"You have no idea," Damian panted, "how many nights I’ve lain in this bed listening to you breathe and wanted to do exactly this. How many tis I’ve had to leave the room because I couldn’t trust myself not to claim you right then regardless of the consequences."
His hand slid between their bodies and found her clit, and the added stimulation made Eve’s inner walls clench around him. Damian swore creatively and thrust harder.
"Co for again," he ordered, his voice ragged. "Co on my cock. Now."
The third orgasm wasn’t a wave. It was a detonation. Eve’s entire body went rigid as pleasure exploded through her, whiting out thought, stealing breath, reducing her to nothing but sensation. She felt Damian follow her over a heartbeat later, felt him bury himself to the hilt and pulse inside her as he ca with a groan that sounded like it had been torn from sowhere deep in his chest.
They stayed locked together for a long mont, both breathing hard, both trembling slightly with aftershocks. Then Damian carefully withdrew and rolled to the side, pulling her against his chest.
"That’s one," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "We’re not even close to done."
Eve had barely caught her breath when the bedroom door opened.
She turned her head to find Damon leaning against the doorfra, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He was already shirtless, and the sight of him....all lean muscle and lazy confidence, made her pulse kick despite her exhaustion.
"You started without us," Damon observed, his eyes tracking over her flushed skin, the marks Damian had left on her neck, the way she was still trembling slightly. "Rude."
"You were taking too long," Damian replied without a hint of apology.
"I was making coffee." Damon pushed off the doorfra and prowled toward the bed with predatory grace. "Thought our Queen might need sustenance for what we have planned."
"Coffee can wait," Silas said from behind him.
Eve’s eyes found him in the doorway. Quieter than his brothers. Watching her with an intensity that made her skin heat all over again despite everything that had just happened.
"Can it?" Damon asked, glancing back at his youngest brother.
"Yes." Silas’s voice was flat. Final. His eyes never left Eve. "I’ve waited long enough."
The authority in those words, from Silas, who was usually so careful about not asserting dominance over his brothers, made sothing clench low in Eve’s belly. She saw the way Damian’s eyebrows rose slightly, saw the way Damon’s smirk widened.
"Well then," Damon said, turning back to the bed. "Far be it from to stand in the way of true love."
He climbed onto the mattress with feline grace, and Eve suddenly beca very aware that she was naked and still sensitive and surrounded by three very large, very intent werewolves who had apparently decided that today was the day they stopped holding back.
Damon’s hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face toward him. "How are you feeling?"
"I..." Eve’s voice ca out rougher than she intended. "Good. Really good."
"Good isn’t good enough." His thumb traced her bottom lip. "We’re aiming for transcendent."
Then he kissed her.
Where Damian’s kisses were possession and demand, Damon’s were seduction. He took his ti, coaxing her lips open, exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that made her forget to breathe. His hand slid into her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, and Eve lted into it without conscious thought.
When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and her breathing was unsteady.
"Better," Damon murmured. "But we’re still just getting started."
He urged her onto her hands and knees, positioning her in the center of the bed, and Eve’s heart began to pound as she realized what was about to happen. Damon settled in front of her, his cock level with her face, while behind her she felt Silas’s hands on her hips.
"We’re going to take care of you," Silas said quietly, his thumbs stroking soothing circles on her skin. "All of us. Together. The way it should have been weeks ago."
Eve nodded, not trusting her voice.
Damon’s hand guided her mouth to him, and she opened willingly, taking him in as deep as she could manage. The taste of him flooded her senses....salt and musk and sothing uniquely Damon, and above her she heard his breath catch.
"Fuck, Eve," he groaned. "Your mouth..."
Behind her, Silas entered her in one smooth thrust that made her moan around Damon’s cock. The vibration made Damon swear again, his hand tightening in her hair.
Then they found their rhythm.
Silas set a steady, devastating pace, each thrust driving her forward onto Damon, and the dual sensation was overwhelming in the best possible way. Eve felt claid from both sides, felt completely surrounded and possessed and cherished all at once.
"Look at you," Damon said, his voice strained with pleasure and restraint. "Taking both of us so perfectly. Like you were made for this."
Silas’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace increasing, and Eve felt the familiar coil of pleasure beginning to build again despite the fact that she’d already co three tis. It seed impossible. Her body should be exhausted. But instead she was climbing toward another peak, drawn there by the relentless rhythm and the heat of having both of them inside her at once.
"She’s close," Silas said, and there was wonder in his voice. "I can feel it. She’s going to co again."
"Good," Damon managed. "Want to feel it when she does."
Silas changed his angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside her with every thrust. Eve’s entire body went taut, the pleasure building so fast it was almost frightening, and when Silas’s hand ca around to circle her clit she shattered completely.
The orgasm tore through her with devastating force, making her whole body shake, making her inner walls clamp down around Silas like a vice.
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