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Before she could process that, Damian pulled his fingers out and Damon took his place between her legs. His mouth was on her before she could catch her breath, licking and sucking with even less rcy than his brother.
"Wait," Eve gasped, oversensitive and overwheld. "I need....I need a minute...."
"No breaks," Damian said, his hand replacing Damon’s on her breast. "You co as many tis as we decide. And we’re not satisfied yet."
Eve’s protest died as Damon’s tongue did sothing that made her see stars. Her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair. She didn’t know if she was pulling him closer or pushing him away.
He took it as encouragent, doubling his efforts. Within minutes, she was climbing again, impossibly fast. Her body was hypersensitive, every touch amplified.
"That’s it," Damian encouraged. "Give us another one."
"I can’t," Eve sobbed, even as her body proved her wrong. "It’s too much...."
"You can," Silas’s voice was firm. "Your body is capable of so much more than you know. We’re going to show you exactly how much."
Damon added his fingers to his mouth, and the dual sensation pushed her over the edge again. This orgasm was different...sharper, almost painful in its intensity.
She scread, her body arching so hard she thought she might break.
When she finally ca down, she was crying. Not from pain, but from overwhelming sensation. From the complete loss of control.
"Two," Damon said with satisfaction, wiping his mouth as he pulled back.
"Please," Eve whimpered. "Please, no more. I can’t..."
"You can," Damian interrupted. "And you will. But we’ll give you a mont."
He gathered her into his arms with surprising gentleness, cradling her against his chest. His hand stroked her hair while she trembled and gasped for breath.
"You’re doing so well," he murmured. "Better than we expected."
Damon lay beside her, his hand resting possessively on her hip. "Most won tap out after two. But you’re stronger than that, aren’t you?"
Eve didn’t feel strong. She felt demolished. Completely undone.
But she also felt... alive. More alive than she’d ever felt in her life.
"Look at us," Silas commanded, and Eve lifted her tear-stained face.
All three brothers were watching her with expressions of dark satisfaction. They were still fully clothed while she was completely naked and wrecked. The power imbalance was stark.
"This is just the beginning," Damian said. "Just a taste of what the next six months will be like. Can you handle it?"
Eve thought about her mother. About the treatnt starting Monday. About the fact that she’d already co twice and her body was sohow already responding to their touches again, craving more despite the overwhelming intensity.
"Yes," she said, her voice hoarse. "I can handle it."
Damian’s smile was cold and approving. "We’ll see. Because that was the gentle introduction. Now cos the real test."
He released her and stood, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Damon and Silas followed suit, stripping with efficient movents.
Eve’s eyes widened as their bodies were revealed.....all hard muscle and tattoos and scars that told stories of violence. They were beautiful and terrifying in equal asure.
And they were all hard, their cocks thick and intimidating.
Her earlier confidence wavered.
"Don’t worry," Damon said, catching her expression. "We’ll fit. Your body was made to take us."
Damian climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. "Tonight, we won’t take you together. That cos later, when you’re ready. Tonight, we take turns. Get you used to each of us individually."
He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider. "And we find out if you really can handle what we give you."
His cock pressed against her entrance, and even though she was wet and ready, the size of him made her tense.
"Breathe," Silas instructed, his hand cupping her face. "Don’t fight it. Accept it."
Damian pushed inside with one slow, relentless thrust.
Eve’s cry was half pain, half pleasure. He was huge, stretching her beyond what she’d thought possible. For a mont, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel impossibly full.
"Fuck," Damian groaned, his control slipping for the first ti. "So tight. So perfect."
He held still, giving her ti to adjust. But Damon’s hand found her clit, circling with practiced precision, and suddenly the burn transford into sothing else.
"That’s it," Damon encouraged. "Let your body adjust. It knows what to do."
When Damian finally started moving, Eve thought she might die from the sensation. Each thrust hit sothing deep inside her that made her vision blur.
"Look at how well you take him," Silas murmured, his hand still on her face. "Look at how your body opens for us."
Eve couldn’t look away from Silas’s dark eyes, even as Damian’s pace increased. Even as Damon’s fingers worked magic on her clit. Even as pleasure built again, impossible and inevitable.
"You’re going to co around my cock," Damian said, his voice strained. "Going to squeeze so tight while you fall apart."
"Please," Eve gasped, not even sure what she was begging for anymore.
"Co," Damian commanded. "Now."
Her body obeyed instantly, the orgasm ripping through her with devastating force. She clenched around him, milking his cock as he followed her over the edge with a low growl.
The sensation of him coming inside her...hot and claiming...sent another aftershock through her system.
When he finally pulled out, she felt empty and used and sohow satisfied in a way she’d never experienced.
But they weren’t done.
Damon took Damian’s place imdiately, sliding into her oversensitive body with one hard thrust. Eve cried out, overwheld by the imdiate assault.
"My turn," Damon said with that dangerous smile. "And I don’t do gentle."
He was right. Where Damian had been controlled brutality, Damon was pure chaos. He took her hard and fast, his grip bruising on her hips as he pounded into her.
Eve’s nails raked down his back, leaving marks that made him laugh.
"That’s it," he encouraged. "Fight back. I like it rough."
She ca twice more before he finally found his own release, growling her na like a curse and a prayer combined.
When Silas took his turn, Eve was already boneless and trembling. She didn’t think she had anything left to give.
But Silas was different from his brothers. Slower. More deliberate. Like he was morizing every sound she made, every expression that crossed her face.
"You’re perfect," he murmured against her neck. "So perfect for us."
His praise broke sothing inside her. Tears stread down her face as he moved inside her, gentle despite his size.
"Let go," he whispered. "Give us everything."
So she did. Her final orgasm was quiet and devastating, less a peak than a surrender. Complete and absolute.
Silas held her afterward, his arms gentle as she shook with aftershocks and exhaustion.
"You survived," Damian said, his hand stroking her hair. "Better than survived. You were magnificent."
Eve couldn’t respond. Couldn’t do anything except lie there while they cleaned her with warm cloths and murmured praise she barely heard.
When they finally lay down around her...creating that cage of heat and muscle....she was already half asleep.
"You did well tonight," Silas said quietly. "Very well."
"Does this an..." Eve’s voice was hoarse. "Does this an you’re keeping ?"
"We were always keeping you," Damian said. "The question was whether you could survive us. And now we know."
"Can I?" Eve asked. "Survive you?"
There was a pause. Then Damon’s dark laugh.
"We’ll find out over the next six months. But tonight? Tonight you proved you might just be strong enough."
As Eve drifted into exhausted sleep, her last coherent thought was both terrifying and thrilling:
What have I gotten myself into?
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