Page 113 of Fawn

His fingers continue to play gently at the back of my neck. I feel his lips against my forehead, but I’m too boneless to move.

“My sweet, precious little doe, know I already love you well.”

Gideon

Nox is a bastard.

I already knew he was, but he’s taken it above and beyond today. I’m at the bottom, the beta courtier, when all the others are mates and alphas. Less than Eiden, the herd omega whom everybody loves.

Fawn is on Nox’s lap, having just been fucked into a daze.

He lifts his eyes to meet mine, almost daring me to speak.

Having been left high and dry by a bevy of beauties along the way, it’s fair to say I have a lot of self-restraint. I didn’t come in my pants, but it was the closest I have ever been.

Nox grins. He gets off on making grown men squirm, so I don’t give him a thing.

“Have a seat,” he says casually, indicating the couch opposite.

Bastard. He knows if I move an inch, I will probably blow.

With my jaw locked so tight that I’m in danger of cracking a tooth, I go and take a seat. My dick digs painfully into my pants. I grimace. But she is now looking at me with her pretty brown eyes.

My breath hitches.

How did such a tiny doe take me?

No, don’t think about that. I’ve come this far without embarrassing myself. I mentally work through troop maneuvers in my head, my go-to in times of stress.

“Do you want to suck off your courtier, little doe?”

My dick flexes painfully. I crush the root with my fingers until the pain takes off the edge.

“He’s not my courtier.” She sounds deeply affronted by the mere suggestion.

“I’m not, my lady?” My words are raw and steeped with pain that I cannot even blame on the condition of my dick. I’m not even a courtier, just an attendant. A spare dick for when she is in the mood.

My heart is crushed. My hard-on deflates so fast that I feel a little queasy.

It matters not what I am. I understood I was lowly. It was presumptuous of me to believe I might make the lofty rank of a courtier to the doe who will one day be queen.

I’ve been a fool.

“No, of course not,” she continues, driving the blade deeper into my chest. “Gideon will be my mate.” She glares at me while my jaw drops. “Even though he told you about my book, which was not polite and a further indication that he was falsely advertising himself as sweet and gallant. He might even deserve to suffer for making me fall for him when he is clearly neither of those things. Just because his” —She waves in my general direction— “male appendage makes my toes curl does not mitigate his wrongdoing.”

“His dick,” Nox drawls. “One should never refer to Gideon’s pant python as a mere appendage.”

I snap my mouth shut.

She adjusts her dress, taking the swell of her plump tit from my view, and lifts her cute button nose in the air.

I’m reeling. My dick is very confused.

She wants me as her mate. She said she fell for me… until I falsely advertised myself as polite. “I can, ah, be polite, my lady.”

“Not about the book, you can’t,” Nox says. “It’s the first rule of the mate code. Any information pertaining to the shared doe, especially something like a filthy book, should absolutely be notified to all other mates.”

“Mate code?” she splutters.

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