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Wolf’s growl cuts Seven off before his head swings back to me. “How I lasted this long without feeling you around me is nothing short of a miracle. I fucking hate these pants you wear,” he continues, going for my buckle and yanking it open before ripping my pants down my legs, heedless that Seven is right there and can see everything, including the mess I have made on my panties. “You will be wearing dresses from now on.”

He grunts finding my pants and panties snagged at my ankles, shifts his grip, and finally tears them off.

“Dresses that provide a male with easy access to his mate.” He lowers his lips to mine for a hot, lusty kiss. “Access to her pussy so he might rut her whenever and wherever he suffers the need… Which will be often when his mate has the sweetest pussy.” He pushes two fingers inside me roughly, and I arch up. He kisses me again, thrusting slow and purposeful before he spreads my wetness over my clit.

My body is on fire for him. How I love his touch. The forest sounds wrap around me; the evening breeze brings the scent of the pine. His fingers are busy making me hot and achy, his kisses moving to my throat, then lowering to the open collar of my shirt where he nips and sucks against the upper swell of my breasts.

Knowing Seven is right there, mere paces away, makes everything impossibly hotter.

“Are you going to come for me, Fawn? Are you going to be my good girl?”

I moan, the pleasure rising as the nerves where he gently circles my clit zing from his skilled caresses. My fingers tangle in his soft hair, drawing him closer, my back arching.

“Or are you a bad girl?” His voice lowers to a purr—I shiver—he nips at my throat. “A bad girl who needs her pussy spanked before I fill her roughly with my cock.”

My hips jerk against his fingers, wanting more, wanting him to do everything he just said. I come. It rolls through me like a hot, pleasure-filled tide.

He chuckles and nips against my throat. “Such a naughty doe, getting off on the thought of being fucked by a wolf.”

He tumbles me onto my hands and knees and slams his cock into me.

I squeal, my eyes pop open, and I am staring straight at Seven—who is staring back at me, his golden skin flushed and his gaze intense.

Does he like this? Watching a rough wolf shifter take me.

Wolf pounds into me with all his savagery, and I bask in it, coming apart, squealing as another climax takes me sharp and fast, and all the while, Seven’s dark gaze is locked on me.

It is too much.

The pounding cock, the stretch of his burgeoning knot, Seven’s heated gaze. I come again. It consumes my very soul, and this time, when I start convulsing, I cannot seem to stop.

Wolf growls, low and vicious. His knot feels impossibly bigger than it has done before as he slams inside me and stills.

My eyes roll back, and my mouth opens on a silent scream as he fills me all up…

I think I have passed out… either that, or I am dead and floating in the hazy afterlife. I can’t feel anything for a stretched moment before all the sensations come rushing back. There is a thick, hot rod filling me, and I groan as my pussy squeezes weakly around it.

“Bad girl,” Wolf admonishes. “Making me take you roughly, making me knot you.”

He rocks against me, his knot pulling me open, producing a heady combination of pleasure as he fights the lock of my sore pussy.

I come, groaning and humping back in a confused state that seeks more. I didn’t think I had any more in me, but whatever he does with his knot tips me over the edge.

He pulls out, and a gush of cum spews out, saturating my thighs and the forest beneath me.

A blanket is nearby, which he reaches for and wraps around me before drawing me into his arms. I am shivering, but notfrom the cold. No, it is the intensity of the experience. The top of my thighs are all sticky with cum, and I fidget a little.

“Do not mind it, lass. Shifters come a lot, and alphas more still. We have a great appetite for rutting, and I already need you again. Try to be still for me and sleep, and I will do my best to abstain.”

My pussy clenches, and a mini spasm shoots through me. Experience tells me he is not joking about this. If I’m not perfectly still, he will rut me again. He might rut me again even if Iamstill.

My doe is wiggling her tail like she is enticing him to go again. Thinking about what he said a few days ago, about his beast taking me, taking her… She is such a hussy.

We are very much aligned.

His eyes meet mine in the fading light, and his face softens as he traces a finger down my cheek. “What is troubling you? Is it because I spoke of my beast taking you the other day?”

I bite my lip, but when I turn away, he catches my chin.