Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Seven
G ideon has rutted her first. I can’t believe what he has done—in his stag form. I saw enough as I approached to know that Fawn encouraged his mischief.
Although he is considered lower ranking because he does not have a battle stag, he is nonetheless wily to have claimed first breeding rights. I admire him for taking advantage while the rest of us were distracted.
Eiden is going to be pissed once he realizes he has been duped by his own foolishness.
He forgot the one golden rule. We can clash antlers, battle, and posture all day, but who gets to plow the soft, welcoming doe we love is her choice alone.
Done, Gideon drops down and turns to me, lowering his antlers in a mock challenge.
I arch one beastly brow.
Thinking better of it, he spins and darts away.
Jude, in wolf form, makes a low chuff that sounds much like a laugh. He sinks down beside me and settles as if waiting to watch the showdown.
Not that there will be a showdown on my part unless Eiden decides to make an appearance or gets unruly, which is possible.
We have plenty of time before us. Her season can last many days, maybe even a week—enough time for everyone to have their fill.
I definitely want to claim her in stag form, but for now, my battle stag will not relinquish his hold upon me.
Wolf doesn’t interfere as I prowl toward her, lust and need bearing down upon me.
Her tail wags as she spots me. She trots over and nudges my thigh with her snout.
I crouch, my heart thudding with all my love for this sweet woman and doe, the lust banked for now. She nuzzles against me. I stroke the glossy coat of her flanks and give her a little pat. Her body wiggles with excitement and joy, showing me that her doe is as thrilled to meet me as I am her.
I stroke her silky head and pet her ears. “Change to human, my little doe. My stag wishes to claim you while I am like this.”
She nuzzles me again—the air shimmies. And there is my beautiful goddess. My queen in waiting.
My Fawn.
Only not quite.
A smile spreads across my lips.
Jude yips.
“What?” she demands, looking all demure and pretty and oblivious to the undercurrents ripping through me.
My hands are enormous, clawed, and obscene as I cup her chin. I can smell Gideon’s seed on her, but underneath it is her unique scent.
“Hmm,” I rumble. “What do we have here?” I brush my fingertips over one silken doe ear peeking out between the locks of her hair.
She shivers. Her hand reaches up tentatively. She starts as she touches it. “Oh! What has happened?”
I snag her waist when she looks like she might dart away. “Some does, if their mates are very lucky, retain some of their features while human when in season. You, my sweet Fawn, are one such doe.”
Wide-eyed, she gazes up at me, utterly adorable in her confusion. I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.
“It is not only the ears,” I say.
She gulps, shakes her head, and suddenly jumps, twisting to peer over her shoulder. “Oh no! Oh, I have a tail!”
I don’t mean to chuckle, but her reaction, in true Fawn style, is over the top.
“I cannot have a tail! Oh, why did the book not warn me about this?!”
“What book?” I ask, frowning.
“Mounted and Bred by the Stag Patrol,” Nox drawls from the tree line. “She got it from Persa and has been reading it for days.”
At his side, Eiden stands, nostrils flared, eyes locked on her ass, and the cute little doe tail that I suspect is wagging. Both males are bruised and a little bloody from their tussling.
I sense the moment Eiden is about to launch himself at us and thrust Fawn behind my back. Nox doesn’t react fast enough. He could be forgiven for being distracted, as we all are by Fawn’s tail and ears.
Jude does.
In a single bounding leap, he shifts to his werebeast form and slams Eiden into the ground.
Good. Let’s see how that works for our unruly male omega.
Now it is my turn.
My turn to ravish my queen.
Fawn
I’ve got ears and a tail. I don’t know what to make of that. I’m still in shock. At least I don’t have a snout. I like Seven’s snout—I find it very proud. But I would feel very odd if I had one for myself.
No, my ears and tail—that won’t stop wagging—is plenty enough.
The air leaves me in a sudden rush as I’m shoved behind Seven’s back. I peer around his side just in time to see Wolf take a mighty leap—transitioning to werebeast—before he slams Eiden to the ground.
They wrestle.
Tension coils low in my belly as Wolf uses his weight and power to pin Eiden, still in his battle stag form, to the ground, face down.
Nox stands a few paces away. He folds his arms across his chest. “Bitten off more than you could chew there, didn’t you, Whelp,” he rumbles.
Eiden grunts and strains on the floor.
Wolf holds him.
The air shimmers, and Eiden’s battle stag form is replaced by a man.
Wolf issues a low, rumbling growl. He licks up the side of Eiden’s face. Then he snorts, sinks his snout into Eiden’s hair, and rumbles another growl.
“Fuck!” Eiden groans. He tries to buck Wolf off, but it is a half-hearted attempt in my eyes, and either way, he doesn’t stand a chance.
My pussy performs a slow, languid clench.
Wolf is going to fuck him; I know he is. And Eiden is going to love every moment of it.
“Uff!” Seven snags my arm, yanking me to his front. He fists my hair in a surprising act of aggression that finds a direct line to my core before thrusting me roughly to my knees facing away from him.
Eiden twists on the ground to peer across at me, his chest heaving.
Wolf nuzzles the side of his face and puffs out another breath.
I’ve never been so aroused in my life. The sharp bite where Seven grips my hair. The position of being on my knees. The awareness of him behind me in his battle stag form, Nox watching on one side, and Gideon watching on the other. In the middle of the grassy bank between the lake and the trees, a giant werebeast pins Eiden to the ground.
Seven kneels down behind me, his snout lowering to my throat, where he nuzzles against the skin. He brushes up over my ear—and nips.
I shiver, and my tail wags furiously.
“What a cute little tail,” Seven rumbles in my ear. “What cute little doe, all wet and needy, ready to be mounted and bred . Are you going to take me, little Fawn? Are you going to take my battle stag?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Please, yes.”
“Good girl,” he says. “Now, keep watching. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”
He pushes me forward. I drop my palms to the ground, his massive bulk crowding over me.
A big, gnarled hand skims down my back and lightly brushes over my tail.
I whimper. I am very sensitive there. My pussy clenches, and slick arousal begins to trickle out and down my inner thighs.
“Something tells me they are going to put on quite a show,” Seven says, a note of approval in his voice as his big hands cup my hips, lifting me a little as he slides hard cock between my thighs. He rocks his hips, rubbing his length along my intimate folds.
I gasp as he catches my clit. He continues his slow rocking, catching it every time and setting my body humming with desire, and all the while, I stare at Wolf and how he makes controlling Eiden look easy.
Eiden grunts and strains anew as Wolf pushes first one leg and then the other between his thighs.
“Pretending you don’t want this?” Wolf purrs.
Nox chuckles.
“Gods, just fuck me already,” Eiden snarls. “Lest I embarrass myself and come all over the forest floor.”
In a sudden savage move, Wolf drags Eiden’s ass up with him. When he thrusts forward, Eiden lifts his head and cries out his pleasure.
And in the same instant, Seven penetrates me, my cry blending with Eiden’s.
Seven is huge in this form—too big. I don’t know how I take him. Yet, I would be devastated if he dared to stop.
I turn absolutely wild. My nails sink into the ground, tearing into the short grass. And as I watch Wolf rut Eiden, Seven ruts me.
Eiden
I am a dichotomy, one brought about by the brutal events of my younger years. Events that I have never entirely laid to rest. I have long craved rough fucking and domination as a means of escape.
There is beauty in surrender. In giving yourself over to a worthy mate. In feeling them penetrate you and remake you. The feel of Jude above me, his power, his thick cock filling me, making me twitch and groan in helpless pleasure, is a balm to my battered wounds and inner conflicts.
It takes away the guilt and self-recrimination that I am not good enough, that I am worthless and useless.
Here, I exist for the pleasure of a worthy male.
Here, I do not need to think.
Here, I get to see my Fawn likewise surrender to Seven.
I am freed to be me.
Distracted by Jude’s claiming of me, and by Seven’s rutting of Fawn in my direct line of sight, I don’t realize what Nox is doing until he shoves Gideon to his knees before me.
Jude stills, his thick cock inside me, leaving me throbbing with need.
I snarl. I want to end Gideon for taking first breeding rights. They were mine.
“Eiden.” There is a warning in Nox’s voice.
I’m being unruly, as he would call it, and unreasonable on every front. It is a doe’s right to allow any worthy male to rut her, and she assuredly encouraged Gideon—found him worthy.
Behind me, Jude rumbles a warning, his thick cock filling me with that delectable stretch and making it hard to be objective about anything. Certainly, I am not being objective about my feelings regarding Gideon, who has his own demons and sense of inadequacy when so many rejected him… and his cock.
And really, it is right there in front of me, fat, juicy looking, flexing and leaking pre-cum. How could anyone reject that?
The clincher: he has already had it inside Fawn, and though he has shifted since, the mere thought of tasting her, even in some vague imaginary way, tips me over the edge.
I lean forward and suck it to the back of my throat.
He groans, his hips jerk forward just as Jude penetrates me with a particularly savage thrust.
My cock spits a heady gob of pre-cum over the forest floor.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nox drop to his knees before Fawn. He pulls her head back roughly and begins to jack his cock directing the tip at her parted lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Gideon mutters, his cock seeming to swell in my mouth.
I just want to get him off. I also want to punish him for taking my Fawn first. These warring needs become a source of great conflict inside me as I try to call on Nox’s edging techniques to limited effect.
My world narrows to the happenings on the shore of the lake. The prick of Jude’s lethal claws as he holds me still and rails me, his savage penetration, the fate of Gideon, the anticipated fate of Fawn after Nox and Seven are done with her.
Jude’s claws prick deeper into my hips, and he roars. The sudden, deep, compelling fullness makes me jerk and twitch in uncontrollable pleasure.
Gods, he has knotted me!
Sweet nerves spark deep in my ass. I am a spinning ball of pleasure as a hot flood fills my ass and another fills my throat.
Right beside me, Nox and Seven fill my little doe, my love, all up.
Fawn
I don’t remember moving to the marquee, yet here we are in a beautiful, brightly colored tent full of nesting materials that I have put to my liking. The wide doorway lays open, and a warm breeze filters in. The lake is not far away, where we occasionally dip to cool off and clean before we come together again.
An awareness looms just out of reach, something otherwordly in nature, ancient and true.
The illusive mating bond.
I am on my side, squished between Wolf and Nox, and they are teasing me. First, one slides his cock in slow and steady for a few strokes, then he slides out, and the other does the same. I have just cleaned off in the river with Eiden’s help, and now they intend to make me all dirty again.
Wolf nuzzles the side of my throat, sucking lightly over his claiming mark, making it ache. His hand cups my breast, teasing my nipple in time with their thrusts.
I want to come again, but they are not quite giving me enough.
“I’m going to knot her,” Wolf purrs behind me. “Do you want to come in her first?”
I moan and nip against Nox’s throat. “Come in me, Nox. Please.”
His chuckle is low and husky. “Did you not get enough already, little doe?”
I whine and bite harder just in case he is confused. As Wolf slides his cock out, Nox fills me up. Holding my leg high, he fucks into me hard and fast. His fingers spear my hair, and he kisses me. Deep inside, I feel the hot flood as he fills me.
I am so damn close.
No sooner does he pull out than Wolf fills me from behind. Nox continues kissing me, drugging me with lust. And all the while, Wolf is fucking me from behind, his knot swelling with each thrust.
I can feel my climax coming for me, like a flower bud unfurling one petal at a time, and when he finally sinks deeply one last time, I follow him over into bliss.
My heart thumps loudly in my ears. My breathing is a shallow pant.
Something is coming for me, like a great golden ball growing, seeming to swallow me up… It shatters, and awareness blooms.
“Oh,” I breathe and promptly burst into tears as a rush of love for me—my mate’s love—washes over me. “I can feel you. I can feel you all inside me.”
I cannot see through the tears, only feel them all crowding in close to me, touching, kissing, loving me so perfectly I sob all over again.
“Hush, love,” Wolf says. “We have got you.”
“We have all got you,” Seven agrees. “For now and forever, into eternity and beyond, we are yours, and you are ours.”