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My mind tumbles over everything we just spoke of, and what she wants—what she wants me to do—until I am nothing but a writhing mass of confusion and rampant need.

Her breathing has evened out.

Asleep already?

Yes, I believe she is, her body relaxed against me, bringing a different set of feelings to the fore.

She is so precious, sweet, and loving. And a perfect hussy all rolled into one.

My hand strays to her breast, my fingertips brushing over the plump swell. My eyes bounce between my fingers and her face, checking for any sign she is awake. She shifts a little, pressing her breast into my hand.

I smirk, skimming my fingertips around the areola, watching her nipple pucker. My heart is banging so heavy in my chest it is a wonder it does not wake her up. Gods, I want to come sobadly. How does Nox do this so effortlessly? How does he tease and remain in control of himself? He gets hard. His cock is like a magnet for my eyes, but he pays it no mind, and his focus is always all on me.

I try to disconnect myself from what I want and what I do—pouring all my focus into the sleeping doe and this tempting nipple now fully distended and hard. I pinch it lightly, then a little firmer, watching her face.

I wasn’t qualified for the conversation on edging. I’m definitely not qualified for the act.

But she trusts me, and her trust lifts me to a place I have never been before. Through her trust, I am reborn.

It also empowers me to do something the old me would never do.

So, I take liberties with her instructions because she trusts me and because I have someone I trust equally to guide me through this.

It takes only a short time before Nox senses I need him. I feel him waiting, curious, on the other side of the nest door.

She did not give him permission to enter.

Is this betraying her trust?

No, I don’t believe it is. I try to free myself, let my stag come to the fore, and trust my instincts.

I ease from underneath her and carefully make my way out of the nest to open the door.

Nox gives me an up-down look and quirks one brow.

I wave him inside and lean in to whisper, telling him what Fawn wants. “I need you to guide me… I can’t.”

Nox

Seven, Jude, and I are still in the lounge when I sense Eiden needs me. We are not bonded in the way of mates. Without a doe omega, a bond can never be completed. But it is close between us, closer even than for him and Seven. I have long sensed strong emotions from our herd omega when he is in danger, upset, or simply needs me.

“I’m needed in the nest,” I say, rising and purposely not asking permission. I am not that man.

Seven understands me—he also understands the bond between Eiden and me, but a tic thumps in Jude’s jaw before he nods.

“I don’t need your approval,” I say bluntly. Better there are no delusions between us. If I want his opinion, I will ask for it. Where Eiden is concerned, Seven never interferes.

His posture stiffens. He says nothing, but his eyes issue a threat:hurt her, and I will end you.

“Do not insult me,” I say, holding his gaze.

“I have watched over her all my life,” he replies like that is an excuse.

“And I have cared for Eiden after his vicious family left him a pitiful, broken shell. It’s fair to say he has some trauma in his past. But I would trust you with him...alone.”

His nostrils flare before his brows shoot up. Good, let him mull that over. The wolf shifter is not overly blessed with brains but is also not stupid. I doubt Eiden’s curiosity and growing infatuation with Jude will end anytime soon. Jude doesn’t have to return the feelings, but he will need to treat Eiden with respect.

Still, he is a wolf shifter, and those bastards are pretty wild by all accounts when the moon is full… and even when it is not.