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Seven clears his throat.

“Don’t worry about it,” Wolf says, surprising me when I hear the smile in his voice. “Also, you should understand that your doe, while distinct, is also you, just a less inhibited side of you.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Eiden

Wolf has just told Fawn bluntly that she is a complete hussy.

Her cheeks are bright pink, and her eyes go from Wolf to Seven, to Nox, to me.

“Nicely handled,” Nox drawls.

I glare at him and rise, daring him to interfere. He merely leans back on the couch and watches. Seven offers me the slightest incline of his head.

I’m not bold in my human form, but I will be for her. Jude has already indicated I could care for her, and she very much needs some gentle aftercare, not a damn wolf with all the finesse of a bull.

“I’ll take her to her nest,” I say.

Wolf kisses the top of her head and hands her over without a word.

My hands shake as I stride out of the lounge and into the nest.

A nest—made with love. A safe place that she can call her own and where we might tend her should she choose.

I stop at the doorway, overcome by emotion. The blind is open a small way, letting enough light in to add ambiance. I never felt the desire to make a nest, even though it is normal for male omegas to make them and to present them to their lovers for approval… or so I found out after I arrived here. “May I?”

She blinks up at me, confused before a smile breaks out on her face. “Oh, yes. Of course.”

I step inside and lower her to her feet. Then I slip off my shoes and set them in the closet space just inside the door. When I turn around, I find her standing on the edge of the sunken mattress. My eyes go straight to her pink bottom.

Gods. The memory of him putting her over his knee and spanking her, her twitching, the way the blush bloomed, and her tears when she finally released had me squirming in my seat and damn near panting. I understand the need to let go. Although Nox goes about it in more extreme ways with me, ones I very much need, the result is the same.

I felt every clap of Jude’s hand against her perfect flesh. Nox, likely sensing my inner conflict while watching, kept a tight hold on the back of my neck.

He didn’t need to. While my human omega side enjoyed the mastery—my stag applauded it.

I’m on edge and feeling extremely needy, so I elect to leave my pants on until I know what she wants from me.

The nest might have been beautiful once, but as Wolf pointed out, the blankets and silk sheets are covered in dozens of tiny hoof indents.

She had quite the game in here. I’d have loved to have seen her up to her mischief.

My amusement fades, and sharp pride takes its place. This is Fawn’s nest. Even in this disarray, it is the most amazing nest I have ever seen.

“Would you like to help me fix it?” she asks, glancing at me under her lashes. “It would help to distract me from what Wolf just said.” She lifts her nose in the air. “And shut the door, please. He assuredly does not have permission to enter my nest.”

I smirk at Jude’s expense. “Of course.”

We strip the nest of everything, and then she begins remaking it. I hold back, but she soon asks my opinion on placement and colors, and before I know it, I’m kneeling in the middle, fluffing a pillow and thinking how pretty Fawn’s hair will look spread across it.

My emotions bounce around all over the place, but the act of making the nest is cathartic. It represents the final disconnect between that other terrible place and where I am now.

Feeling her study, I turn to find her watching me with a smile.

“I like you in my nest,” she says. “You may enter whenever you choose.”

A heavy, stingy pressure builds at the back of my eyes. I have fallen for her a thousand times since we first met, but those words, her acceptance, have me falling all over again. “Time to clean up, little doe.”

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