Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Fawn
I fall asleep, the trauma set aside by the comforting scent of my mates surrounding me in my nest.
Here I am safe. Here, there are no strange men with crab claws. No trolls. No other ungodly creatures.
It hardly seems possible that such a terrible place exists inside this beautiful stag city. Back in my home and nest, the events hold an unreal quality like a dream.
My eyes flutter open. A warm body blankets me from behind, while under my cheek is another warm male chest. My nose slides upward, following the enticing scent until I reach thick, luxurious fur. I lift my head slightly and find Eiden still in his battle stag form, watching me out of the corner of his eye.
My smile blooms.
I feel strangely shy.
Maybe I should be scared or even wary. Yet all I feel is love when I look upon his compelling stag’s face.
I do not linger upon his face. Instead, I watch my hand stroke down over his chest and the firm ridges of his belly, beyond which his thick cock jerks and leaks stickiness.
His hand captures my wrist before I reach it.
A low, husky chuckle reminds me that Eiden and I are not alone.
I glance over my shoulder to find Nox propped up on his elbow with his fist planted against the side of his head. “She’s only curious,” he says. “Let her play.”
“I can’t release from this form,” Eiden says, still holding my wrist.
“You need to rut her like this,” Nox says. “It did not escape my notice that you had done a little bonding while prisoners. It will never cease to impress me how you find capacity for rutting her whether appropriate or not, and in all your forms.”
“The fuck he’s going to rut her in this form,” Wolf growls… he is behind Eiden. “Again?!”
“So you’re telling me you won’t mate her in your werebeast form?” Seven says in that imperious voice I know so well, the sound coming from somewhere beyond Nox.
“Of course he will,” Nox purrs, a definite note of a challenge in his voice. “Besides, I cannot see what you are worried about, given Gideon has already mounted her with his third leg.”
“I did not mount her,” Gideon says, indignant now. I only realize he is lying near my feet when he rolls to his knees.
“No, that’s right,” Nox says, sarcasm dripping from every word. “You fell on her, and your cock just slipped in.”
“Gods,” Wolf says gruffly.
I’m not paying attention to their conversation, for Eiden is directing my hand down until my fingers can curl around his hot flesh. He releases me, leaving the decision of what to do next up to me. I take a single stroke, aware that the conversation has stopped.
Aware of the many interested male gazes upon me as I stroke Eiden’s cock. Thick, long, and beautiful, it is assuredly not cute in this form—my mouth waters. I wonder if I could…
I shift, tightening my fingers around it. Eiden hisses as I lean in to lap the sticky tip.
“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” Gideon says weakly.
“Shut the fuck up,” Nox growls. “The rest of us are.”
I find myself smiling. But it drops as Eiden’s fingers sink into my hair, adding a little bite. “Suck my cock, Fawn.”
I try to.
I don’t get very far.
Nox glides his rough palms over my hip, up and down, before skimming his knuckles over my ass and down between my thighs from behind. When he reaches my pussy, he opens his fingers and brushes oh-so-lightly over my core. I open my legs obligingly, trying to get more.
“Fucking abysmal,” Nox rumbles, and I know he is talking about me. He pushes a single finger in with agonizing slowness.
I moan around Eiden’s cock head, squeezing the flesh as I stroke from root to tip, encouraging more stickiness to leak.
Nox’s teasing is driving me crazy. He knows what he is doing, what a naughty little fawn I am, how I’m thinking about Eiden taking me like this, in his battle stag form, again.
My lips pop off. I continue stroking Eiden slowly as I stare up at him.
Nox’s fingers withdraw, leaving a sticky trail in their wake. I’m aware of my audience watching me and how wanton it makes me feel.
Empowering, too.
They want me. All of them and it makes me bold beyond my usual ways. I rise, moving to straddle Eiden’s lap.
He huffs out a breath, and his hands go into my hips. Taking his cock in my hand, I try to lift and put it where I need it.
“Oh!” I grumble in my frustration. He is so big, and I’m tiny by comparison.
“Fuck! I’m going to co—” Somebody cuffs Gideon up the side of the head.
I plant one hand on Eiden’s chest for support when he suddenly grasps and lifts my hips. But it allows me to put his cock where it needs to be.
I groan as I sink down the small way and immediately lift up—there is a lot of him… too much.
“Ride him,” Nox purrs. “You know you want to, little doe.”
I try, lifting and falling, getting a little deeper each time, my eyes locked with Eiden’s.
He suddenly tumbles me onto my back, filling me in a single thrust.
The stretch is delectable.
Eiden stares down at me, and I reach up to cup his face, sliding my fingers down to bury them in the thick fur at his neck. “Please, Eiden. I want it hard and fast. I want to come quickly.”
He slides a hand under my ass and, burying his snout at the side of my neck, obliges my every wish.
Our coupling is every bit as hard and fast as I desired. It sweeps me up and carries me to a place where only sensations exist, where there is no yesterday nor tomorrow, only pleasure and now.