Damian absorbed that, turning it over in his mind. "What about you? What fills your cup?"
Eve considered the question. "Honestly? This. Talking with you. Being with you and Damon and Silas. Learning about my powers with Raphael. Spending ti with Maya and Vessa. The pack bonfire last night." She smiled. "I’m still figuring out who I am too. We can figure it out together."
"Together," Damian repeated, and the word felt like promise and anchor both.
The office door opened and Damon appeared, looking rumpled and annoyed. "You both left. Woke up to an empty bed and a very grumpy Silas."
"Sorry," Eve said, not sounding sorry at all.
Damon’s eyes tracked over them....Eve still wearing only Damian’s shirt, Damian’s hair mussed from her hands, the general state of satisfied dishevelnt they were both in. His expression shifted to knowing amusent.
"Had a good morning, did we?"
"Very good," Damian confird.
"Well, co back to bed. Silas is sulking and claiming you abandoned him." Damon’s grin was wicked. "We should probably make it up to him. Thoroughly."
Eve slid off the desk, wincing slightly. "I’m going to need a very long bath at so point."
"Later," Damon said, already reaching for her. "Much later."
Damian followed them back to the bedroom, and sothing in his chest felt lighter than it had in years. He didn’t have all the answers yet. Didn’t know exactly who Damian Blackwood was when he wasn’t fighting battles and protecting his pack from existential threats.
But he had ti to figure it out.
He had his brothers. His mate. His pack. His family.
And for the first ti since he was nineteen years old, that felt like enough.
They tumbled into the bedroom together to find Silas exactly where Damon had described...sprawled across the bed looking thoroughly put out.
"You all left," he said accusingly.
"Damian needed so air," Eve explained, climbing onto the bed. "And I needed to make sure he was okay."
"And Damon needed to find both of you," Damon added, stripping off his shirt. "So here we are. All together again. Crisis averted."
Silas’s eyes narrowed. "You had sex without ."
"We did," Damian confird, moving to the other side of the bed. "But we’re here now. And we have all morning. So stop sulking and co here."
Silas pulled Eve against him with perhaps more force than necessary, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was equal parts possessive and petulant. "Mine," he muttered against her lips. "Not allowed to have morning sex without ."
"Noted," Eve said, laughing. "Next ti we’ll wake you first."
"Good." Silas’s hands were already roaming over her body, mapping familiar territory. "Because I have plans for you this morning. Very specific plans."
"Oh?" Eve’s breath hitched as his hand slid between her thighs. "What kind of plans?"
"The kind where I make you co so many tis you forget how to speak," Silas said, his voice dropping to that low register that ant his careful control was slipping. "The kind where you’re so thoroughly satisfied that you can’t even think about leaving this bed for the rest of the day."
Damon stretched out beside them, his hand already wrapped around his cock. "I’m going to enjoy watching this."
Damian settled on Eve’s other side, his hand stroking her hair. "Show us, little brother. Show us what you can do."
Silas’s smile was sharp and promising. "With pleasure."
He started slow...maddeningly, deliberately slow. His mouth explored every inch of her body like he was mapping new territory, even though he’d touched her a thousand tis before. He found every sensitive spot, every place that made her gasp or squirm, and gave each one careful, thorough attention.
By the ti his mouth finally...finally...moved between her legs, Eve was already trembling with need.
"Please," she gasped. "Silas, please..."
"Shh." His breath was hot against her. "I said I had plans. Let work."
Then his tongue was on her, and Eve’s back arched off the bed.
Silas worked her with devastating precision, licking and sucking and using his fingers in combination with his mouth until Eve was convinced she was going to fly apart. He brought her right to the edge, then backed off, building the pleasure in waves that kept cresting higher without ever breaking.
"Silas," Eve sobbed. "Please, I need..."
"Not yet." His voice was rough. "One more ti. Build it higher."
Beside her, Damian’s hand found her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. Damon leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her desperate sounds.
When Silas finally....finally...let her co, the orgasm was so intense that Eve actually scread. Her whole body went rigid, pleasure crashing through her in waves that seed endless, and through it all Silas worked her gently, drawing out every aftershock.
Before she’d even caught her breath, Silas was moving up her body and pushing inside her in one smooth thrust.
"My turn," he said, and there was nothing gentle about the way he took her.
He set a brutal pace, each thrust deep and hard and perfectly angled. Eve’s hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist, and she held on as Silas fucked her with single-minded intensity.
"Mine," he growled. "Say it."
"Yours," Eve managed. "Yours, Silas, always..."
"Damn right."
He shifted his angle and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Eve’s second orgasm built fast and crashed over her hard, and she felt Silas follow with a groan that sounded like it had been torn from deep in his chest.
They collapsed together, both breathing hard.
"Fuck," Damon said from beside them. "That was hot."
"Your turn," Silas said without moving. "I’m not done with her, but you can have her mouth while I recover."
Eve made a sound that might have been protest or agreent...she honestly couldn’t tell anymore.
Damon grinned and moved to kneel beside her head. "Open up, beautiful."
Eve did, and the rest of the morning dissolved into heat and pleasure and the overwhelming sensation of being loved completely by three n who would never, ever let her go.
Hours later, when they were all thoroughly exhausted and sprawled across the bed in a tangle of limbs, Damian found himself watching his brothers and his mate with sothing like wonder.
This. This was who he wanted to be.
Not just the Alpha who protected them. Not just the strategist who kept them safe. But the man who got to love them. Who got to be loved by them. Who got to exist in monts like this....lazy and satisfied and completely at peace.
"Stop thinking so loud," Damon mumbled without opening his eyes.
"Can’t help it," Damian said.
"Try harder."
Eve stirred against Silas’s chest, her eyes opening to find Damian’s. "You okay?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah." And he ant it. "Yeah, I’m good."
"Good." She smiled and closed her eyes again. "Then shut up and let us sleep. We earned it."
Damian laughed and pulled the blanket over all of them.
For the first ti in twelve years, he let himself simply rest.
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