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“Are you claiming me?” I ask.

Wolf

“Are you claiming me?” she asks.

Like there is any fucking doubt.

Why did I take so long? Why did I fool myself into thinking we could never be?

Why is she not already good and bred and plump with my child?

There are reasons aplenty why this is wrong, our age gap being the most prominent in my mind.

That she was human, likewise, held me back.

She is not human, though, is she? No, she is a doe shifter, and although that ought to add a different layer of caution, it does not.

I want her. I have done so for some time, but I forced myself not to notice her, to ignore the pull, to resist because I deluded myself it was for the best.

As Flint has already pointed out, I should have read the damn tea leaves where Fawn was concerned. Putting wolves on guard, telling myself it was my diligence for a vulnerable member of our community when, in truth, I was already staking and protecting a claim.

“Yes,” I say bluntly. My cock is hardened to the point of pain, leaking pre-cum, bobbing with interest, and desperate to sink into her tight sheath. I am staring at her human ass and the slick treasure I can see between her enticingly spread thighs as she presents for me. But I am also thinking about her cute doe tail wagging at me, and I wonder if I could… My wolf definitely wants to. He is prowling back and forth within the confines of my mind, desperate for a taste of our sweet doe, to mount and claim her in all our forms.

Pleasure shoots like flames. I growl, fist my cock, my balls tighten, and I shoot hot spurts of cum all over her ass, then watch it drip onto the forest floor.

“Oops,” she says.

I chuckle. Fucking oops. The lass slays me with her damn nonsense.

Then my smile drops. She swallows, and her eyes go very wide when my cock only continues to flex. It should have relieved the pressure building inside me—it has not. I shake my head, rousing myself from the dark fantasy into which I crave to sink. My hands tremble as I cup her ass, spreading my cum all over her soft flesh, over her back, around to cup her tits, and back down over her belly until I plunge two fingers into her cunt.

She groans and arches up.

“It is going to be a tight fit when I get my cock in here. But a filthy doe shifter, all wet and slick as I finger her needy cunt, willadapt well. I dare say there might be some discomfort at first, but you will bear it for me, won’t you, Fawn? And then we shall build up to you taking my knot.”

I know nothing about deer shifters nor what her body can or cannot take. Certainly, I do not believe that stags come with a knot.

An involuntary growl escapes me as I think about that presumptuous bastard. I pin her tightly to me. As I finger her pussy, a surge of jealousy rips through me, thinking about that golden bastard anywhere near what is mine.

Fawn

“I think I could take your knot… If you wanted to, that is?” What nonsense am I saying? I have just seen his cock and watched him come all over me before I did the sensible thing and snatched my eyes away. He is not human, nor one of my kind. He is a wolf, and they have a knot—even without, his cock will assuredly be a challenge.

Only he is touching me, working his fingers deeply, making sweet nerves flutter. I can feel myself swelling inside and out, blood pulsing in my most intimate places, becoming ready for him, all of him.

He pinches my nipple. “Naughty lass,” he rumbles. “I have my fingers all up inside you, and I feel for myself how tight you are.”

Goddess, his words are crude yet hold me under a sensual spell. He continues to pet my nipple, rolling and tugging lightly upon it while fingering my pussy. I don’t believe I came down after this morning, and I spiral…

He releases my nipple and removes his fingers from my pussy.

I whine with displeasure as I continue throbbing like he is still touching me.

He makes a deep, rumbly purr. I glance back and find him licking his fingers clean. My pussy clenches. “Why are you stopping?”

He lowers his fingers, and his intent gaze lands upon me.

I liked it very much when his hands were upon me, and I would like them there again.