? Is that what you’re asking for?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“And you think that might persuade me to return the favor? To touch your slick, filthy cunt? To get you off how a naughty little doe needs.”
“Please!”
“Maybe.” His tone is implacable. His light caress never alters, and it’s driving me crazy. “Are you worthy of my cock? Are you worthy of not only touching but tasting?”
“Please, I am.”
He releases me abruptly.
A sob escapes my lips.
“Hush,” he says, bestowing me another gentle stroke down my cheek. “I will allow you to tend me so long as your naughty fingers do not stray to your wet pussy. Your pleasure belongs to me, understood.”
I nod eagerly. I would agree to anything at this point.
His expression turns calculating.
He takes a seat on the couch, leaning casually back.
I shuffle forward until he holds up a hand. “Not like that. Crawl to me.”
The butterflies in my belly become frenzied. I don’t even care that Gideon is standing right behind me watching me—seeing me like this. Dropping my hands to the floor, I crawl to Nox, aware of my lowly place, of wanting to please him, of the sharp pattern of my breathing.
I can’t make eye contact anymore. When I reach the spread apex of his thighs, I rock back onto my heels and wait… and wait… my nipples are hard points maddened by the lightest brush of my silk gown as I breathe, pussy aching and wet.
“Go ahead.”
My head snaps up to find him watching me through his dark, admiring eyes.
He makes a tutting sound, reminding me he gave an order, one I have yet to comply with.
My fingers turn clumsy as I fumble with his belt, a sob escaping me as it comes free, his pants part allowing me to close my fingers around his hot, silken length.
His fingers closing over mine, stilling me, comes as a shock. I wait, wondering as he leans forward and, grasping the neck of my gown with his free hand, pushes the material over my right shoulder.
It whispers over my skin, gathering at the crook of my arm, exposing one breast.
He leans back again, his eyes on what he has exposed, the other hand still wrapped around mine where it is wrapped around his cock.
“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Gideon?”
“Stunning,” Gideon says thickly.
Nox lifts his ass, shucking down his pants. He moves his hand slowly, taking mine with it, and then releases me.
I’m trembling, continuing the motion as though under a spell. My eyes lower to his cock: thick, hard, and long. Pre-cum leaks from the head, and the scent makes my mouth water. He wants me, wants this… he wants me to taste.
My mouth lowers, my lips enclose the sticky head, and I sigh.
“Such a good doe,” he rumbles, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Look at what you are doing to me while Gideon watches. I’m not going to last long. Not with you on your knees, your sweet lips wrapped around me, sucking me off.”
I suck him deeper, remembering when I did this to Wolf, how he wanted me to do that, how he came when I did.
Drawing air through my nose, I try to take as much of him as possible.
I gag.
His chuckle is low and husky.
I try to pull off, but he tightens his grip on my hair and holds me there, pushing me deeper still until his cock head lodges in my throat, and I can’t get any air.
Panic sets in. Arousal too. It’s like he has broken something inside me. Saliva and pre-cum leak around my lips and down my chin. My eyes are watering; dots are sparking behind them. It’s messy.
Why do I feel like I might spontaneously climax?
Why do I feel like I am soaring… like I am free?
He tugs me off.
I make a terrible, hoarse sound as air rushes into my lungs, blinking the tears away.
He brushes his thumb over my bruised lower lip. He shakes his head slowly, his smile wicked, and grasping the back of my head, shoves three fingers deep into my mouth.
I gag.
“Breathe through your nose, little doe.”
It doesn’t help. Is it supposed to?
“Open,” he growls.
Open?
He takes over completely, directing my mouth up and down his length.
My pussy spasms.
I stop fighting and let him do as he wills, use my tongue, slurping up his pre-cum and snatching gaps of air between his relentless pursuit of pleasure.
“I’m going to come.”
His low, raspy voice and the urgency in his words shoot another spark of arousal through my core.
“Swallow.”
A flood fills my mouth. My throat works. He holds me still, groaning, pumping more and more until he finally releases me. My lips pop off, and I rest my cheek against his thigh, utterly boneless.
His grin is lazy.
And how I like that I did that.
He cups my cheek. “You’ll do better next time, won’t you, hmm?”
I nod helplessly—I desperately want to come.
Hands on my waist, he plucks from the ground, rises, and reverses our positions. I am now on the couch where he was. He is kneeling between my spread legs. He yanks my dress down, exposing both my breasts, and flips up the skirt of my dress, pushing my knees wide.
“Fingers on your pussy. Get yourself off.”
My eyes shoot to Gideon, still standing where he was left, face flushed, and eyes pitch black.
I don’t hesitate. My fingers tremble as they meet the wet, sticky mess I have been between my thighs.
Nox watches, expression intent as I rub frantically at my clit, not even caring that I am being too rough; I just need to come. Goddess, his face, how enrapt he is. Gideon stands close, watching me with a hungry look.
My eyes roll back, and I come like an explosion, sobbing with joy and relief.
His growl is sudden and accompanied by thrusting my hand aside and burying his face against my pussy, his lips and tongue moving over me like he is starving for the taste.
“Umnnh!”
My fingers find his hair and grip. Fire bathes my body as another climax sideswipes me.
I’m still coming when he wrests his magic mouth from me and flips me face down.
A squeal is torn from my lips as he slams deep, and another climax sets me convulsing over his beautiful, hard cock.
His chuckle is deep and satisfied as he pins me against the couch, impaled on his length. “I knew you would be magnificent. Look at what you made me do. Such a bad girl. Forcing me to fuck this tight, deserving hole.” He begins to thrust, one hand pinning my lower back, the other spanking my right ass cheek in time with his thrusts. “Likely, you will need constant fucking, just to settle you down. One mate after another, rutting you. Fucking you deep and seeding your cunt. Is that what you want, little doe? Hot cocks pounding this sweet pussy, day and night? I’m surprised to find you so tight after taking Gideon.”
His words are my doom. I can no more abstain from the next climax than I can abstain from my next breath.
Pleasure explodes through every molecule of my body. It sweeps over the surface of my skin, tying a golden thread between my nipples and my clit, and deeper still as my pussy convulses, and I shudder and shake. It sets me adrift, and I float in a hazy, blissful, dream-like state as he pumps me full of his seed.
My breath moves in and out.
My heart pounds, strong and steady.
Hands caress me, igniting sparks in their wake.
I’m jostled and lifted, my cheek pressed against a warm male chest, and strong arms surround me.
“Such a good girl,” he praises.
His fingers continue to play gently at the back of my neck. I feel his lips against my forehead, but I’m too boneless to move.
“My sweet, precious little doe, know I already love you well.”
Gideon
Nox is a bastard.
I already knew he was, but he’s taken it above and beyond today. I’m at the bottom, the beta courtier, when all the others are mates and alphas. Less than Eiden, the herd omega whom everybody loves.
Fawn is on Nox’s lap, having just been fucked into a daze.
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, almost daring me to speak.
Having been left high and dry by a bevy of beauties along the way, it’s fair to say I have a lot of self-restraint. I didn’t come in my pants, but it was the closest I have ever been.
Nox grins. He gets off on making grown men squirm, so I don’t give him a thing.
“Have a seat,” he says casually, indicating the couch opposite.
Bastard. He knows if I move an inch, I will probably blow.
With my jaw locked so tight that I’m in danger of cracking a tooth, I go and take a seat. My dick digs painfully into my pants. I grimace. But she is now looking at me with her pretty brown eyes.
My breath hitches.
How did such a tiny doe take me?
No, don’t think about that. I’ve come this far without embarrassing myself. I mentally work through troop maneuvers in my head, my go-to in times of stress.
“Do you want to suck off your courtier, little doe?”
My dick flexes painfully. I crush the root with my fingers until the pain takes off the edge.
“He’s not my courtier.” She sounds deeply affronted by the mere suggestion.
“I’m not, my lady?” My words are raw and steeped with pain that I cannot even blame on the condition of my dick. I’m not even a courtier, just an attendant. A spare dick for when she is in the mood.
My heart is crushed. My hard-on deflates so fast that I feel a little queasy.
It matters not what I am. I understood I was lowly. It was presumptuous of me to believe I might make the lofty rank of a courtier to the doe who will one day be queen.
I’ve been a fool.
“No, of course not,” she continues, driving the blade deeper into my chest. “Gideon will be my mate.” She glares at me while my jaw drops. “Even though he told you about my book, which was not polite and a further indication that he was falsely advertising himself as sweet and gallant. He might even deserve to suffer for making me fall for him when he is clearly neither of those things. Just because his” —She waves in my general direction— “male appendage makes my toes curl does not mitigate his wrongdoing.”
“His dick,” Nox drawls. “One should never refer to Gideon’s pant python as a mere appendage.”
I snap my mouth shut.
She adjusts her dress, taking the swell of her plump tit from my view, and lifts her cute button nose in the air.
I’m reeling. My dick is very confused.
She wants me as her mate. She said she fell for me… until I falsely advertised myself as polite. “I can, ah, be polite, my lady.”
“Not about the book, you can’t,” Nox says. “It’s the first rule of the mate code. Any information pertaining to the shared doe, especially something like a filthy book, should absolutely be notified to all other mates.”
“Mate code?” she splutters.
Nox grins down at Fawn. “Tell him you love him.”
“Fine. I love him.”
“No, tell him you love him.”
She turns to face me and looks me in the eyes. “I love you, Gideon. Despite this ridiculous mate code and the false advertising. I do love you.”
“I-I love you too,” I stammer.
Nox rises and drops her into my arms.