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Fawn

They are rutting. Their muscles quiver with the strain as their antlers lock. They’re both powerful males, and I cannot quickly decide who might have the edge. Maybe neither of them does.These men are lovers, yet today, they battle over me— battle over who will take me first.

I should be alarmed, shouldn’t I? But no, a bloodlust has fallen upon me, and I come alive knowing I am the cause.

A familiar shudder ripples through my body that goes all the way to my tail.

Let them. I turn and find Wolf prowling toward me through the cover of the trees. Seven stands off to the side, distracted by Eiden and Nox. He has similarly assumed his battle stag.

I dart away from Wolf and crash straight into Gideon’s path. He is still a stag. I do not believe he has a battle stag form.

I dash around him and take off.

My body is filled with tension that compels me to run fast.

A lone Wolf growls. Paws and hooves drum against the forest floor—the clack-clack of antlers clashing in the background but fading away.

I run, sure-footed and nimble, aware that I’m scattering the pack.

I can hear hooves closing in, a steady drum behind me.

Seven?

I glance back. No, not Seven, Gideon. I dart left and right through the trees coming out on the shore of the lake, where I come to a skittering stop. Ahead is a marquee.

Where did that come from?

When I check over my shoulder, I find everyone has been left behind.

Everyone but Gideon.

This is perfect! I turn and run back toward him.

His front hooves skitter as he tries to come to a stop. I dance up to him and playfully barge him with my shoulder. Then I turn and present to him.

He snorts and stamps his hooves.

I wag my tail and peek back. What is this stupid male waiting for?

He rears up. I wanted this, yet I’m still shook when his front legs clasp around my body, and his thick cock penetrates me so deeply that my eyes cross.

He issues a deep, melodious bellow—a sound of jubilation—the sound of his stag claiming me.

The thunder of approaching hooves and a low growl bear down upon us as he thrusts, pounding into me, making my pussy quiver and quake.

I bay my encouragement and push back for more.

Chapter Forty-Four

Seven

Gideon has rutted her first. I can’t believe what he has done—in his stag form. I saw enough as I approached to know that Fawn encouraged his mischief.

Although he is considered lower ranking because he does not have a battle stag, he is nonetheless wily to have claimed first breeding rights. I admire him for taking advantage while the rest of us were distracted.

Eiden is going to be pissed once he realizes he has been duped by his own foolishness.

He forgot the one golden rule. We can clash antlers, battle, and posture all day, but who gets to plow the soft, welcoming doe we love is her choice alone.

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