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Dove

In the back of the Archfox’s residence, there was a beautiful area. Kairos guided me behind the trees as we explored the property, walking with me through the fallow garden. I gasped as I saw it.

Lights cast over the water, flickering as the light breeze caused ripples. The sun had set, but a purple ring remained in the sky.

“I didn’t know there was a pool!”

I squealed with excitement as I frolicked forward. Turning around to smile at Kairos, I made circles with my arms spread wide. “We should go swimming!”

Kairos smiled. “I think you’re just hot and feral after bouncing around on Seven’s lap that entire drive home from the academy.”

I blushed, but nudged his shoulder. “Come swimming with me.”

Enko’s laugh rumbled from the doorway and I waved him over. “Enko! Are you finally finished working out? I haven’t seen you since we got home.”

Kairos smiled and moved forward to kiss me, but hands grasped my waist and spun me around. Seven materialized behind me and locked me in a possessive kiss. “What about me, Fated?”

“Goddess, I haven’t been able to get any peace and quiet since the four of you moved in. I thought, hey, it’s almost winter, maybe they won’t come outside and bug me, but of course not.”

Rhys sat on a cushioned lawn chair hidden in an alcove of trees but he watched on with a smile. “But the pool is heated if you want to. Since you’ve already distracted me.”

“Okay, well...I’m going swimming,”

I mused. “If you want to join us.”

Enko immediately tugged his shirt off and stepped out of his shorts, leaving me with a full view of his huge naked body. I squeaked slightly…eyes mesmerized by something in particular, before he ran and jumped into the pool, causing an enormous splash.

Seven shifted into his fox form and then back into human form to save himself the time of stripping down, dashing into the water.

“Skinny dipping?”

Rhys said with a teasing grin on his face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say having us around was good for the lonely solitary fox. He needed some unwanted company to loosen him up.

My hands moved to the hem of Kairos’ shirt but his hands immediately caught my wrists. “Don’t, Dove.”

I stared up at Kairos, raising my eyebrows. “Are you going to join us?”

Seven laughed from in the water. “Kairos doesn’t get naked, Fated.”

Kairos glared at my dark mate, but I frowned. “Why not?”

The Storm fox shook his head, and it was only then that I realized that I’d never seen my golden fox without clothes on. Even when he shifted into fox form, he was careful to hide himself from me.

“Don’t you trust me?”

I began, feeling uncomfortable taking my shirt off when one of my Fated mates refused to.

“I just don’t feel comfortable naked, Dove. It’s more of myself than I care to show.”

“But you’re perfect,”

I said quietly, turning to Enko and Seven in the pool for support. Was it my own scars? Did he think they were ugly and imperfect? Did he not want to be naked around me because it encouraged me?

Rhys stood up from his chair and joined us at super-speed. “It has nothing to do with you, vixen.”

Kairos exhaled and pulled his shirt off.

I saw it immediately, even before I saw his perfectly carved muscles, his six pack abs, that delicious trail in the center of his sculpted V leading to his—

Seven cleared his throat, smirking at me. I was projecting all my thoughts and quickly put up a shield around myself.

A multitude of blue scars marked his shoulder and a good portion of his chest, one of the lines nearly reaching his belly button. Prominent and painful scarring, forked and scattered like…lightning. I strode forward, wrapping my arms around Kairos, placing a hand over it. Heat came from the lightning-esque scar. But the first thing I felt wasn’t sympathy. It wasn’t understanding. It wasn’t companionship for having a similar scar. No, the first thing was rage.

Who dared harm my Fated mate?

“It was my father,”

he said calmly, but I could see that silent storm raging in his eyes, those emotions he was hiding. “For disobedience.”

“It almost killed him,”

Rhys said.

Kairos glared at the Archfox, “Shut up, Rhys. It’s not your place to—”

“Oh, Kairos,”

I said, bringing my lips to his scar. “You don’t need to hide from me.”

I paused, meeting his eyes. “From us. We’re a family. The goddess clearly meant for us to be together because we are all so similar.”

I glanced at Rhys. I didn’t know their stories, but I knew it must be as dark as the rest of ours. And I knew we were made for each other. Goddess or no goddess, some external force sensed that we all needed the others. And it knew we cried out to be family.

Kairos tucked me close into his chest, kissing the top of my head. “It’s a lot of problems for one little kitsune to take in. Are you sure you can handle it?”

Of course, Seven decided it was the time to brag. “Well, she took my dick like a champ, so—”

“Seven,”

Kairos and Rhys growled at the same time, but I only giggled because they were so similar and so different at the same time. Both had needed to adapt to control my wry dark mate.

“Are we going to swim then?”

I asked. Rhys tried to back off, but I grabbed his hand. “No, you could have gone inside before.”

Kairos took off his pants and delicately placed them on one of the lawnchairs and showed off his powerful muscles to me in their full glory for the first time. He hopped into the water with Seven and Enko, and then I turned to Rhys.

“Your turn, Your Holiness.”

Rhys narrowed his eyes. “As you wish, vixen.”

He remained in eye contact with me as he pulled off his pants and hopped into the water before I could get a good look.

They all stared at me, still fully dressed, from the water. And I slowly peeled my shirt off, flicking it off me and leaving me in a blue bra—all the black ones were missing and I suspected Kairos ordered his mysterious maids to hide them all—then I stepped out of my black pants.

“Oh my goddess, Dove, you look so good in color,”

Kairos moaned from the water. My suspicions of the crime and the culprit proved correct.

With four sets of eyes on me, I suddenly became timid. My back wasn’t in sight, but they all expectantly watched me while I decided if maybe the best option was to run instead of trying to be sexy in front of my tempting Fated males.

“Oh, fuck no,”

Seven said, naked body dripping wet as he jetted from the pool and stopped me. “Take ‘em off and join us.”

I quickly discarded the bra and underwear and hurried into the water to hide myself, only to find the lights within the pool kept everything well-lit and well-exposed. It made my scars look even bigger.

But none of my mates cared. Even Kairos had his scars. We were all so different yet the same.

We swam in the warm water, Seven splashing me playfully, and when Rhys remained an onlooker, Seven splashed him too. Enko held me until Seven demanded him to hand me over. Enko ignored my dark mate.

Kairos swam forward and imprisoned me in his arms, but I kicked my legs to keep my afloat. Kairos was able to stand and keep his shoulders above water, but my head would be partially under if I tried. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders to hold myself up, wrapping my legs around him.

And like it was meant to be, his hard cock pressed against my sex. I wiggled a little closer, throbbing with want.

“Dove,”

he said softly. “Are you sure?”

I nodded furiously, desperate and a second away from turning feral.

“Are you still sore from Seven?”

Rhys asked.

“No,”

I responded quickly.

“Dove, we don’t want to push you too quickly,”

Kairos said, his hardness still pressing against me. Even with the water, I could feel how easily he could start to slide into me.

“What about Enko?”

Seven asked with a taunting grin.

Enko growled. “I want to be ready when my Fated mate goes into heat, Seven. I’ve gotten better. Seeing this might help, since you stole her first time from us. I want to hear my little fox moan in pleasure.”

“Oh my goddess,”

I said, wishing I could just drown in embarrassment.

Kairos reached up and touched his wet hand against the side of my head. “I’ll be gentle, Dove. But I’m not about to do this in a pool.”

Kairos grabbed me around the waist, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me into the house like it was the easiest thing in the world.

And my harem of dripping mates followed us, more interested in what was about to happen than their own nakedness. At the very least, I got to watch their cocks bounce as Kairos carried me into my new bedroom.

He placed me gently onto the bed, despite the roughness of getting me there. I had dried off in the short ride from the pool to my bed. He moved above me and that slight anxiety struck me again.

Kairos kissed my head. “It’s okay, Dove.”

But then he ordered, “Hold her hands down, Rhys.”

It wasn’t the scary freedom of Seven, but it was something just as exciting as Rhys immediately moved into position above me, managing the feat with only one hand, placing his lips on mine for only a moment before Kairos came back into view.

Seven smirked from the side of my bed and I thought I might burn to ashes like a dead demon in my fiery embarrassment.

Kairos’ hand reached between my legs, his hand against my sex as his fingers moved my wetness around. Enko breathed heavily and some silent exchange caused Seven to move next to him—in case he went feral.

Then Kairos’ cock pressed against me again. Rhys’ hands smoothed against my hair, his mouth against mine again for a moment.

“Such a good fox,”

Seven said as he stroked himself.

“My little fox,”

Enko growled, getting possessive.

I had so many sets of eyes on me, yet somehow I found comfort from it. Kairos pressed himself into me, not as slowly as Seven had, but my body accepted him without any pain this time, even as his girth stretched me. I bit my lip and enjoyed every sensation as Kairos’ body jerked inward and I let out a small mewl of pleasure.

All my worry and wonderment had been for naught, being surrounded by them in bed as they pleased me. It was so natural as Kairos pulled my hips into him to complete the journey and fill me, as Rhys stroked my hair with his free hand, as Seven leered, and as Enko growled.

Kairos stroked himself within me, watching my eyes as I purred in excitement. I raised my hips to meet his as Rhys’ thumb traced my lips, staring down at me. Kairos’ hand reached down and massaged my clit and I let out a gasp as my vision sparkled and my body quivered in appreciation. So close…

“Come for us,”

Rhys whispered as he stole another kiss.

“No, not yet,”

Kairos slowed, bringing my pleasure back down to Earth and I snapped my eyes open with frustration.

He smiled, returned his fingers to that slow gentle movement as he dragged out my pleasure. In and out of me, circling my pleasure like water in a drain. He angled himself somehow, massaging me with expertise.

He moved faster, pumping into me, finding a rhythm between us, and I was so close as he drove his length into me again. My breath came out in short huffs, and hasty gasps.

And he slowed again.

I bit my lip, sending him images through our linked minds. Kairos drove himself deeply within me, pulling out part of the way and reentering me. Thrusting hard and fast. My hips rose to meet his thrusts, my head rolled back and I let out a cry as he finally let my release come.

His control snapped. He buried his cock deep into me, moving faster and harder, his finger working its magic as Rhys pinned my hands down. I tugged and pulled against the hold, wanting to do something with them, but I didn’t know what. Grip onto Kairos and drag his chest down to me to bite him, or kiss his lightning bolt scars maybe. But Rhys didn’t let me, and that made it even more exciting, having Kairos dominate my every pleasure.

And I finally came, a heady sound escaping my lips.

Kairos stilled above me and drove himself in deeper as I clenched and contracted and pulsed around him, somehow out of breath even though he did all the work. He throbbed inside of me, releasing his own ecstasy after giving me mine.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, remaining inside me, and Rhys released my arms, letting Kairos have a moment alone with me. “You wily fox.”

“Yes, a small punishment for your blessed torture,”

I breathed, reaching my arms up around him, my thumb grazing over his bluish lightning scar, mesmerized by its patterns. Enko breathed heavily but had remained in the same place. “Enko?”

“Yes, little fox?”

he asked, coming closer and sitting next to me on the bed as Kairos pulled himself out and I felt the undeniable wetness leaking from me, somehow both cold and warm at the same time.

“Is your feral side okay?”

He took a long gulp and then nodded. “You’re a very seductive little fox, though.”

The night had grown late, but I wasn’t ready for it to end, pulling Enko next to me as I cuddled with him and Kairos slithered in behind me, forcing Rhys to slide out from above us. He leaned forward over Enko, despite the fiery fox starting to growl and pushed my hair behind my ear. “Good night, vixen.”

“I want you all to stay.”

Seven laughed, “The bed’s not big enough for all of us, Fated. Especially not with Enko in there.”

I supposed that was fair.