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Dove

A beautiful sensation came from each of their touches, a breath of fire, a drop of rain, a soft flower petal, and the grip of Shadow.

Seven’s lips drove an ache of neediness which he wanted to fulfill...but Kairos wanted to extend my pleasure, make me enjoy every single magnificent touch. Each time Seven came closer to my core, Kairos ordered him away.

Rhys’ mouth grazed along my neck, sucking little whimpers of pleasure from me like a magician. Enko’s body blazed like a hot fire beneath me, pulsing with want, his hands exploring against my skin. Kairos’ hands stroking my hair as though to comfort me for the blissful torture he manufactured just for me.

My entire body coursed and throbbed and shook. “Please…”

Kairos chuckled darkly. “Good, that means we’re halfway there.”

As if to say, Ha, like I’d make it that easy.

My eyes snapped open in needy frustration and I growled at his laughing stormy eyes. “Halfway?”

Halfway to what?

“Maybe not even halfway,”

Rhys agreed.

“Since when do you two get along?”

I groaned. But the words came out like a wanton moan.

Seven’s lips brushed against that sensitive bundle and my entire body riveted in pleasure. How much more could I take? It was like I was dangling off the edge and being dragged back again. Rhys’ thumb brushed over my nipple, palming my breast and squeezing gently. Kairos’ fingers massaging through my hair. Enko’s hands warmed me as they brushed across my skin.

Seven’s finger moved closer, swirling around and nudging inside of me, so slowly…and then back out again. Seven’s hot tongue brushed over my clit, moaning against me. His lips wrapped around it and he sucked so lightly, drawing sounds from me as his finger pressed in again, deeper this time, making me clench around him. His tongue lashed against me.

“Your tight little pussy is having fun, Fated.”

“Seven,”

I pleaded, this time by name. Because I knew my dark mate wouldn’t deny me.

And he didn’t, his mouth came to my rescue, his tongue somehow bringing me higher, and at the same time heightening that aching need to be filled. Sucking and kissing and licking me into sweet oblivion, his finger probing into me and exploring for every spot that made me quiver.

“Hey!”

Kairos objected.

I let out an airy gasp, a breathy laugh, and a very, very manipulative thought to distract him.

Kairos’ hand reached down to his pants, a quick struggle and his cock sprang out, ready to see me. My mouth opened, wetting my lips, looking up at him from Enko’s lap as he began to stroke himself. And then gently pressing it between my lips, letting me taste his soft skin—

“Dove,”

Rhys began, clearing his throat and pulling away, his hand slipping out from under my shirt. “You have...uh...quite the imagination.”

The thought had taken only a second, but Kairos’ hands were frantically undoing his pants.

One of Enko’s hands gripped my hair, the other clamped around my breast. But his entire body was eerily still, his breath ragged and his eyes fiery.

“Finish it, Seven,”

Kairos demanded when he regained control, shaking his head and pulling himself away from me, redoing his zipper. “Before one of us loses control or she takes over it.”

Seven’s tongue swirled and his mouth sucked and he relieved that painful ache into a vibrating pleasure that sang throughout my entire body. My body hummed, my eyes closed and I gripped hold of two hands—which two, I wasn’t sure—holding them tightly against my skin.

When I opened my eyes, all of theirs were on me, breath ragged, even though I had been the one put through the...situation. Bulges that I wanted to see were blocked with their hands, except for Enko’s, which I could feel nearly jumping with each pulse of his heart at the back of my head.

It was Enko and Rhys’ hands that I gripped tightly, my knuckles paling from the tight hold. I slowly released them, but still kept my hands on theirs as a frosty breeze offered a cool relief to my heated cheeks and exposed skin.

“Is she always like that?”

Rhys asked when our breathing finally settled, except for Enko’s, which was still heavy above me.

“No, I think we’ve turned our Fated into a sex demon,”

Seven said, his tongue still skimming across his lips. “A strawberry flavored—”

“Seven,”

Enko growled. “Enough.”

“The new ability to show us images of her fantasies makes this more difficult…”

Kairos chuckled. “Well, at least she knows what she wants.”

I glared at Kairos, “But you didn’t give me everything I wanted.”

Everyone went silent, stares bouncing between me and Kairos. He finally responded, “That’s not how this works, Dove.”

“How what works?”

I demanded. “You give me pleasure, why can’t I give it to you?”

“I need a second,”

Enko said slowly, lifting me from his lap. He gently released me to the ground, and as soon as his hands were off, he jumped up, hands threading through his hair, turning his back to me as he began to pace. He looked ready to shift into a fox and run.

Rhys shook his head, a hint of anger in his voice as he pulled his hand from mine, standing to scold the others. “You three are treading a dangerous path. What happens if you go feral? What happens if Enko goes feral?”

“You haven’t had to sleep in the same room with her for weeks, brother,”

Seven snapped. “I doubt you ever would have made it this far, after seeing how you acted tonight. Every night, her scent right beside you. Every morning, her soft sighs, her tits bouncing, pressing up against us in a hug—”

“I’d never lose control, brother,”

Rhys snapped.

“We have maintained control, Rhys,”

Kairos assured him. “Nothing has ever gone too far.”

“Barely,”

the Archfox responded. “How long have you been doing this together? Skirting the edge?”

“Only a few times,”

Kairos answered.

I sat up slowly, watching as the four men argued. I pulled my shirt down and hastily scooted my shaky legs back into my pants. My arms curled around myself and I wished I could disappear. “What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

“See what you’ve done?”

Seven snapped at Rhys. “You’ve made our Fated feel as though she’s not perfect. And she is.”

“We shouldn’t be having this argument in front of her,”

Kairos said.

Rhys let out a long sigh, returning to my side and pulling me against his chest. “You’ve done nothing wrong, Dove. You are amazing in every way. But…”

“But?”

I demanded, withdrawing back far enough to look up at him into his shimmering green eyes.

“Dove, if you go feral, we have the power to fight you...not that we would...but if one of us goes feral, you can’t stop us,”

Rhys answered finally. “These three shouldn’t be pressuring you to the edge, and at the same time, themselves. It may be fun, but it’s dangerous.”

“We want to make sure you’re ready, Dove, that’s all,”

Kairos continued.

“I am ready—” I began.

“You have no idea, Fated, how much we want you. But none of us wants to push you too far. Push you away, or scare you. You only have one tail. You don’t heal as quickly as us. You don’t have our strength, our speed,”

Seven said.

Enko turned back, finally meeting my eyes once more. He wasn't quite as fiery anymore. “Any of us could hurt you. And I mean really hurt you. Especially me. I’ve lost control of my anger before. You’ve seen it.”

“Angry at me?”

Why did it feel like I was going to cry?

“Never,”

Enko growled. “I could never be angry at you. But passion is even harder of an emotion to control.”

“I know none of you would ever hurt me—”

Rhys exhaled. “Of course we’d never want to hurt you intentionally. And I still have no idea what we’re going to do when you go into heat. Then we’ll all lose control and there’s nothing that can be done to stop us.”

My eyes went wide and my cheeks heated once more. I hadn’t thought about going into heat for a long time. Only female kitsune with tails could go into heat. Which, I guess now I was one.

“We have to just make sure she’s strong enough by then,”

Kairos suggested. “Get her more tails—”

Rhys interrupted, “We should have just gone hunting, like I suggested. Maybe now it will help burn off some of this excess energy tonight.”