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“They are getting acquainted,” Seven says diplomatically.

My wolf growls before springing from my flesh.

So much for working through my acceptance…

The bedroom passes in a blur. The bathing room does not, in fact, house a regal tub but a fucking massive pool… where Fawn is spread open over the side with the sneaky stag bastard’s head between her parted thighs.

I leap without thought. Shifting to my beast form, I thrust him away and snatch her to my chest in a single fluid move. A mighty splash follows. I am fucking soaking—we are all fucking soaking, but Fawn is in my arms again and I have her pinned against the wall where I growl, my hackles up.

“Wolf!” Fawn pets me frantically, pressing kisses to my snout.

It doesn’t help when my only intellect functioning is the one in my dick.

I transition to human and spear her hot, tight cunt in a single thrust.

Her cry is all pleasure,mypleasure, and I pound her roughly against the wall, uncaring whether the stags are watching or have fucked off.

I knot her after no more than a dozen strokes. She squeals again, her pussy fisting over me as she comes.

She continues to pepper me with kisses, her hands feverish over my shoulders and throat. “Wolf, I love you.”

Her words soothe me—she has not said them before, although I have felt their sentiments from our very first kiss. They bring me down from the dark place and make me aware of her wet slippery body, of her shaking, of her hot pussy fluttering over my dick, and the sparks of pleasure that seek to distract me again.

“I’m sorry,” I say, suffering instant remorse for my rash, and potentially dangerous move. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. No, you did not hurt me,” she says, then giggles, tightening her legs around my waist. “Although you scared me at first.” Her eyes are on mine, sensitive, searching for what I donot know. “I should not have done that with Eiden. I should have spoken to you first.”

I growl, not wanting the reminder of his head between her legs. Instead, I kiss her, trying to pour all I feel into it until we are both breathless and I’m in danger of getting distracted by the hot, clenching cunt.

I break the kiss. We share gusty breaths, foreheads pressed together. My cock wants nothing but to stay buried inside her, but she is wet, and her skin is chilled, so I carefully ease out.

When I turn, I find the room empty except for Seven, who stands in the doorway. With his eyes averted, he holds out a giant, fluffy towel.

I stride over with her in my arms and wrap it around her.

“You should spend some time alone, reacquainting yourself—confirming your bond,” he says, still not looking at us, reminding me of his earlier words, how he wants her too. “Tomorrow, if I might suggest, Fawn will be given the opportunity to shift. There is a private garden accessible from this suite. It would make a perfect choice.”

He turns and leaves. I hear the outer bedroom door shut—we are alone.

These are his quarters, and he is giving them to us. He is an arrogant bastard, but he is not all bad.

I sit her on the side of the bed and dry her carefully. She is quiet and a little subdued. I push the covers back and slide her in. Then I lay down facing her, tipping her chin so I can see her face.

“I love you with all my heart, Fawn. This conjuncture we find ourselves at is complicated. I forgive you for what happened with Eiden if you need those words. But also know that you did not need to apologize to me for this or anything. I am older, not necessarily wiser, and certainly not perfect. That I took so long to see what treasure I had living in my pack is a testament tothat. You are not perfect either, but you are also young and going through so much in a very short period of time. You will make mistakes; we both will. It is important not to linger upon them but learn from them and move on.”

“You are not cross about what I did with Eiden?” She sounds doubtful.

“My actions would make a mockery of any denial.” I smile to take away the sting. “In plain speak, I was jealous, and I’m not proud of that. But as I said to our lordly host, Seven, I’m working through my feelings, and I’m not cross with you, ever. There will be times when my wolf will get the better of my control and times when I cannot even blame him for my fuck-ups. This is new for all of us, and with love, we shall learn together.”

“Thank you,” she says. “For everything, for loving me, for coming here with me. I cannot wait to shift tomorrow. But even so, and even without all of this, being with you and calling you my mate is a dream come true for me... In case it was not obvious, I have been in love with you for so very long and dreamed about you every night.”

I was such a fool.

But I cannot fix my past actions, and I see the glisten of unshed tears in her eyes. Better if she does not linger on mistakes, perceived or otherwise. “Dream?” I narrow my eyes in mock severity. “And what did you dream about? Something filthy that would shock my pure heart, no doubt.”

“Huff, pure heart?” She blushes. “There was, ah, something I have been wanting to try.”

“Well, as your mate, I consider it my duty to indulge your every wish.”