Free Web NovelChapter 132: Chapter 131: Eve Found Out
Eve was about to stand, assuming the meeting was over, when Damon’s voice stopped her.
"There’s one more thing we should probably mention," he said, and something in his tone made Eve’s eyes narrow suspiciously.
"What thing?"
Damon looked at Damian, who suddenly seemed very interested in something on his desk.
"I’m listening," Eve said slowly. "What thing?"
Damian cleared his throat. "It’s about your uncle."
Eve’s suspicion deepened. "What about him?"
"Well," Damian started, then paused, clearly choosing his words carefully. "You know how incubi need to feed regularly. How they require sexual energy to maintain their strength and power."
"Yes..." Eve drew out the word, not sure where this was going.
"And you know how your uncle used a significant amount of power traveling here, stabilizing you after the assassination attempt, and training with you yesterday," Silas added.
"Yes, I know all this," Eve said impatiently. "What’s your point?"
"Our point," Damon said, a grin starting to form despite his obvious attempt to stay serious, "is that we recognized he would need to feed. Regularly and thoroughly. So we... made arrangements."
Eve’s eyes widened. "What kind of arrangements?"
"We provided volunteers," Damian said, his expression carefully neutral. "Female pack members who were willing to help our guest maintain his strength."
"You pimped out pack members to my uncle?!" Eve’s voice climbed an octave.
"We didn’t pimp anyone out," Damian said, offense clear in his voice. "They volunteered. Enthusiastically, actually. The chance to experience an incubus’s... talents... was apparently quite appealing."
"Oh my God," Eve said, torn between horror and hysterical laughter. "You actually....you really...."
"He rejected all of them," Silas interjected, clearly trying not to smile. "Turned down twenty volunteers and requested one specific female instead."
Eve’s hands flew to her face. "I cannot believe we’re having this conversation about my uncle’s sex life."
"It gets better," Damon said, his grin fully formed now. "Or worse, depending on your perspective. He specifically requested Elena. You remember Elena? she was the omega who escorted him to his quarters that first night?"
"I remember Elena," Eve said through her fingers.
"Well, apparently she made quite an impression," Damon continued, clearly enjoying Eve’s mortification. "Because he rejected everyone else and insisted on her specifically. And the Alphas...." He gestured to himself and his brothers. "....decided to grant his request."
"We assigned her to him," Damian said bluntly. "Permanently. For the duration of his stay, Elena’s primary duty is to ensure your uncle remains well-fed and satisfied."
Eve dropped her hands and stared at them. "You assigned her to him. Like a... a personal feeding source."
"Exactly," Silas confirmed.
There was a beat of silence. Then Eve started laughing.
It started as a giggle, then grew into full-bodied laughter that had her doubled over in her chair, tears streaming down her face. The brothers watched her with expressions ranging from amused to confused to relieved. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"I’m sorry," Eve gasped between laughs. "I’m sorry, I just...." Another wave of laughter hit her. "You thought you could keep my uncle distracted by throwing women at him? You actually thought that would work?"
"It’s working, isn’t it?" Damon said defensively. "He’s been thoroughly occupied with Elena. Spending most of his time in his quarters. Not hovering over you during every training session."
"That’s why you did it," Eve said, fresh laughter bubbling up. "You weren’t just being hospitable. You were trying to keep him away from me!"
"Can you blame us?" Damian asked, not bothering to deny it. "The man is impossibly beautiful, radiates sexual energy that affects everyone around him, and is technically family so we can’t just throw him out. We needed... a strategy."
"A strategy," Eve repeated, wiping tears from her eyes. "You strategized my uncle’s sex life."
"We strategized keeping a male incubus appropriately distanced from our mate," Damian corrected. "There’s a difference."
"Is there though?" Eve asked, still grinning.
"Yes," all three brothers said simultaneously.
Eve shook her head, her amusement finally subsiding into occasional giggles. "This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. You three....powerful alpha werewolves....were so threatened by my uncle that you arranged a elaborate plan to keep him sexually satisfied and away from me."
"We weren’t threatened," Damon said, but his tone lacked conviction.
"You were absolutely threatened," Eve corrected, standing and moving to stand in front of Damian. "You were jealous and worried that I’d spend too much time with him and not enough with you."
She reached up and cupped Damian’s face, her expression softening. "Which is sweet, in a completely insane and overly possessive way. But you have nothing to worry about. He’s my uncle. My teacher. My connection to my birth family. But you three...." She looked at each of them in turn. "...you’re my mates. My pack. My home. No amount of time with Raphael is going to change that."
Damian’s hands came up to cover hers, his expression vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed. "We know that. Logically, we know that. But the territorial part of us.....the wolf part...doesn’t always think logically when it comes to you."
"I know," Eve said gently. "And I love you for it. Even when you’re being ridiculous."
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. When she pulled back, mischief danced in her eyes. "But I am definitely going to tease you mercilessly about this later. My poor mates, so worried about competition from my literal uncle that they had to arrange a sexual distraction."
"Please don’t," Damian groaned.
"Oh, I absolutely will," Eve promised. "In fact, I might tell Maya. She’d find this hilarious."
"You will not tell the human about supernatural sexual politics," Damian said firmly.
"Fine," Eve agreed. "But I’m still going to enjoy the mental image of you three sitting around plotting this. What did that conversation even sound like? ’Gentlemen, we have an incubus problem. I propose we solve it with strategic application of willing females.’"
Damon burst out laughing. "It was actually pretty close to that."
"I hate both of you," Damian muttered, but there was no heat in it.
Silas stood and moved to wrap his arms around Eve from behind, his chin resting on top of her head. "For what it’s worth, the arrangement seems to be working out well for everyone involved. Raphael gets fed, Elena is apparently having the time of her life, and we get peace of mind knowing he’s occupied."
"Wait," Eve said, turning in Silas’s arms to look at him. "Elena is having the time of her life? How do you know that?"
"Because the entire estate can hear her screaming every night," Damon said bluntly. "And I mean screaming. The female has excellent lung capacity."
Eve’s face flamed red. "Oh God. Everyone can hear them?"
"Everyone," Silas confirmed. "The first night, we actually had pack members showing up at the security office asking if someone was being murdered. Turns out it was just Elena experiencing what an incubus can do when he’s really putting in effort."
