MONDAY AFTERNOON
Eve stood outside Damian’s study, her hand hovering over the door handle.
She’d checked her bracelet three tis in the last ten minutes. Yellow. Definitely yellow. She needed to feed....her hunger had been building for the past hour, that familiar pull in her core demanding satisfaction.
But she knew the brothers were in an important eting. A video conference with alphas from three neighboring packs, discussing territorial boundaries and resource sharing agreents. Damian had ntioned it this morning....said it could take hours, that it was critical pack business that couldn’t be postponed.
Eve had planned to wait. To deal with the hunger until they were done.
But her body had other ideas. The yellow on her bracelet was darkening toward orange, her skin beginning to shimr faintly with that telltale glow. If she waited much longer, she’d be in actual danger.
They said to never let it get to orange, Eve reminded herself. They said pack business can wait. That nothing is more important than keeping fed.
She took a breath and knocked softly.
"Co in," Damian’s voice called.
Eve opened the door and imdiately saw the setup. Damian sat at his desk, laptop open with a video conference in progress. Damon and Silas were positioned on either side, all three brothers in professional mode....suits, serious expressions, alpha authority radiating from every gesture.
On the screen, Eve could see three other alphas....two males and one female....all looking equally professional and focused.
All three brothers’ eyes snapped to her the mont she entered. And she saw the imdiate shift....from professional alphas conducting business to mates recognizing their female’s need.
"Gentlen, lady," Damian said smoothly to the screen, "we need a five-minute break. Technical difficulties. We’ll resu shortly."
"But we haven’t finished discussing the northern...." one of the alphas started.
"Five minutes," Damian repeated, his voice allowing no argunt. He muted the audio and turned off the video, though the call remained connected.
"I’m sorry," Eve said imdiately, seeing all three of them stand. "I know this is important. I tried to wait, but...." She gestured to her bracelet, now definitely showing dark yellow bordering on orange.
"Don’t apologize," Damian said, already moving. But instead of approaching her, he moved to a chair positioned off to the side..pletely out of cara range. "Co here."
"Damian, you have a eting...." Eve started.
"The eting can wait," Damian said firmly. "You can’t. Now co here before that bracelet turns orange and we have a real ergency."
Eve moved toward him, her body already responding to his presence, to the promise of satisfaction. "But the other alphas..."
"Will wait," Silas said. "Or they won’t. Either way, you’re more important."
Damian pulled Eve onto his lap, positioning her to straddle him. His hands were already pushing up her dress, finding her already wet and ready.
"We’re doing this here?" Eve asked, even as her body arched into his touch. "While they’re waiting on the call?"
"They’re muted. Cara’s off. They won’t see or hear anything," Damian said, freeing his cock with practiced efficiency. "And you need to feed. So yes, we’re doing this here. Now."
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust up in one smooth, powerful motion.
Eve’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he filled her completely....all thirteen inches driving deep, stretching her, claiming her. She barely managed to muffle the sound by pressing her face into his shoulder.
"That’s it," Damian murmured against her ear, his hips already moving in a steady rhythm. "Take what you need. Feed while I work."
"Work?" Eve gasped. "You’re not seriously going to...."
Damian reached over and unmuted the audio, turning the cara back on. His expression instantly shifted back to professional alpha, even though his cock was buried deep inside his mate, even though his hips were moving in subtle thrusts that Eve felt in her soul.
"My apologies," Damian said smoothly to the screen. "Technical issue resolved. Where were we?"
Eve bit down on his shoulder....hard....to keep from making any sound. Damian’s pace was relentless, each thrust hitting deep, but his upper body remained completely still. To anyone watching the video, he just looked like an alpha sitting calmly in his chair, listening to the discussion.
They had no idea he was fucking his mate while conducting pack business.
"The northern boundary," the female alpha said. "We were discussing resource allocation...."
"Right," Damon picked up, his eyes flicking to Eve briefly before returning to the screen. "We propose a 60-40 split of the hunting rights, weighted in favor of the Blackwood pack given our larger population."
Damian’s thrusts increased slightly in pace....not enough to be obvious, but enough that Eve had to bite down harder on his shoulder to keep from crying out. Her body was already building toward orgasm, her succubus nature feeding greedily on his energy.
"That seems fair," one of the male alphas agreed. "Though we’d like to discuss the fishing rights as well...."
Eve’s hands clutched Damian’s shoulders, her nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit. She was so close, the pleasure building to impossible levels, but she couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t let the other alphas know what was happening just off-screen.
Damian’s hand slid between them, finding her clit and circling with devastating precision. That was it....that was all she could take.
Eve ca silently, her mouth still pressed against Damian’s shoulder, her teeth sinking into his flesh even through the fabric. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, golden light pulsing from her skin....but carefully contained, not bright enough to reflect on cara.
Damian’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, the only sign that he was feeling her orgasm, that her body clenching around him was affecting him. But his voice remained perfectly steady.
"The fishing rights can be negotiated separately," he said, his hips still moving, still claiming Eve even as he discussed pack politics. "I propose we table that discussion for next week and focus on finalizing the hunting agreent today."
"Agreed," the female alpha said.
The discussion continued for another twenty minutes. Twenty minutes during which Damian kept fucking Eve with subtle, relentless thrusts. Twenty minutes during which Eve ca twice more, each ti biting down on his shoulder to muffle her cries. Twenty minutes during which she fed on his energy, her bracelet gradually shifting from orange back to yellow, then to green.
Silas and Damon conducted most of the discussion, giving Damian space to focus on Eve. They covered for him when his voice wavered slightly, when his breathing beca slightly heavier, when his professional mask slipped for just a second.
Finally.....finally.....the eting concluded.
"Excellent," the female alpha said. "I’ll have my team draft the formal agreent and send it over by end of week."
"Perfect," Damon said. "We’ll review and respond within three business days."
"Until next ti," one of the male alphas said.
The mont the call disconnected, the mont the screen went dark, Damian’s control shattered.
He stood, still buried inside Eve, and slamd her down onto his desk. Papers scattered, his laptop barely avoided falling to the floor, but Damian didn’t care.
"Can’t hold back anymore," he growled, his pace becoming brutal. "Needed to fuck you properly. Needed to claim you without having to stay silent."
"Yes," Eve gasped, finally able to make noise, finally able to scream the way her body demanded. "Harder. Please, Damian, harder....."
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