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With his teeth embedded over the claiming mark, he stills and grunts, knotting me as a hot flood bathes the entrance to my womb.

There we stay, breathing gusty breaths as our pleasure lingers, and he continues to seed me in hot spurts while we remain locked together.

He lifts his head slowly and brushes my hair from my hot cheek. His lips tug up. “I like this look on you. Pink-cheeked, pretty, and well fucked.”

My blush deepens.

His answer is a lazy grin and a chaste kiss against my lips. He rocks his hips against mine, making more pleasure bloom where his knot stretches me.

“I can’t decide if I love or hate seeing his hands on you yet. I want to break every finger—I also wanted to come over there and fuck you from behind while he petted your clit.”

My pussy clenches.

“Someone likes the thought of being shared, it would seem. Probably for the best,” he says dryly. “I doubt any of your mates will be inclined to form an orderly queue.”

Mates.The way he says it makes me think he knows about Eiden and Nox.

I’m about to confess what happened in the Royal Woodland when he pulls out. The mess drips down my inner thighs and smothers my pretty dress.

I hiss my displeasure.

The wicked male only chuckles, pleased with himself.

He helps me clean up, and I don a fresh dress; this one is in lilac. We return to the lounge where Seven stands before the open balcony doors.

A knock sounds on the main door.

“Enter,” Seven calls. He turns, one brow raising as his gaze settles on us before it moves on to the double doors swinging open to admit a bowing servant.

“Your sisters are here, my lord.”

Sisters?My ears prick up.

There is a slight and telling delay before Seven says, “By all means, show them in.”

I’m a little nervous now. After Marigold, I’m not sure I’m ready for new acquaintances, even nice ones who choose pretty dresses for me. Not that I am given any choice. The double doors swing wide open, and two beautiful ladies sweep into the royal apartment. I instantly see the likeness to Seven, for they have the same golden hair and tall stature. The older of the two wears a white gown with gold embroidery at the collar and hem. Heryounger sister is slightly taller and wears a gown of pale blue… she is also heavily pregnant.

“Oh, so this is where you have been keeping her!” the white-gowned older of the duo exclaims.

Wolf remains at my side. Seven takes a place on my other side as the sisters bare down on me with a cloud of scent and smiles.

A young soldier in palace uniform follows them, taking up a position by the doors as they close.

“Sisters,” Seven says with an incline of his head. “I told you we would visit in a few days.” He turns to me. “Fawn, Jude, may I introduce my sisters.” Seven indicates the older woman and then the younger, pregnant one. “Estelle and Persa.”

“We are far too excited to wait a few days,” Estelle says, waving dismissively at their brother. She smiles as she takes my hand in hers and kisses each cheek. “So lovely to meet you, Fawn and Jude!”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling shy in their regal presence.

She steps to the side and repeats the kisses for Wolf, who obligingly leans down.

“Be welcome, Fawn and Jude,” Persa says, following in her sister’s wake, dark eyes dancing with mischief. “It is truly scandalous that you have a wolf among your mates. It has been the talk of the city ever since you arrived.”

“Persa,” Estelle says firmly. “What have I told you about gossip?”

“Yes, sister,” Persa says demurely, winking at me.

“Well, you have met her,” Seven says brusquely. “We shall do a formal engagement later in the week.”