Page 69 of Fawn

“Hmm, it would seem she is,” Seven says. His fingers find the back of my neck, playing gently in my hair, soothing.

“I should like to sleep in my own bed tonight,” Seven says.

My ears prick up, although I am too languid to move.

“Understood,” Wolf replies.

“I think it would work best if you were also there,” Seven adds. “She will settle easier, being familiar with you. You are her Wolf, her protector.”

My heart skips a beat. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I’m sated and sleepy, and although my body is relaxed, an unmistakable pulse of interest kicks off in my core.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Fawn

At Seven’s insistence, I put some clothes on. This time, a floor-length gown in turquoise silk with silver embroidery along the neckline and hem. The looking glass I had at the cottage was small, old, and cracked. The one in Seven’s robe room is without a single blemish, large, ornate, and fitted to the wall—I can see the whole of me.

I have never seen myself in this way before and it comes as a shock.

My long, dark blonde hair is shiny and forms waves around my face and over my shoulders. My eyes are very large and dark brown; likewise, shine.

“You have your mama’s eyes,”my papa used to say. He always smiled when he did so.

I look like my mama, but when she was younger… if my mama were a princess.

What happened to the simple village lass with a wayward goat?

A sudden giggle escapes me… I hope Greta is not giving her new family any trouble. But then my smile fades, and a wave ofhomesickness washes over me. That time and place have gone, just as my parents have.

I miss them. Sometimes, the pain is sharp and raw, but more often, it is a dull ache. I take comfort knowing they are with the Goddess and watching over me, that this is the nature of life and all part of the wheel. One day, I will have a child or children, which is also part of life.

My hand settles over my flat belly. A family and a mate were never real before. Today, they are. I want that, I realize, a whole brood of little ones.

His scent arrives first, and I turn to find Wolf approaching me. His presence fills the robe room as his gaze centers on me. He prowls deeper, closer. His mere proximity ties my tummy in knots even though he is no longer a fanciful dream and now my mate. His tawny hair reaches his broad shoulders in shaggy waves, and his hair-dusted chest and belly are thick slabs of muscle disappearing behind the waist of his new leather pants. His human form is tall, even for a wolf shifter, and he carries himself with confidence borne of his many years as a pack enforcer. The little crinkles at the corner of his blue eyes speak of his maturity.

Everything about him is beautiful to me.

He cups my cheek and presses his lips to mine.

My heart plays giddy up as I consider what he just watched Seven do to me. My arms wrap around his neck, and I lean into him.

The kiss deepens, his lips moving hungrily over mine, our tongues dueling.

He rumbles a purr deep in his chest and suddenly hoists me up. My back collides with the looking glass, my legs wrapping around his waist. He flattens his body to mine, pinning me against the cool surface, and palms my breast through the silken covering—my nipple instantly peaks.

“I want you,” he rumbles, lips trailing down my throat. “Want to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Are you sore?”

“Please, yes. I’m not too sore.”

He nips against my throat and squeezes my nipple, making a sweet ache bloom. His hand slides down, tugging my dress aside before he fumbles between us to free his belt. Two thick fingers slide over my core. He huffs against my throat, finding me slick and wet. Then he lines his cock up and thrusts deep.

My back arches.

He shifts his hands to my ass, taking a better hold, then takes me hard and fast.

“Did you like his hands on you?” he growls. Each pounding stroke stimulates my already sensitive clit. “Is that why you’re so wet, my needy little brat?”

I mewl nonsense. His scent, Seven’s earlier attention, and what happened with Eiden and Nox earlier still conspire to have my body primed and eager. Tension racks me as I teeter closer to the summit, and then I tumble into bliss, my pussy squeezing lovingly over his hard, thrusting cock.

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