Heat flooded through Eve. The risk of it....the absolute insanity of doing this here, in the heart of the Seraphim Court, minutes before she had to return to formal session.....made it sohow more intense.
"Yes," she breathed. "But fast. We really do have to be back...."
"We know." Damon was already lifting her gown, his hands sliding between her legs. "This is just to take the edge off. The real celebration cos later."
They took her quickly and efficiently....Damian bending her over the desk while Damon kept watch at the door and Silas made sure she stayed quiet with his mouth over hers.
When they finished, Eve was thoroughly satisfied and slightly disheveled. Her mates helped her put herself back together, fixing her hair and straightening her gown until she looked presentable again.
"Better?" Damian asked, his eyes tracking over her with satisfaction.
"Much better." Eve checked her appearance in the mirror. "Though now I have to go back out there and pretend I didn’t just...."
"They’ll never know," Silas assured her. "You look perfect. Every inch the Queen."
"A Queen who just got thoroughly fucked by her mates," Damon added with a grin.
"Not helping."
But when they returned to the Conclave chamber and Eve took her seat on the throne, she felt invincible.
Let them test her. Let them question her authority.
She knew exactly who she was and what she was capable of.
And if they pushed too hard, she’d remind them why they’d bent to her will in the first place.
The afternoon session focused on dispute resolution....several cases that had arisen under the new structure requiring Conclave diation.
Eve listened carefully to each case, asked clarifying questions, and helped guide the discussion toward fair resolutions. This was what the reform was supposed to accomplish....collaborative problem-solving instead of autocratic decree.
By the ti they adjourned for the day, significant progress had been made.
"Excellent work, everyone," Astrid said as the session ended. "Sa ti tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," Eve confird.
The faction leaders filed out, and Eve finally let herself relax slightly.
"One day down," she said to her mates. "Two more to go."
"You were magnificent," Silas said. "Authoritative without being tyrannical. Collaborative without being weak. Exactly what a good monarch should be."
"I’m learning." Eve stood and stretched. "Now can we please go back to our suite so I can get out of this dress and into sothing that doesn’t require a team of people to put on?"
"We can do better than that," Damian said, his eyes going dark. "We can get you out of that dress and into absolutely nothing at all."
Heat spiked through Eve’s exhaustion. "Is sex all you three think about?"
"When it cos to you? Yes," Damon said unrepentantly. "Now co on. We have plans for you tonight. Very detailed, very thorough plans."
Eve let them guide her out of the Conclave chamber, and despite her exhaustion, anticipation was already building.
Being Queen was exhausting.
But being claid by her mates afterward?
That made everything else worthwhile.
***
The mont the suite door closed behind them, Damian had Eve pressed against it.
His mouth claid hers with bruising intensity....all the control he’d maintained during the Conclave session finally breaking. His hands were already working the intricate fastenings of her formal gown, cursing under his breath at the complexity.
"Too many fucking buttons," Damian muttered against her lips.
"Then rip it," Eve gasped.
She felt Damian’s smile against her mouth. "Gladly."
He gripped the back of her gown and pulled. Fabric tore with a satisfying sound, buttons scattering across the floor, and suddenly Eve was standing in nothing but her undergarnts and the formal jewelry still draped around her neck.
"Better," Damian said, his eyes tracking over her hungrily. "But still too many clothes."
Damon appeared behind her, his hands sliding around to unhook her bra with practiced efficiency. "Allow ."
The bra joined the ruined gown on the floor. Damon’s hands imdiately found her breasts, kneading and squeezing, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard and aching.
"Do you know what it’s like," Damon said in her ear, his voice rough, "sitting through hours of political discussion while all I can think about is getting you alone? Getting you naked? Making you scream?"
"I have so idea," Eve managed, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Since I was thinking the sa thing."
"Were you?" Damian’s hand slid down her stomach, finding the edge of her panties. "Were you sitting on that throne thinking about us? About what we’d do to you once we got you alone?"
"Yes."
"What specifically?" His fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding her already wet. "Tell what you were thinking about."
Eve’s breath caught as his fingers found her clit. "I was thinking about....about your mouth. About Silas’s hands. About Damon inside ....."
"Good girl," Damian murmured, his fingers circling her clit with maddening lightness. "Such a good girl, sitting there being the perfect Queen while your pussy was getting wet thinking about your mates."
Silas appeared with what looked like the formal crimson rope they’d seen in one of the Court’s ceremonial chambers. Eve’s eyes widened.
"What...."
"Trust us," Silas said, his voice dark with promise. "We’re going to make you feel incredible. But first....." He held up the rope. "We’re going to make sure you can’t do anything except take what we give you."
Heat flooded through Eve. "You want to tie up?"
"We want to worship you properly," Damian corrected. "And that ans you don’t get to rush us or direct us or do anything except feel. Understand?"
Eve nodded, her mouth suddenly dry.
They moved her to the bed with careful coordination. Silas worked the rope with expert precision....not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that Eve couldn’t move her arms. He secured her wrists above her head, tied to the headboard, then stepped back to admire his work.
"Perfect," Silas said. "Absolutely perfect."
Eve lay spread out on the bed, naked except for the ceremonial jewelry still around her neck, her arms bound above her head, completely at their rcy.
She’d never felt more vulnerable or more desired in her life.
Damian knelt beside the bed and pulled her legs apart. "Now. We’re going to take our ti with you. And you’re going to lie there and let us. No rushing. No demanding. Just feel what we’re giving you."
Then his mouth was on her pussy, and Eve’s back arched off the bed.
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