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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. Ihave 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—foundhimworthy.

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.