Page 59 of Fawn

“No,” I say brusquely. “He doesn’t get a damn thing unless I choose to give it to him.”

Her aroused scent floods the air. Eiden moans. If I wasn’t holding his cock, I’m confident he’d be spewing seed everywhere again.

Fawn

I just called Eiden’s cock cute, please let me die of shame. It is not even small, just small compared to Nox’s, which is the longest, thickest cock I have ever seen… and I have been around shifters in a state of undress all my life.

Thank the Goddess stags do not have a knot!

I should have stayed in the water.

I don’t know what made me come out. All I know is that something drew me, a sound, a scent, a feeling, something inexplicable, something on a level beyond human understanding.

And then I saw them.

If Eiden’s gentle beauty calls to me, and Nox’s domination is like a beacon blazing on a dark night: his stern voice, the way he handles Eiden so roughly, even now, making him wait. I don’t know why I find that so arousing. It is a little cruel, truth be told. The way Eiden stands with his shoulder’s back showcasing his broad chest and thick shoulders and the casual, familiar way that Nox strokes his cock, teasing him like he has every right.

And it very much seems that he does, that Eiden loves submitting to the dark-haired stag’s commands.

I am intrigued and a little jealous, and I experience a near-compelling need to drop to my knees if only Nox would notice me, too. It must be nice not to have to think, to give yourself over to someone who can make your heart pound and your body grow weak with need from no more than a word or glance.

Only they are clearly together, and I question everything. Maybe Eiden was only being nice to me in the bathing pool, like an extra special wash-massage that got a bit out of hand.

“Is this why Seven sent you with me? Because you love each other and are not interested in rutting me.”

I snap my mouth shut, instantly regretting that uncensored question when fresh flames engulf my cheeks.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Nox quirks one brow.

Eiden whimpers.

“Hush,” Nox strokes his hand down Eiden’s throat in a soothing gesture before turning back to me. “Why do you think I started this?” He resumes the teasing caress of Eiden’s cock, and I’m finding it very hard to focus on what he says. “Watching your pretty ass as you skipped over leaves was enough to bring any stag to his knees.” His stroking turns rougher, pre-cum begins to splatter to the ground, the scent making me swoon. “If I didn’t think Seven would rip my antlers off and feed them to me, I’d be ravishing you myself.”

Eiden suddenly groans, his hips buck, and he comes all over the forest floor.

I sway, dizzy, my body trembling, not from the water drying after my time in the lake, no from fierce arousal that I can feel trickling down the inside of my thighs.

“You like me?” I ask, lost in a daze.

“We do, oh, how we do,” Eiden says.

“And you like each other, too?”

Nox shrugs. “We do.”

“And do you ah…” Goodness, what exactly am I asking?

“Rut?” Nox asks bluntly. When I don’t deny it, he smirks. “For certain. Sometimes, it’s the only way to calm him down when he gets particularly unruly.” He indicates Eiden’s cock, which is still hard and weeping. “He is truly pitiful in his need.” He takes hold of Eiden’s cock and squeezes it in a way that looksfar too rough. “Just look at him. Absolutely no control. Your scent is every bit as compelling to me, but I am not seeding the forest floor.”

Poor Eiden looks wretched.

“Oh, please. He’s hurting. I cannot bear it. Please help him.”

Nox arches one brow. “You want me to fuck him?”

“Well, if he needs it?” I phrase it as a question. How did matters progress to this point?

“And you wish to watch?” Nox asks, his dark, intense gaze pinning me to the spot and making me feel breathless and squirmy.

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