Eve barely had ti to catch her breath before Silas was there, flipping her onto her back and settling between her thighs.
"Damian fucks you like he owns you," Silas said, his dark eyes burning into hers. "Because he does. We all do. But I fuck you like I worship you. Because I do that too."
His cock pressed against her entrance.....still sensitive, still stretched from Damian’s brutal claiming....and Eve whimpered. "Silas, I need a minute...."
"No minutes," Silas said firmly but not unkindly. "No breaks. No rest. You wanted all three of us in your dream. Now you get all three of us in reality. Every hole filled, every inch of you claid, until you can’t rember what it feels like to be empty."
He pushed inside slowly despite his words, giving her body ti to adjust to the intrusion. But the slowness was almost worse than Damian’s brutality....it drew out the sensation, made her feel every inch as he filled her completely.
"There we go," Silas murmured when he was fully seated. "Taking so well. Like you were made for my cock specifically. Like this pussy was designed to fit perfectly."
"It was," Eve gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Everything about was made for all of you."
"Fuck, I love when you talk like that." Silas began to move.....not the punishing pace Damian had set, but slow and deep and devastating. Each thrust hit spots inside her that made her vision blur, made her forget her own na.
"You know what I thought about," Silas continued conversationally, as if he wasn’t currently balls-deep inside her, "during all those weeks I had to stay away? All those nights I sat in that chair and watched Damian and Damon fuck you?"
"What?" Eve managed to ask.
"This." He thrust particularly deep. "Being inside you. Feeling you around . Watching your face when you co. I morized every expression you made with them, imagining how you’d look when it was finally my turn again."
His pace increased slightly, still controlled but more purposeful. "And now I get to see it whenever I want. Get to make you co whenever I want. Get to claim you however I want. Because you’re mine, aren’t you, little mate?"
"Yes," Eve breathed. "Yours. Always yours."
"Even when Cain scared you. Even when you thought you couldn’t trust ." Silas’s rhythm beca harder, more intense. "You still ca back. Still gave another chance. Still let inside your body and your heart. Do you know what that ans to ?"
Eve couldn’t answer. The pleasure was building too fast, too intense, her oversensitized body responding to every thrust.
"It ans everything," Silas answered for her. "It ans you see past the danger to the devotion underneath. It ans you trust ....trust us....to keep you safe even when we’re the ones who could hurt you most."
His hand slid between them, finding her clit. "Now co for , little mate. Show that trust. Show you’re not afraid anymore."
Eve ca with a broken cry, her body convulsing around him. But Silas didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, prolonging the orgasm until she was sobbing with overstimulation.
"One more," he demanded. "Give one more and then I’ll fill you up. Then you’ll have all three of us inside you, marking you from the inside out."
"I can’t," Eve sobbed. "It’s too much, Silas, I can’t...."
"You can." His thumb pressed harder against her clit. "You’re stronger than you think. Powerful enough to handle anything we give you. Now prove it."
He angled his hips differently, hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Combined with the pressure on her clit, it pushed Eve into a fourth orgasm....this one almost painful in its intensity.
"That’s my girl," Silas groaned, his own control finally shattering. "That’s my perfect mate. Taking everything I give you. Making fall deeper in love with you every fucking day."
He ca with her na on his lips, spilling inside her while his energy poured into her in waves of love and devotion and obsessive possession.
When he finally stilled, Eve was shaking and crying and completely wrecked. Silas carefully withdrew and gathered her against his chest, pressing kisses to her hair.
"You did so well," he murmured. "So fucking perfect for us."
"I don’t think I can move," Eve admitted weakly.
"You don’t have to." Damon appeared with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning between her thighs despite her whimper of oversensitivity. "We’ve got you."
"Three tis in one night," Damian observed from where he was pulling on fresh clothes. "Actually, more than three tis if we count earlier with Damon in the garden and Silas in his chair. You’re insatiable, Eve."
"You’re the ones who can’t keep your hands off ," Eve protested, but there was no heat in it.
"True," Silas agreed easily. "Completely obsessed. Utterly addicted. And we’re not apologizing for it."
Damon finished cleaning her and tossed the cloth aside. "How are you feeling? Honestly."
Eve took stock of her body. Sore, definitely. Oversensitized and thoroughly used. But her succubus hunger was completely satisfied, her energy reserves full to bursting. "Good," she said truthfully. "Tired but good. Complete."
"Good." Damian’s expression turned serious. "Because we need to talk about Cassandra."
The ntion of the betrayal sent a chill through the warm, satisfied haze. Eve sat up, wincing slightly at the soreness between her thighs. "What did you find out?"
"Not much yet," Damian admitted. "She’s not talking. But the items she was trying to steal....it wasn’t random. She specifically targeted things related to your heritage. The letter from your parents. Docunts about the Seraphim Court. The royal seal."
"Why?" Eve asked. "What would she gain from that?"
"Money," Damon suggested. "Information about the lost Seraphim heir would be worth a fortune to the right buyer."
"Or revenge," Silas added quietly. "Cassandra’s..... She had... history with us. Before you ca."
Eve’s stomach dropped. "History?"
The three brothers exchanged glances, clearly uncomfortable.
"We need to tell her," Damon said finally. "She’ll find out during the interrogation anyway."
Damian sighed. "Cassandra used to... service us. Before we knew about mate bonds, before we understood what we were looking for. She was convenient, willing, and discreet."
"You fucked her," Eve said flatly.
"Years ago," Damian confird. "It ended when we realized she was developing feelings that weren’t reciprocated. We thought she’d moved on, accepted it as what it was.....a physical arrangent, nothing more."
"But then you ca," Silas continued. "And we claid you. Bonded with you. Gave you everything we’d never given her. The attention, the devotion, the love. And Cassandra...."
"Got jealous," Eve finished. "Jealous enough to steal from . Maybe jealous enough to sell information that could get killed."
The reality of it settled like ice in her stomach. Cassandra hadn’t just been cold or disapproving. She’d been actively hostile, actively plotting, possibly actively trying to hurt Eve by giving her enemies the information they needed to find her.
"We’re interrogating her at dawn," Damian said. "You don’t have to be there if you don’t want to be. This is pack business, and we can handle it."
"No." Eve’s voice was firm despite her exhaustion. "I need to be there. Need to hear what she has to say. Need to understand why she’d risk everything.....your family’s trust, her position, maybe even my life.....for jealousy."
"It might get ugly," Damon warned. "Pack interrogations aren’t gentle. We need the truth, and we’ll do whatever it takes to get it."
"I can handle it," Eve said. "I’ve handled everything else you’ve thrown at . I can handle this too."
Silas’s hand found hers, squeezing gently. "You’re sure? You don’t have to prove anything to us."
"I’m not trying to prove anything." Eve looked at each of them in turn. "I’m trying to understand. Cassandra’s been in your lives for years. She knows this estate, knows the pack, knows secrets that could be dangerous in the wrong hands. If she’s been compromised or if she’s working with soone...."
"Then we need to know before the Seraphim Court shows up," Damian finished grimly. "Before this estate becos a battleground."
The weight of everything crashed down on Eve suddenly. Cassandra’s betrayal. The Seraphim Court tracking her. Assassins coming. Her mother dead and buried. Powers manifesting faster than she could control them. A throne waiting that she never asked for.
"Hey." Damon sat on the bed beside her, tilting her face up to et his eyes. "I can feel you spiraling. Don’t. We’ve got this. We’ve got you."
"Do you?" Eve’s voice cracked. "Because it feels like everything’s falling apart. Like no matter how strong I get, no matter how much I train, there’s always sothing else coming. Soone else plotting. So new threat I didn’t even know existed."
"That’s what it ans to be powerful," Damian said quietly. "That’s what it ans to be important. People will always co for you....to use you, to kill you, to control you. That’s the reality of what you are, what you’re becoming."
"But you’re not facing it alone," Silas added. "That’s the difference. You have us. Have the pack. Have allies you haven’t even t yet who will stand with you because of what you represent."
"The lost heir," Eve said bitterly. "The Seraphim queen who never wanted a crown."
"The woman who survived impossible odds," Damon corrected. "Who went from terrified dancer to powerful succubus. Who faces every new horror and sohow cos out stronger. That’s who you are, Eve. Not just what you were born to be, but what you’ve chosen to beco."
"And what have I chosen to beco?" Eve asked. "Because right now, I feel like I’m just... reacting. Surviving. Trying not to drown in everything that keeps happening."
"You’ve chosen strength," Damian said. "Chosen to fight instead of run. Chosen to claim your power instead of fear it. Chosen us instead of facing this alone."
"Those are choices," Silas agreed. "Active, conscious choices. And they matter. They define who you’re becoming more than any bloodline or prophecy or throne."
Eve wanted to believe them. Wanted to feel as confident as they sounded. But exhaustion and fear and the crushing weight of responsibility made it hard to see past the next crisis.
"I’m scared," Eve whispered into the darkness. "Of what Cassandra might say. Of what’s coming. Of not being strong enough when it matters most."
"Fear is smart," Damian said against her hair. "Fear keeps you alert, keeps you careful. But don’t let it paralyze you. Channel it into fuel. Into determination."
"We’ll be with you every step," Damon promised. "When Cassandra talks, when the Court cos, we’ll be right there. Always."
"And if Cain surfaces again?" Eve asked Silas quietly.
"Then we handle it," Silas said firmly. "Together. The suppressant is working, my control is better, and I’ve got warning systems in place now. But even if the worst happens....even if Cain takes over completely.....he won’t hurt you, Eve. He’s possessive and impatient and dangerous, but hurting you is the last thing he wants."
"He wants to claim ," Eve said. "Complete the bond. Whether I’m strong enough or not."
"Then we make sure you’re strong enough before that happens," Silas said. "Push your training harder. Develop your powers faster. Whatever it takes to make you capable of surviving a full claiming."
"Because it’s going to happen eventually," Eve said. It wasn’t a question.
"Yes," Silas confird. "Eventually, Cain will claim you. The mate bond demands completion. But we’ll make sure you’re ready. Make sure when it happens, you co out of it stronger instead of broken."
Eve closed her eyes, trying to process everything. In just a few hours, she’d be facing Cassandra. Hearing why the woman had betrayed her. Learning how deep the conspiracy went and who else might be involved.
And after that... more training. More power developnt. More preparation for threats that seed to multiply daily.
But right now, wrapped in her mates’ arms, she could pretend.....just for a mont....that she was safe. That nothing could touch her here. That love and possession and brutal protection were enough to keep the darkness at bay.
"Sleep," Damian commanded softly. "We’ve got watch. Nothing’s getting to you while we’re here."
She drifted off to the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies, the absolute certainty that whatever ca next, she wouldn’t face it alone.
And dawn would bring interrogation and truth and possibly more betrayal.
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