The clock read 3:47 AM when Damian, Damon, and Silas finally returned from Damian’s office. The ergency eting about Cassandra’s betrayal had stretched for hours.....discussing security breaches, questioning every staff mber’s loyalty, strategizing how to extract the truth from the head housekeeper who’d been with their family for over a decade.
"We should have seen it," Damian said as they climbed the stairs to the west wing, Silas took the east wing . "Should have noticed her hostility toward Eve wasn’t just typical pack hierarchy adjustnt."
"Hindsight’s always clear," Damon muttered. "Question is: who was she planning to sell that information to? The Seraphim Court? A rival pack? So third party we don’t even know about?"
"We’ll find out tomorrow during interrogation," Damian said. "Right now, I need sleep. Or at least...."
He stopped abruptly at the master bedroom door, and both brothers nearly collided with him.
"What....." Damon started, then caught the scent that had frozen Damian in place.
Arousal. Thick, sweet, unmistakably Eve’s arousal saturating the air even through the closed door.
"Fuck," Damon breathed, his hand already moving to the doorknob. "Is she awake? Did sothing happen?"
Damian pushed the door open, and all three brothers froze at the sight that greeted them.
Eve lay sprawled across the massive bed, completely naked, the covers kicked off entirely. She was asleep....they could tell from her deep, even breathing, from the way her face was relaxed and peaceful against the pillow. But her thighs were spread slightly, and even from the doorway they could see the evidence of her arousal glistening between her legs.
Her body was a work of art in the moonlight filtering through the windows. Curves and valleys, smooth skin marked with their bites and bruises from earlier, breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked like a sacrifice laid out on an altar, waiting to be claid.
"Brother," Damon said, his voice rough and strained. "This girl is going to be the end of us."
"I agree," Damian replied, though his eyes never left Eve’s sleeping form. His cock was already hardening in his pants, responding to the visual and the scent filling the room.
"Look at her," Damon continued, taking a step closer to the bed. "Making us feel fucking hard even when she’s asleep. Laid out on the bed like a fucking sacrifice for us to devour. Look at those perfect breasts and that perfect body. I don’t think I can ever get enough of her. I’m fucking addicted."
His voice dropped to a near growl. "I need to get my head between those legs. Need to taste why she’s so wet even in sleep."
"She’s sleeping," Damian pointed out, but his own voice lacked conviction. His eyes were tracking every curve of Eve’s body, lingering on the apex of her thighs where her arousal was visible and inviting.
"She was sleeping when Silas fucked her earlier," Damon countered, already moving toward the bed. "Fair’s fair, brother. And besides....." He inhaled deeply. "She’s dreaming about us. About this. Her body’s begging for it even if she’s not awake to say the words."
Damian couldn’t argue with that logic.....not when his own control was fracturing at the sight of their mate spread out like a feast. "Fine. But make it quick. I want my turn before Silas decides to show up."
"Oh, I’ll show up," Silas’s voice ca from behind them, and they turned to find him leaning against the doorfra with a knowing smile. "You think I can’t sll her from my room? Can’t feel through our bond that she’s aroused? I was heading here before you even opened the door."
He moved into the room, closing the door behind him. "Besides, after the starvation period Cain forced on , I don’t plan to miss any opportunity to claim our mate. Not anymore."
Damon grinned. "Then let’s make this interesting. I eat her awake, you two watch and wait your turns like good boys."
"Fuck you," Damian said without heat. "Just get on with it before I change my mind and take her first."
Damon approached the bed with predatory grace, his eyes locked on Eve’s sleeping face. "She’s going to wake up to the best fucking morning of her life," he murmured, climbing onto the mattress carefully to avoid jostling her awake too soon.
He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading them wider to give himself better access. The scent of her arousal was even stronger here, making his mouth water and his cock throb painfully in his pants.
"So fucking beautiful," he whispered, running his hands up her inner thighs. "So wet. Wonder what you’re dreaming about, little dancer. Wonder if you’re dreaming about this."
He leaned down and dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick.
Eve’s body jerked slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake. Not yet.
Damon smiled against her pussy and did it again, this ti circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. Another moan, louder this ti, and Eve’s hips shifted unconsciously toward his mouth.
"That’s it," Damon encouraged softly. "Even asleep, you know what you need. Know who can give it to you."
He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently, and Eve’s eyes finally fluttered open.
"Damon?" Her voice was sleepy, confused, but her body was already responding....hips rolling against his mouth, hands moving to his hair.
"Morning, little dancer," Damon said, lifting his head just enough to et her eyes. "Or should I say late night? Found you spread out like a feast, couldn’t resist tasting."
Eve’s gaze shifted, taking in Damian and Silas watching from the side of the bed, both obviously aroused. "What ti is it?"
"Ti for us to remind you that you’re ours," Damian said, his voice dark and commanding. "Ti to replace the fear and betrayal from Catherine’s actions with pleasure and possession. Ti to fuck you until you forget anything exists except us."
"I just woke up," Eve protested weakly, though her thighs were spreading wider for Damon’s mouth.
"And you woke up wet and ready for us," Damon countered. "Don’t lie, Eve. We can sll your arousal. Can see how your pussy is already dripping. You were dreaming about us, weren’t you?"
Eve’s cheeks flushed. "I... yes."
"Yes what?" Damon prompted, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "Tell us what you were dreaming."
"All three of you," Eve admitted quietly. "Taking . At the sa ti. Using however you wanted."
"Fuck," Silas cursed from the sideline. "She’s perfect."
"She is," Damian agreed. "And we’re going to make that dream a reality. But first....Damon, make her scream."
"Gladly." Damon’s mouth returned to her pussy with renewed purpose. This ti he wasn’t gentle or teasing. He ate her like he was starving, his tongue delving deep, his lips sucking her clit with devastating pressure.
Eve’s back arched off the bed, her hands fisting in his hair as pleasure spiked through her. "Oh god, Damon...."
"Not god," Damon corrected between licks. "Just your mate. Just the wolf who’s obsessed with this perfect cunt. Now co for so I can pass you to Damian."
He added two fingers, pumping them fast and deep while his mouth worked her clit. Eve’s orgasm hit fast and hard, her scream echoing off the bedroom walls as she convulsed against Damon’s face.
"Good girl," Damon praised, licking her through it. When she finally ca down, trembling and oversensitive, he lifted his head with a satisfied grin. "All ward up for you, brother."
He climbed off the bed, and Damian took his place....but instead of settling between her thighs, he gripped Eve’s hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.
"On your knees," he commanded. "Ass up. I want to see everything when I fuck you."
Eve’s arms were still shaky from her orgasm, but she managed to get into position....face down, ass up, completely exposed and vulnerable.
"Perfect," Damian murmured, running his hands over her ass appreciatively. "Do you know what you look like right now, Eve? Like you were made for this. Made to be fucked by your alphas. Made to take everything we give you."
"Yes," Eve breathed into the sheets. "I was made for this. For you."
"Damn right you were." Damian freed his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. "And now you’re going to prove it. Going to take my cock while my brothers watch. Going to scream my na so loud the whole estate knows who’s fucking you."
He slamd into her without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Eve scread.....not entirely from pleasure. He was deep, so fucking deep from this angle, stretching her almost painfully. "Damian....wait....it’s too much...."
"It’s never too much," Damian growled, pulling out and slamming back in just as hard. "You can take it. You will take it. Your body was made to handle us, rember? Made to survive three alphas claiming you."
He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving deeper than the last. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, holding her in place while he fucked her with brutal intensity.
"Tell who you belong to," Damian demanded, his voice rough with exertion and dominance. "Say it."
"You," Eve gasped. "I belong to you."
"All of us," Damian corrected, punctuating the words with particularly deep thrusts. "Say. It. Properly."
"I belong to all three of you," Eve cried out. "To Damian, Damon, and Silas. I’m yours....oh god, I’m yours...."
"That’s right." Damian’s rhythm beca even more brutal. "Ours to fuck. Ours to claim. Ours to protect from anyone who tries to hurt you or use you or take what’s ours."
He reached around to circle her clit, making Eve sob with the overwhelming sensation. "Cassandra tried to steal from you. Tried to betray you. That will never happen again. We’ll tear apart anyone who threatens you. Anyone who tries to use your heritage against you. You understand?"
"Yes," Eve sobbed, tears streaming down her face from the intensity. "I understand."
"Good." Damian’s fingers worked her clit faster. "Now co on my cock. Show you trust us to protect you. Show you know you’re safe with us no matter what threats co."
Eve’s second orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. She scread....loud and raw and completely unrestrained.....her inner walls clamping down on Damian’s cock like a vice.
The sensation triggered his own release. Damian ca with a roar, burying himself as deep as possible and filling her with his seed. The energy transfer was intense, flooding Eve’s system with power and possession and absolute dominance.
When he finally stilled, both of them panting, Damian carefully withdrew and stepped aside.
"Your turn," he told Silas. "Make her rember why she’s yours too."
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