Page 68

Surprised by my boldness, I surreptitiously press a kiss to his throat.

“There’s no reason why you shouldn’t shift and visit as often as you choose,” Seven says, voice low and rumbly where we are pressed together.

He is distracting me from what happened with Marigold, reminding me of the good people and benefits besides being here. Shifting when I choose is something I have longed for. Whether he realizes it or not, his actions and words help me put the matter into perspective.

A sudden wash of heat rushes through me. I’m only wearing a silk robe with a nightgown underneath that is all bunched up. My pussy is naked. I can feel his clothing touching me very gentlythere.

The moment awareness of my compromised state of dress blooms, I rock my hips just a little.

My breath hitches when his clothing brushes against my sensitive clit. Distantly, I realize what I’m doing is not appropriate, but my hips seem to have a mind of their own. I bury my nose against his throat again, and this time, my teeth nip.

He exhales. His hands tighten, pinning me against him with one hand at my lower back, grinding me down.

“Does that feel good, little doe?” he asks.

Wolf curses softly on the other side of the room.

I try to jerk away.

Seven holds me fast, and I bite lightly against his throat like I’m holding him still even as he holds me.

“That’s my precious little one,” he says. Sliding one hand underneath the opening of my robe, he traces a path to the apex of my thighs. His knuckles brush lightly over the top of my pussy while his other hand, now palming my ass, keeps me still.

His thumb shifts just a little lower and right over my swollen clit.

It dips lower still, gathering the slick leaking from my pussy and spreading it all around the little swollen nub.

Gentle circles.

My breathing hitches again.

“Good girl,” he says. “Let me do this for you. Let me pleasure you in this small way.”

It is not a small way. I have dreamed of his hands upon me since he first arrived at my cottage. My hips jerk, but he holds me and continues his gentle petting.

I taste blood—his blood.

“Such a good girl,” he croons softly.

The rough pad of his thumb slides back and forth, coaxing me to higher tension. Heat and tension bathe my body.

It’s too much.

Not enough.

And then the sweet waves wash over me. I jerk and twitch in his arms, moaning against his bloody throat.

I heave a breath. All the tension cuts me loose.

He stills his thumb and slowly withdraws, and sliding both arms around me, gathers me close.

I soften against him.

“My beautiful Fawn,” he says, his lips against my hair. “Thank you so much for letting me please you.”

I feel boneless… and that I should be the one thanking him.

“She is still tired from such a long shift,” Wolf says gruffly.