Page 139 of Fawn

Jude does.

In a single bounding leap, he shifts to his werebeast form and slams Eiden into the ground.

Good. Let’s see how that works for our unruly male omega.

Now it is my turn.

My turn to ravish my queen.

Fawn

I’ve got ears and a tail. I don’t know what to make of that. I’m still in shock. At least I don’t have a snout. I like Seven’s snout—I find it very proud. But I would feel very odd if I had one for myself.

No, my ears and tail—that won’t stop wagging—is plenty enough.

The air leaves me in a sudden rush as I’m shoved behind Seven’s back. I peer around his side just in time to see Wolf take a mighty leap—transitioning to werebeast—before he slams Eiden to the ground.

They wrestle.

Tension coils low in my belly as Wolf uses his weight and power to pin Eiden, still in his battle stag form, to the ground, face down.

Nox stands a few paces away. He folds his arms across his chest. “Bitten off more than you could chew there, didn’t you, Whelp,” he rumbles.

Eiden grunts and strains on the floor.

Wolf holds him.

The air shimmers, and Eiden’s battle stag form is replaced by a man.

Wolf issues a low, rumbling growl. He licks up the side of Eiden’s face. Then he snorts, sinks his snout into Eiden’s hair, and rumbles another growl.

“Fuck!” Eiden groans. He tries to buck Wolf off, but it is a half-hearted attempt in my eyes, and either way, he doesn’t stand a chance.

My pussy performs a slow, languid clench.

Wolf is going to fuck him; I know he is. And Eiden is going to love every moment of it.

“Uff!” Seven snags my arm, yanking me to his front. He fists my hair in a surprising act of aggression that finds a direct line to my core before thrusting me roughly to my knees facing away from him.

Eiden twists on the ground to peer across at me, his chest heaving.

Wolf nuzzles the side of his face and puffs out another breath.

I’ve never been so aroused in my life. The sharp bite where Seven grips my hair. The position of being on my knees. The awareness of him behind me in his battle stag form, Nox watching on one side, and Gideon watching on the other. In the middle of the grassy bank between the lake and the trees, a giant werebeast pins Eiden to the ground.

Seven kneels down behind me, his snout lowering to my throat, where he nuzzles against the skin. He brushes up over my ear—and nips.

I shiver, and my tail wags furiously.

“What a cute little tail,” Seven rumbles in my ear. “What cute little doe, all wet and needy, ready to bemounted and bred. Are you going to take me, little Fawn? Are you going to take my battle stag?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Please, yes.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, keep watching. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”

He pushes me forward. I drop my palms to the ground, his massive bulk crowding over me.

A big, gnarled hand skims down my back and lightly brushes over my tail.

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