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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.

Chapter Forty-Three

Nox

Eventually, we rise and leave the nest. Fawn and Eiden bathe together—at least he is human again—and the rest of us clean up and gather in the day room. We remain standing, restless, while servants bustle in and out, bringing breakfast, which they set up on the table on the balcony.

Gideon is looking a little shifty. He is grappling with his most recent rise to mate of a future queen. I’m confident he will hold his own. Also, he slipped seamlessly into the mate code, so there is that. He has already selected a room down from Fawn’s nest and next door to the one Jude picked.

“Eiden is going to be possessive,” Seven muses.

“Well, the whelp is going to need to learn to share,” Jude says, pacing. “She is fucking close.”

Close, as in her season is imminent.

I am fucking salivating just thinking about it.

“I will handle him if he gets unruly,” I say.

“Um, have you seen his battle stag?” Gideon asks.

Jude rolls his eyes. “Unruly. I fucking hate that term. Two omegas? How the fuck did this become my life?”

“Are you telling me you wish to change this?” Seven asks, all Master Stag in a barely veiled challenge.