The third orgasm rolled through her in waves. Not as explosive as the previous two, but deeper, longer, leaving her shaking.
Damian followed with a roar, and they collapsed together.
But still.....they weren’t done.
The next position was the Pretzel Dip.
Eve lay on her side. Silas positioned himself behind her, one of her legs hooked over his hip, the other stretched out. He pushed inside from behind, and the angle made them both groan.
"This lets get so deep," Silas said, starting to move. "And I can reach around and touch you while I fuck you."
His hand slid down her body, finding her oversensitive clit. Eve whimpered at the contact.
"Too much?"
"No," Eve managed. "Don’t stop."
Silas worked her with patient intensity, building her toward another orgasm despite her exhaustion. When it finally hit, it was soft but devastating, rolling through her in endless waves.
Silas followed shortly after, and they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs.
"Four," Damon said. "One more. Give us one more and then we’ll let you rest."
The final position was the Cowgirl’s Helper.
Damon lay on his back. Eve straddled him facing forward, but instead of supporting herself, Damian and Silas each gripped one of her arms, pulling her upright and controlling her movent.
"We do all the work," Damon explained. "You just feel it."
They lifted and lowered her in perfect synchronization, controlling the pace and depth. From this position, with her arms held and her body at their rcy, Eve could do nothing but surrender.
Damian’s free hand found her breast, squeezing and kneading. Silas’s mouth found her neck, biting gently.
The fifth orgasm built slowly, a gradual crescendo. When it finally crashed over her, Eve sobbed with the intensity of it.
Damon followed imdiately, and then they were all collapsing together in an exhausted heap.
Later....much later, after they’d cleaned up and were sprawled across the bed in various states of undress, Eve felt boneless and thoroughly satisfied.
"I can’t move," she announced. "I’m never moving again."
"You say that every ti," Silas pointed out with amusent.
"And every ti I an it." Eve burrowed deeper into the pillows. "Five orgasms. Five different positions. I’m going to feel this for a week."
"Good," Damian said, pulling her against his chest. "That’s the goal. Every ti you move tomorrow, you’ll rember exactly how proud we are of you."
"For interviewing three pack applicants?"
"For being an excellent Luna. For stepping into your role. For being strong and capable and absolutely perfect." Damon’s hand found hers. "You deserve to be celebrated."
"And thoroughly fucked into oblivion," Silas added.
Despite her exhaustion, Eve laughed. "Mission accomplished on that front."
They drifted off tangled together, and Eve’s last conscious thought was that this—this absolute certainty of being loved and cherished and celebrated—made everything else worthwhile.
***
POV: Maya
Maya woke to the feeling of being watched.
She opened her eyes to find Kai propped up on one elbow beside her, his hazel eyes tracking over her face with an intensity that made her breath catch.
"Morning," she said, her voice still rough with sleep.
"Morning." Kai’s hand ca up to trace her jaw gently. "You’re beautiful when you sleep. Did you know that?"
Maya felt heat creep up her neck. Even after weeks of being together, his casual complints still made her flutter. "You’re ridiculous."
"I’m honest." Kai leaned down and kissed her....slow and thorough and absolutely devastating. When he pulled back, Maya was breathless. "And I’ve been lying here for the past twenty minutes thinking about all the things I want to do to you."
"Oh?" Maya’s pulse kicked. "What kinds of things?"
"The kind that involve you screaming my na." Kai’s hand slid down her body, pushing the sheet away to reveal her naked skin. "The kind that leave you thoroughly satisfied and completely mine."
His fingers found her breast, circling her nipple until it hardened under his touch. Maya’s back arched instinctively.
"I want to taste every inch of you," Kai continued, his voice dropping to that low register that made her stomach clench. "Want to make you co so many tis you lose count. Want to remind you exactly who you belong to."
"I’m yours," Maya said, the words coming easily. "You know I’m yours."
"I do. But I like hearing it anyway." Kai’s mouth replaced his hand on her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. "Say it again."
"I’m yours," Maya gasped as his teeth scraped the sensitive peak. "Completely yours, Kai."
"Good girl."
He kissed his way down her body....taking his ti, exploring every curve and valley with his mouth. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he pushed her legs apart and settled between them with clear intent.
"I’m going to make you scream," Kai promised. "And I’m going to enjoy every second of it."
Then his mouth was on her, and Maya’s back arched off the bed.
Kai worked her with devastating skill....his tongue moving in patterns that made her gasp and squirm. He licked her in long, slow strokes from entrance to clit, taking his ti, savoring her.
"You taste incredible," Kai murmured against her. "Like honey and need. I could do this for hours."
He proved it by building her up slowly, thodically, bringing her right to the edge and then backing off. Over and over until Maya was trembling and desperate.
"Please," she sobbed. "Kai, please...."
"Please what?"
"Let co. Please let co."
"Not yet." He added two fingers, pumping them inside her while his tongue continued its assault on her clit. "Want you desperate first. Want you begging."
"I am begging...."
"Beg better."
Maya felt tears of frustration leak from her eyes. "Please, Kai. Please let co. I need it. Need you. Please...."
"Better." He curled his fingers, finding her g-spot, and increased the pressure on her clit. "Co. Right now. Let taste it."
The orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Maya’s scream was hoarse and broken, her whole body convulsing. Kai worked her through it, his touch gentling as the aftershocks faded.
When she could finally breathe again, Kai pulled back and climbed up her body. His mouth was glistening, his eyes dark with hunger.
"One," he said. "We’re just getting started."
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