Eve whimpered....barely audible, and Silas’s hand ca up to cover her mouth gently.
"Shh. Not a sound. Or we stop."
The threat of stopping was worse than the effort of staying quiet. Eve nodded against his hand.
Silas increased his pace slightly, each thrust deeper than the last. Eve could feel the orgasm building, could feel herself getting close....
"I think we should take a brief five-minute break," Damon announced suddenly. "Bio break. Back in five?"
The other pack leaders agreed, and video feeds started clicking off.
The mont they were alone, Silas removed his hand from Eve’s mouth and increased his pace dramatically.
"Co," he ordered. "Right now. You’ve earned it."
Eve ca with a scream that would have been heard across the entire estate if the video feeds had still been active. Her whole body convulsed, clenching around Silas, and she felt him follow her over with a groan.
They stayed locked together for a mont, both breathing hard.
"That’s one," Damon said, appearing beside them. "Three more to go before this eting ends. Think you can handle it?"
"Yes," Eve gasped.
"Good. Because it’s my turn now, and I’m not planning to be gentle."
When the video feeds reconnected five minutes later, Eve was positioned differently.
She was bent over the side of the bed, the part that wasn’t visible on cara.....with Damon behind her. His hand was clamped over her mouth, and he was already inside her, moving with steady, devastating thrusts.
On screen, Damian was back in the chair handling the eting. "Now, regarding the tiline for implentation..."
Damon’s pace was brutal....hard and fast and absolutely relentless. Each thrust drove Eve forward, and only his hand covering her mouth kept her from crying out.
"This feels incredible," Damon murmured directly in her ear, too quiet for the microphone. "Fucking you while they have no idea. Claiming you right under their noses. You love this, don’t you? Love being our perfect, quiet little secret."
Eve could only nod desperately.
His free hand slid around to find her clit, circling it with ruthless precision. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, his cock hitting deep while his fingers worked her clit.
On screen, soone was asking about dispute resolution chanisms. Silas had taken over responding, his voice perfectly calm and professional while Eve was being thoroughly ravaged just off-cara.
"I think we need clear escalation protocols," Silas was saying. "Starting at the local pack level and moving up to territorial leadership if necessary..."
Damon’s pace increased. His hand on her mouth tightened as Eve’s moans got louder.
"Co," he whispered in her ear. "Co right now while they talk about protocols and procedures and have no fucking idea what we’re doing to you."
The orgasm crashed over Eve like a wave. Her whole body went rigid, her scream completely muffled by Damon’s hand. She felt him pulse inside her seconds later.
When he pulled out, Eve nearly collapsed. Damian caught her smoothly, helping her into the chair beside the desk....still out of cara range.
"You okay?" he mouthed.
Eve nodded, still trembling.
On screen, the discussion had moved to enforcent chanisms. Damon had taken over, looking completely composed while Eve knew he’d just been fucking her senseless thirty seconds ago.
Then she felt hands....Damian’s hands....pulling her legs apart. He knelt between them, out of cara range, and put his mouth on her.
Eve’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle her gasp.
Damian worked her with his tongue while continuing to participate in the eting, his voice only slightly muffled. "I think we need to consider regional variation in enforcent approaches..."
His tongue circled her clit with maddening precision. Eve’s free hand fisted in his hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away because it was too much, too intense.
"Agreed," one of the Northern pack leaders said. "What works in urban territories might not work in rural areas..."
Damian slid two fingers inside her while his mouth continued its assault on her clit. Eve bit down on her own hand to keep from screaming.
She ca hard and fast, her whole body convulsing. Damian worked her through it, his fingers gentling as the aftershocks faded.
When he pulled back, his mouth was glistening. He stood smoothly and returned to the screen, seamlessly rejoining the conversation while Eve sat boneless in the chair trying to rember how to breathe.
The eting lasted exactly one hour.
By the ti the video feeds finally disconnected, Eve had co four tis and been thoroughly claid by all three of her mates.
She lay sprawled across the bed, completely naked and thoroughly exhausted, while her mates looked barely rumpled.
"That was productive," Damon said cheerfully, closing the laptop. "Good eting."
"Very productive," Damian agreed, his eyes tracking over Eve’s satisfied form. "We should do virtual etings more often."
"Absolutely not," Eve managed weakly. "I can’t....I need at least a week to recover before we do that again."
Silas laughed and settled on the bed beside her, pulling her against his chest. "You did so well. Stayed so quiet. We’re very proud of you."
"I nearly scread approximately seventeen tis."
"But you didn’t. That’s what matters." Damon stretched out on her other side. "Though I have to say, the look on your face when you were trying not to make noise while I was inside you? Absolutely priceless."
"You’re all terrible," Eve said, but she was smiling.
"And you love us anyway." Damian joined them on the bed, completing their tangle of limbs.
"Unfortunately, yes."
They lay there in comfortable silence for a while. Then Eve’s stomach growled loudly.
"Food," she announced. "I need food. And possibly a bath. And definitely at least an hour where nobody touches ."
"We can arrange that," Silas said. "After lunch, though, all bets are off."
Eve laughed and let them pull her out of bed. "I’m going to regret asking this, but....did anyone on the call actually suspect anything?"
"Not a thing," Damian said with satisfaction. "We’re excellent at multitasking."
"Apparently." Eve shook her head. "Virtual etings are never going to be the sa again."
"Good," Damon said. "That was the goal."
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