Page 32 of Fawn

The fuck! My wolf begins to prowl, urging me to shift and rip the fucker apart.

“My lineage can be traced back to the very first stag shifter born of an omega fairy and Cernunnos, the god of nature,” he says, making himself at home and sitting down at the table—at least his dick is out of sight. “We are all built thus in our herd, especially those of the royal line.”

My snort is disparaging. The stag bastard issues me a haughty fucking glare.

I sit down at the table. “I am surprised your stall has not collapsed under the weight of the wares you have put on display.”

I catch his brief smirk before he turns back to Fawn, taking the teapot from her hands and drawing her to sit between us, although she has yet to collect the cups.

I growl.

He ignores me.

Fawn sends me a nervous glance, and her fuck-me scent reaches fever pitch setting my dick salivating even as my claws spring and embed in the edge of the table.

I will not spill blood in her late parents’ home, and that is the only thing keeping my control.

“You will find our herd much more congenial than this rustic pack,” Seven continues, still holding her fucking hand, going so far as to pet it. “Your every need shall be tended to.”

“Oh,” she says, slowly taking her hand back, which makes me feel instantly calmer. “But I cannot come back to the herd with you. Not now I have” —she looks to me— “mated Wolf.”

She blushes sweetly. I take her other hand and purr. Good, that has set the bastard straight. Now he can finally fuck off.

“Mated,” Seven says, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “Your pack leader mentioned it had not been consummated yet when I left his residence a short time ago. But I do scent his seed all over you—wolves often lack finesses and can have trouble with simple matters such as finding the appropriate hole.”

The bastard is lucky I do not plant my fist against his golden, chiseled jaw.

“But no mind,” he turns back to Fawn, bestowing her a benevolent smile. “It is acceptable, if unusual, for you to take a wolf as your first mate.”

“First?” she asks, blinking slowly like she is confused.

I am similarly fucking confused, so much so that my dick goes down, which is for the best since I sense I will need to battle him imminently.

“Of course,” he continues. “You are an omega, Fawn. A doe shifter at that, descended from a fairy. Rarity and nature generally lend to your kind accumulating courtiers beyond your mate or mates. Fae omegas of all kinds are extremely lusty and require a lot of tending. Our finest warriors will have leave to woo you for your favor, whether that is part of permanent mate bonds or for when you come into season.”

Fawn’s mouth hangs slack.

Realizing I am doing the same, I snap my jaw shut with a click. My dick is very fucking confused between retreat in the face of battle and curiosity about her season.

“Outside, now,” I growl, scraping my chair back and storming for the door, not waiting to see if he follows.

“Oh, please don’t hurt him, Wolf.”

“Fear not, little one,” Seven says. “Wolves are pack fighters and rarely effective alone. I shall be careful not to unduly wound your first mate should we get into a scuffle.”

Gods, he is annoying.

He follows me outside. I shut the door and jerk my head to the side, indicating we should move off the fucking steps.

“The fuck is wrong with you,” I say the moment we are away from her home, rounding on him and barely tempering the urge to thump the fucker. “Fawn is innocent. You will terrify the lass, coming in with talk of lust, many mates, and fucking courtiers for when she comes into season!”

“She cannot be that innocent.” He smiles coolly. “She is smothered in enough of your seed to choke me. It did not escape my notice that your scent is likewise all over the table. Do you heathens not believe in using a bed?”

I smirk at the table reference, then shrug. “It was of a handy height. She is a brat. I’m not sure how she survived this long given her propensity for putting herself in danger.”

He smiles. It is the first one directed at me that reaches his eyes. “Yes, I know.”

“Know?” What the fuck does he know.

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