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I gulp, staring after him as he joins a grinning Eiden at the door, and they leave together.

My cheeks are hot, and I don’t know where to look. This is my first time alone with Seven, and I feel strangely shy.

Seven selects a fresh croissant and passes it to me.

“I’m going to make crumbs,” I say, looking at in question.

“Make crumbs,” Seven says. “I do not care. Better a few crumbs than we court Jude’s wrath. I believe he wishes you to be on my lap and fed. We should humor him, hmm?”

I nibble on the croissant, feeling hot and squirmy after Nox teased me. My eyes grow bigger as Seven’s antlers suddenly sprout.

“Sorry,” he says, sounding a little vexed. “I cannot help but respond when you are near.”

I chuckle around my mouthful of croissants.

He does a double-take. His lips twitch before he grasps my chin and kisses me right over my lips. “Yes, my antlers, much like my cock, are happy to have you near.”

“I love your antlers,” I blurt out.

“Only my antlers?” he muses. “I must be doing something wrong.”

“I love your cock too,” I say before I can stop myself, “and your hands” —I really need to stop talking— “I’m also much enamored with your mouth… I might like Eiden’s more… and Wolf does this thing where he shifts only his tongue, and my eyes cross every time.”

I snap my mouth shut.

Seven laughs. A big, deep in the belly, laugh. It transforms his face from handsome to spellbinding.

“Well, I can admit that Eiden’s oral skills are impressive,” he says dryly. “As for Wolf, he clearly has an unfair advantage. I dare say I will have to do the best I can with what I’ve got.”

The croissant is taken from my hand and tossed aside. He sweeps his arm across the table. A crash follows as the dinner service is displaced. He drops me into the gap.

“Open your legs, little doe. Show me what Nox did to you.”

His voice cracks with command. He is a king and the Master Stag. But none of these things make me do as he asks. No, it is my own selfish needs.

He makes a tutting noise as he stares at my soaking panties. His hand glides up my thigh until he reaches the apex and histhumb brushes over the drenched silk of my panties, playing there. “These are filthy and will need to come off.”

He slides them down my legs, leaving an embarrassing sticky trail, and tucks them into his pocket.

“Lean back, sweet doe.”

I drop back onto my elbows as he spreads my thighs, opening me to his view.

“My poor, sweet Fawn.” Hands under my knees, he tugs me to the table’s edge, drops my knees over his shoulders, and feasts.

A spark of raw pleasure shoots through me. I forget all about comparisons, for Seven does not lack skills. He groans against me, poking his tongue into my pussy as the pad of his thumb slowly circles my clit. My heart rate surges, my breath catches, and a sweet climax breaks over me.

I’m still basking in the hazy glow when he surges up and, with my legs draped over his forearms, frees his cock and slams into me… which is when I discover that something other than Wolf’s tongue can make my eyes cross.

“So deep,” I mumble, as the achy pleasure of his impalement makes my pussy quiver in anticipation of another release.

“I know, my love,” he says, grinding his hardness into me and making me groan. His antlers are huge and menacing, and his face is starkly handsome. “Your pussy is too perfect, the feeling of being inside you too enticing for a mortal male to resist.”

Then he slides almost out and slams back in.

We both groan.

He sets up a pounding rhythm that makes the table creak and the dinnerware clatter and bounce about.