Free Web NovelChapter 105: Chapter 104: Ready for round two?
Damon’s smile was absolutely feral. "With pleasure, brother."
He crossed the room in three long strides, taking in the sight of Eve....wrecked, covered in sweat and cum, barely conscious....laid out on the desk like a sacrifice.
"Hello, little dancer," he purred, his hands sliding up her thighs. "Ready for round two?"
"No," Eve whimpered. "Please, I can’t, I need to rest..."
"Should have thought of that before you decided to play games with us," Damon said, spreading her legs wider. "Should have remembered that there are three of us. Three alphas who all deserve compensation for having to watch while you tormented Damian."
He dropped to his knees, positioned his face between her thighs, and looked up at her with those wild green eyes. "Now let’s see how sensitive you are after my brother fucked you senseless."
His tongue dragged through her folds, and Eve nearly came off the desk. The oversensitivity was agonizing, every nerve ending screaming, but Damon didn’t care. He licked her methodically, cleaning away the mixture of her and Damian’s releases, his tongue delving deep to get every drop.
"Damon, please," Eve sobbed. "It’s too much, I’m too sensitive...."
"I know," he said against her pussy. "That’s the point."
He found her clit.....swollen and oversensitized.....and sucked it into his mouth. Eve screamed, her hands flying to his hair, trying to push him away. But he grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head, and continued his assault.
"You’re going to come on my tongue," Damon announced between licks. "Going to fall apart for me the way you did for Damian. And you’re going to scream my name when you do."
He ate her with single-minded focus, his tongue circling her clit, his lips sucking, his teeth scraping just hard enough to make her see stars. Every touch was almost painful in its intensity, pleasure and pain mixing until Eve couldn’t tell them apart.
She tried to resist, tried to hold back the orgasm building despite the oversensitivity. But Damon added two fingers, curling them to hit her G-spot while his mouth worked her clit, and her resistance shattered.
"Damon!" she screamed as she came, her body convulsing. "Damon, please, stop, I can’t....."
But he didn’t stop. He licked her through the orgasm and into another one, then another, until Eve was sobbing and shaking and begging incoherently.
After what felt like an eternity of torture...but was probably closer to thirty minutes.....Damon finally lifted his head. His face was covered in her arousal, and his smile was absolutely wicked.
"Delicious," he pronounced. "Could eat you for hours and never get bored."
He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his cock from his pants. It was hard and ready, and when Eve saw it her eyes widened with something close to fear.
"No," she whimpered. "Please, Damon, I can’t take anymore...."
"Yes you can," he said simply. He lifted her from the desk, turned her around, and bent her over it. "You’re a succubus. You were made for this. Made to take everything we give you and still want more."
He positioned himself at her entrance.....already soaked from his mouth.....and thrust in without warning or preparation.
Eve’s scream was primal. After everything Damian had done, she was swollen and tender, and Damon’s entry was almost too much. But he didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just immediately began fucking her with the same brutal intensity his brother had shown.
"This is what you get," Damon growled, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. "This is what happens when you tease us. When you forget that we’re not tame. When you play games with wolves."
He fucked her doggy style, each thrust driving her forward on the desk, each withdrawal leaving her empty just long enough to make her whimper. His pace was relentless, his strength seemingly endless.
"Damon," Eve sobbed. "Please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again....."
"I know you won’t," he agreed, reaching around to find her clit. "Because after tonight, you’ll remember exactly what happens when you push us too far."
He made her come twice more....both times while she was crying and begging for mercy that he didn’t give. Then he flipped her over, pinned her to her side, and drove into her in a way he’d never done before.
The angle was different, deeper, more intense. Damon’s eyes had shifted to Rex’s golden gaze, and the wolf was riding close to the surface. Each thrust felt like being split open, claimed, marked from the inside out.
Eve felt her consciousness wavering, felt exhaustion and pleasure and pain all mixing into a overwhelming wave that threatened to pull her under. Her vision was blurring, her body beyond wrecked, her mind struggling to process the intensity of what she’d endured.
"That’s it," Damon growled, feeling her getting close to the edge of consciousness. "Let go, little dancer. We’ve got you. We’ll always have you."
He thrust one more time.....deep and devastating.....and Eve screamed his name as she came. But this orgasm was different. This one pulled her under completely, darkness rushing up to claim her as her body decided it had endured enough.
She fainted...passed out right there on the desk with Damon still buried inside her.
Damon stilled immediately, feeling her go limp. "Eve?" He pulled out carefully, checking her pulse, her breathing. Both were steady, if elevated. She’d just... passed out from exhaustion and overwhelming sensation.
"Fuck," he breathed, gathering her carefully in his arms. freewebnovel.cσ๓
"Look at what you’ve done!" Silas’s voice came from across the room, sharp with concern and barely restrained fury. "You fucked her until she fainted!"
Damon turned to face his brother, Eve cradled against his chest. "Blame Damian. He fucked her first. She was barely conscious when he passed her to me."
Damian, who was now dressed and lounging in his chair like he hadn’t just spent hours brutally fucking their mate, shrugged. "She asked for it. Literally. Used her power on me, tied me up, teased me past endurance. This was the natural consequence."
"Give her to me," Silas demanded, moving toward Damon with his arms outstretched.
Damon hesitated for just a moment, then carefully transferred Eve into Silas’s arms. "She’s okay. Just exhausted. Pushed too hard."
Silas looked down at Eve’s unconscious face.....tear-stained and flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, marks already forming on her neck and hips and thighs. She looked thoroughly used, completely wrecked.
And absolutely beautiful.
"I’m taking her to my room," Silas announced, already heading for the door. "And neither of you are following. She needs rest, not more....." He gestured vaguely at his brothers. "Whatever that was."
"That was a lesson," Damian said calmly. "About boundaries and consequences. About what happens when she forgets that we’re not toys to play with."
"You could have killed her," Silas accused.
"We would never," Damon said, his voice deadly serious now. "We know her limits better than she does. Know exactly how much she can take. She was never in real danger."
"Just in danger of passing out from being fucked senseless," Silas said dryly.
"Exactly," Damian agreed without a hint of shame.
Silas shook his head, adjusted Eve in his arms, and headed for the door. "When she wakes up, she’s probably going to be furious with both of you."
"Probably," Damon agreed cheerfully. "But she’ll also remember not to tease us past our limits. Win-win."
Silas didn’t dignify that with a response. He just carried Eve out of the office, down the hallway, and into his room....the room he’d been banished to after Cain’s emergence, the room he’d been sleeping in alone while Eve shared the master bedroom with his brothers.
He laid her carefully on his bed, arranged her comfortably, and covered her with the softest blanket he owned. Then he grabbed a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her.....removing the evidence of what Damian and Damon had done, soothing her abused flesh with gentle touches.
Eve stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, but didn’t wake.
Silas settled beside her, one hand stroking her hair, and just watched her sleep. Through their dream-walking bond, he could feel her exhaustion, her satisfaction despite the brutality, her unconscious contentment at being so thoroughly claimed.
But underneath it all, he felt something else. Something that made him smile despite the circumstances.
She’d loved it.
Loved pushing Damian. Loved taking control. Loved the brutal punishment that followed. Her succubus nature had gloried in the intensity, in the power play, in the absolute claiming.
"You’re going to be the death of us," Silas whispered to her sleeping form. "All of us. We’re going to die from wanting you, from needing you, from loving you so much it hurts."
He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "But what a way to go."
He was just settling back to keep watch over her when he felt it...a pulse of foreign energy at the estate’s eastern boundary. Not pack. Not human. Something else.
Something powerful.
Silas’s head snapped up, his wolf instantly alert. Someone had just crossed onto their territory without permission.
Someone dangerous.
He looked down at Eve’s sleeping form, torn between staying to protect her and going to investigate the breach. But she was safe here.....in his room, in his bed, behind all the estate’s defensive wards.
He grabbed his phone and texted his brothers: Breach on eastern perimeter. Unknown entity. Powerful magical signature.
The response was immediate from Damian: On our way.
Silas took one more look at Eve, memorizing the sight of her peaceful in his bed, then headed for the door.
Whatever.....whoever....had just invaded their territory was about to learn that the Blackwood pack didn’t take kindly to uninvited guests.
Especially not when their mate was vulnerable and sleeping just floors above.
He shifted mid-stride, letting his wolf take over, and raced toward the eastern perimeter.
