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Dove

All the troubles of the world were gone as I recovered, my Fated males taking very good care of me.

“Are you pleased, my little bird?”

“Oh, vixen, you did so good. Can I do anything else for you?”

“Did you have fun, little fox?”

They were all just questions, but I made sure to answer all of them because the males needed their egos stroked a little after such a pursuit. “You are all so perfect. I’m so happy the goddess gave me the best males in the whole world. I can’t wait for us to have more fun.”

“Not yet, Fated,”

Seven growled, wrapping his hands under my ass and raising it into the air as I giggled myself into oblivion.

“Are you hurting, Dove?”

Kairos was asking, his thumb brushing under my breast. “Were we too rough on you?”

“Goddess, no,”

I mused, relaxing on top of Damon’s arm. But my heated feral side was far from quelled. She was a needy bitch and wanted more. Much more.

And my Fated mates were ready to give it to me. And more importantly, I wanted to give them pleasure too. If the attentive males would ever let me. Maybe now they would since I had gone into heat.

But I was so tired. It had been a long day.

“Seven?”

I asked quietly, and there he was, staring into my eyes with his own ruby orbs.

“Yes, Fated?”

“Will you fuck me to sleep now?”

He smirked at me and then glanced possessively at the other guys, holding the position of power between my legs defensively.

“Seven,”

Kairos growled. “She needs to recover. We all got a taste already.”

But my request made Seven feral as he moved closer, ignoring the order from my other mate. In some ways, Seven was the most feral, though he had complete control of it.

“Let me please my Fated,”

my dark mate growled as the others tried to hold him back, but—thank the goddess—he was so strong, so shifty, so stealthy.

He pushed himself in, my wetness ready to welcome him again as Rhys and Damon rested on either side of me. My dark mate pushed himself in fully, leaning down to rest his chin above my head. “You’re such a good fox, Fated. So responsive and ready for all of us.”

My hand reached up and stroked against his scar, causing him to stiffen and glare at me, just the way I liked. “You’re so scary, Seven. But I’m not scared of you.”

He smirked, glaring at the other four who watched him. And he maintained his promise, nudging inside of me and taking me slowly, a sleepy massage as he continued. I only let my eyes close as I felt him coming inside me, whispering, “Good girl, so good at taking my cock.”

When I awoke, all my males rested around the bed and I desperately untangled myself, waking all of them as I rushed into the bathroom. I didn’t bother to close the door. From my seat on the toilet, I could see my brown eyes glowing almost golden still.

And my males rose from the bed like zombies from the grave, following in after me.

One of them started the shower in the other room and I quickly moved to follow my mate inside. I was still naked from the night before, and I didn’t have to even take my clothes off. It was Kairos inside, his beautiful blue scar like lightning on his shoulder, and I went up on my toes to kiss it gently. A fruity smell mixed with the steam as he began to stroke soap over my body, lathering me up as his hands slipped through it.

“Good morning, Dove,”

Kairos greeted warmly with a kiss on top of my head as the door opened behind me. “Oh, for goddess’ sake, can’t I have a moment with her?”

I glanced back to find the rest of my Fated males had already stripped down and were filing into the shower with me. Thankfully, the shower was as big as the entire bathroom in the dorm, even with places to sit around the edges. I giggled at the sight, and Damon stole me from Kairos into his arms under the rainfall of water.

“I had so much fun with you last night,”

he told me, and my sex throbbed with delight.

Enko immediately pressed himself behind me, his hardness pressing against my lower back and jumping out, soothing my old scars like they had tormented me in another lifetime.

“How long did we talk about this exact situation, Enko?”

Damon asked. “Taking her together?”

Enko growled, reaching around me under my breasts and pulling me against his chest as Damon pushed himself closer.

“No, she’s definitely not ready for that,”

came Rhys’ voice.

“For what?”

I asked innocently, simpering before my males.

Their feral sides had faded slightly, but at the first scent, they were riling up and ready to go again. And I wanted them all again.

Seven smirked, “For such an innocent fox, you are a needy and horny woman, Fated. But I don’t think I’ll ever smell strawberries again without getting hard.”

Damon pushed me against the wall that was Enko, his cock entering me exactly like I wanted it to. I bit at his neck, scarring his perfect body with temporary wounds. With each little suckle from me, he pushed himself deeper.

As he came, hands moved to my hair, strawberries and cream scents filling the hair as Kairos massaged it into my hair. “I got it just for you, Dove.”

Seven groaned incredulously, “Seriously, Kairos? What are you trying to do to me? At this rate, I’ll be fucking her every day during training.”

“If you do, take her into the Shadow Vale, because I’ll kill anyone who sees her naked,”

Enko growled.

The water began to run cold and as I shivered, Enko released his heat onto me, pulling me from the water and wrapping me in the fluffiest towel in existence, carrying me back to the bed.

“Are you hungry, little fox?”

“For you,”

I demanded.

And he gave me what I wanted, so perfectly filling me with his size, holding me in his arms. I felt so small and protected as he went feral, driving into me slower this time. Hands were all over me, and I knew the feel of each touch, never wanting it to end.

“Hold her for me, Kairos,”

Rhys demanded.

My stormy mate obliged the order, holding my wrists and shoulders, twisting my fingers within his.

The day passed and they each took me over and over, stroking me, comforting me, giving me exactly what I needed until I was so exhausted, I thought I might die of happiness.

When I finally awoke from the sex coma, the sun cast pinks and purples through the room as I laid naked in the bed, so completely and utterly satisfied. All my Fated males were equally tired and each trying to touch some part of my naked skin, lying on me and petting me, stroking my hair, kissing every little nook and cranny.

And as if to ruin the moment, my stomach growled the instant that my feral heat ebbed. In some ways, being in heat made everything clearer, everything felt nicer. But it also made me forget every basic need I had except for my hunger for my Fated males, starved for sex and their delicious scents.

“I ordered some food, I’ll let them know we’re ready,”

Kairos said immediately, getting out of bed and going outside the room for a few long minutes, then he returned to me, glancing at the others. “Let’s get cleaned up and dressed. We can eat downstairs.”

“What, you don’t want to eat in our Fated’s sex den?”

“Seven,”

Rhys warned as I began to blush, the memories coming back to me. Distinctly aware of my nude body and all of them staring at it. If I could have tugged a cover over me, I would have, but they were all lying on it.

“Don’t you dare hide, Fated. You’re perfect.”

I glanced around at them all anxiously. “I did okay?”

“Okay?”

Enko began, “Little fox, you are amazing. You did exactly what you needed to. More than you needed to.”

Damon nodded. “It’s us that needs to know if we gave you everything you wanted.”

I nodded, pressing my legs together as those sensations threatened to come again. I slowly sat up, rushing over to my dresser and grabbing new clothes and slipping into them as my Fated did the same as quickly as possible. None of us wanted to be away from each other for long, and then they all stood around me, much faster with their superior tails, waiting for me to jump into my black jeans and pull a black hoodie over my head.

Downstairs, dishes clattered and all my males except Kairos shot toward the door, ready to run and attack the intruder.

“It’s fine, it’s just the food,”

Kairos told them and they calmed down.

Except for Rhys, “What, did you take over my kitchen as well?”

Kairos shrugged, grabbing hold of my hand. “Let’s go eat, Dove.”

I eagerly followed him and the others weren’t far behind. As we entered the dining room, the table was filled with all of my favorite foods, which was pretty much all of them at this point.

A feast for me and my Fated males.

Seven scooped out a large helping of strawberry shortcake, glaring at us before any of us could give him shit for eating dessert first.

“Did you hire a chef or something?”

Enko asked, scooping out mashed potatoes onto his plate, and when he caught my eye, he gave me a scoop, squished down the middle, and dumped a load of gravy into the mini volcano.

There was even a whole turkey at the center, which Rhys began to cut and gave me all the best slices of meat.

“It's a bit early for Thanksgiving, isn’t it?”

Damon asked cautiously, the only one that wasn’t filling his plate. I paused, stopping my hand before I could grab a healthy serving of stuffing. He stood at the edge of the table like he wasn’t welcome to join us. Enko and Seven had already taken the chairs next to me, and Rhys and Kairos sat across from me at the large table. Taking all the good spots.

“Seven, move over. Damon, sit down next to our Fated mate,”

Kairos demanded. “You’re making Dove get all weird.”

Seven groaned and glared but did as ordered and Damon took the seat next to me.

“So he can live here with us too?”

I asked, glimpsing at the Archfox with a pleading look in my eyes.

“I doubt you would have it any other way, vixen,”

Rhys said, distracting me as he reached across the table for my hand and Kairos plopped a very large serving of brussel sprouts onto my plate before I could block his attack.

“Kairos!”

“Eat your vegetables, Dove.”

I had to love him for it.

I ate until I was positively stuffed, with barely enough room for dessert—mostly because Kairos had me eat about a million brussel sprouts before letting me have seconds—but Seven insisted, giving me some of the shortcake and somehow I made room, just for him.

A frantic knocking pounded against the door and Rhys stood up, rushing to the front door in the other room.

“I haven’t been able to get ahold of you, Your Holiness,”

a voice said. I stood up, following the others out into the foyer. Elder Peter stood in the entrance, his white robes and red belt slightly disheveled in his panic. He bowed toward us, “General, Lieutenant, Major, Lord of Nightmares, Disciple. I’m glad you’re all here. We’ve been calling your phones, but couldn’t get an answer.”

“What’s going on, Elder Peter?”

I asked, sensing the distress in his voice.

“The armies have been mobilized, the Council had to override your authorities when we couldn’t reach any of you.”

He looked between us suspiciously as if his lifetime of knowledge knew exactly what we’d been doing the past day, but he didn’t say anything. He let out a slow exhale.

“All of you must put your armor on now. We’re out of time. The Hellgate is nearly broken. The last battle is here.”