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The door swings wider, and Nox steps into the gap. “Fuck yes, it’s a nest.” He folds his arms, radiating both menace and amusement. “Someone has been up to mischief.”

“Why didn’t you answer me,” Wolf demands, scowling as he rushes to the open door. “And why are you naked?”

Finally, Seven arrives. He takes in the state of my nest and glances over his shoulder, surveying the outer room before turning back to me with a raised brow. “Did you shift while we were out, little one?”

His tone is mild, but I am not falling for that.

“No.” I shake my head emphatically, although I’m sure my face is a picture of guilt.

“I never liked that vase,” Eiden says diplomatically.

“It was ugly,” Nox agrees.

“Priceless things usually are,” Seven says with a sigh.

“Blue was feeling playful,” I hedge, grimacing as the words leave my lips.

“It was not Blue,” Wolf says in his stern voice, which I know so well. “The nest is covered in little hoof-shaped indentations. You were told not to shift while alone. You have been very naughty, disobeying Seven and then lying about it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”

“I did not disobey him!”

“Oh?” Wolf says, narrowing his eyes. “Were you confused about what Seven said?”

This is a trick question. I should confess at this point and take my punishment, but I’m also feeling rebellious about their stupid rules about shifting.

“She was not confused,” Seven says. “She was sitting on my lap. I had just fucked her, and my cock was inside her when she looked me in the eyes and made her promise.”

Eiden moans weakly.

“Too much information,” Nox mutters, quirking a brow at Seven

“You said I could not shift in the garden.” I lift my nose in the air, belatedly realizing that I’m standing naked before four men, three of which likely have my punishment on their minds.

Nox chuckles. “The brat is worse than Eiden.”

“There is no need to bring me into this?” Eiden says defensively. “Also, she only wanted to shift and?—”

His words are cut off as Nox closes his fingers over the back of his throat. “Quiet, whelp, lest you join our sweet doe in punishment time. She left quite a trail of destruction and, worse, could have badly hurt herself. There is broken pottery everywhere.”

I swallow thickly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, that is a start,” Wolf says. “But I’ve no choice but to punish you, and given the severity, I believe your other mates should bear witness.”

Wolf

“No!” Fawn says, darting for the far side of her nest like she might escape this.

Her defiance is all too reminiscent of the very first time I spanked her bare bottom and when she tossed her pants and panties on the floor.

Not waiting to see what she will do next, I wade into the nest, box her in, and toss her over my shoulder.

“Oh, you beast!”

“Aye,” I agree. “I’m that, for sure.”

“Where do you want to do this?” Seven asks politely, deferring for a change as Fawn beats her small fists against my back and curses me out.

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