From this angle he was impossibly deep. Eve’s head fell back against his shoulder as he started to move....long, thorough strokes that hit every nerve ending.
"Watch," Damian ordered, turning her face toward the mirror across the room.
Eve’s eyes widened. She could see everything...could see herself impaled on Damian’s cock, could see the way her body accepted him, could see Damon and Silas watching with dark, hungry eyes.
"See how perfect you are?" Damian murmured in her ear, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm. "See how well you take ? How beautiful you are when you’re being fucked?"
Eve couldn’t look away from the mirror. Couldn’t stop watching herself being claid.
Damon appeared beside them and slid his fingers between her legs, finding her clit. The added stimulation made Eve cry out.
"That’s it," Damon encouraged. "Let us hear you. No one here to care how loud you get."
His fingers worked her clit in circles while Damian’s cock drove deep, and Eve felt herself climbing toward release impossibly fast.
"Co," Damian ordered. "Right now. Let feel it."
The orgasm crashed over her like a wave....intense and all-consuming. Eve scread, her whole body convulsing, and she felt Damian pulse inside her as he followed her over.
Before she’d caught her breath, Silas was pulling her off Damian and positioning her on her hands and knees.
"My turn," he said, his voice rough with need.
He slamd inside her in one brutal thrust that made Eve’s arms nearly give out. From this angle he was devastating....hitting spots that made her see stars.
Silas set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her forward. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place while he claid her thoroughly.
"Missed this," Silas groaned. "Missed being inside you. Missed making you scream."
Eve couldn’t form words. Could only hold on as he pounded into her with relentless intensity.
Damon appeared in front of her, already hard again, and guided her mouth to him. The dual sensation....Silas fucking her from behind while she pleasured Damon with her mouth....was overwhelming.
"Look at you," Damon said, his hand gentle in her hair. "Taking both of us. So perfect for us."
Silas’s pace increased, each thrust harder than the last. Eve felt another orgasm building, impossible but inevitable.
"Touch yourself," Silas ordered. "Make yourself co on my cock."
Eve’s hand slid between her legs, finding her oversensitive clit. Just the brush of her fingers made her whimper around Damon’s cock.
"That’s it," Silas encouraged. "Co for . Now."
The second orgasm tore through her with devastating force. Eve’s scream was muffled by Damon’s cock, and she felt both of them follow her over....Silas pulsing inside her while Damon spilled in her mouth.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, all breathing hard.
"Not done yet," Damon said after a mont.
They took her again. And again. Finding new positions, new combinations, new ways to make her fall apart.
Damon had her riding him while Damian’s hands road over her body. Damian bent her over the edge of the bed and took her from behind while Silas’s mouth worked her breasts. Silas pulled her into his lap and made love to her slowly while his brothers watched.
By the ti they finally let her rest, Eve had lost count of how many tis she’d co. She was boneless and thoroughly satisfied and convinced she’d never move again.
"Welco ho," Damian murmured, pulling her against his chest.
Eve laughed breathlessly. "This isn’t ho. Ho is the estate."
"Ho is wherever we are," Silas corrected. "Wherever the four of us are together. That’s ho."
The words settled over Eve with warmth.
He was right. Ho wasn’t a place. It was them. This bond. This love. This absolute certainty that she belonged exactly where she was.
"I love you," Eve said to all of them. "So much."
"We love you too," Damon said, already half-asleep. "Our perfect Queen."
Eve smiled and let exhaustion pull her under.
***
The next three days passed in a blur of etings and negotiations and political maneuvering.
Eve handled it all with growing confidence. The throne’s power seed to have permanently enhanced her abilities....she could read people better, sense their intentions, know instinctively when soone was lying or trying to manipulate her.
The Court respected her. Feared her, maybe. But respected her absolutely.
And every night, her mates reminded her that beneath the crown and the title and the political power, she was still just Eve.
Still theirs.
Still loved.
On their last night at the Court, Eve stood on the balcony of their suite looking out over the sprawling supernatural city below.
"Ready to go ho?" Damian asked, appearing beside her.
"So ready." Eve leaned into him. "This is important. I know it is. But it’s not where I want to be."
"Where do you want to be?"
"The estate. With the pack. With you and Damon and Silas. With Maya and Vessa, Catherina, Elena and Raphael. With family." She paused. "That’s where I belong."
"Then let’s go ho," Damian said simply.
The portal opened the next morning directly into the Blackwood estate’s entrance hall.
Eve stepped through and imdiately felt the difference. The air was cleaner. The energy was warr. The space felt like safety and belonging.
"Ho," she breathed.
Maya ca running down the stairs and threw her arms around Eve. "You’re back! How was it? Did you terrify them? Please tell you terrified them."
Eve laughed. "A little bit. The throne activated so kind of ancestral power thing. It was intense."
"That’s amazing! You have to tell everything."
They walked toward the sitting room together, Maya chattering excitedly about preparations for her transformation ceremony, and Eve felt peace settle over her.
This. This was where she belonged.
Not on a throne in the Seraphim Court. Here. With her people. With her family.
The Court was her responsibility. But this was her ho.
And there was a difference.
That night, wrapped in her mates’ arms in their own bed, Eve felt complete.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"For what?" Silas asked.
"For reminding who I am. For making sure I don’t lose myself in the politics and power." Eve turned to look at each of them. "For being ho."
"Always," Damian said, kissing her forehead. "We’re always ho. Wherever you are."
And surrounded by love, Eve let herself drift into the most peaceful sleep she’d had in days.
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