The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 150: Chapter 149: You need to feed

"You’ve been watching me in training," she said.

"Every session," he confirmed.

"You looked worried sometimes."

"Raphael pushes you hard," Silas said. "I respect it. It doesn’t mean I don’t hate watching you struggle."

"I’m getting stronger," Eve said.

"I know," he said. "I can feel it through the bond. Every day there’s more of you. More power, more control, more...." He paused. "More you."

Eve pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall. Her hands moved to his chest, tracing the lines of him with a deliberateness that made his breathing deepen.

She looked up at him.

Then she dropped to her knees.

Silas made a quiet sound....not loud, not dramatic, just real. His hand came to rest in her hair immediately, not guiding, just present.

"Eve...."

"Let me," she said simply.

He let her.

She worked his belt with unhurried hands, watching his face as she did....watching the way his composure stayed intact but his eyes darkened, the way his jaw tightened slightly as she freed him.

When she wrapped her hand around him, Silas exhaled.....a long, careful breath that spoke of genuine effort at control.

"You’re so quiet," Eve murmured, stroking slowly. "Even now. Even when...." She tightened her grip fractionally and watched him absorb the sensation. ".....I want to hear you, Silas."

"You will," he said, and his voice had roughened.

From across the room, Damon’s voice arrived quiet and deliberate: "Eve. While you’re working on him.....I want your hand between your legs. Touch yourself. Let us see."

The instruction moved through her like electricity.

She held Silas’s gaze as her free hand moved to the waistband of her own pants, sliding beneath the fabric. When her fingers found the slick heat waiting there....more than she’d realized, the hunger running deeper than she’d acknowledged....she couldn’t quite contain the small sound it pulled from her.

Silas watched her with darkened eyes, his hand tightening fractionally in her hair.

"That’s it," Damon said from his chair, his voice rough with approval. "Good girl. Now take him in your mouth and don’t stop touching yourself."

Eve leaned forward and took Silas into her mouth, and the sound he made.....finally, genuinely unguarded....sent a rush of warmth through her entire body. She felt her succubus nature stir and rise, hungry and attentive, reaching toward the energy radiating from him.

She worked him thoroughly....learning what made that careful composure crack, what made his breath stutter, what made his fingers flex in her hair. Her own fingers moved between her thighs in slow circles, the dual sensation building something in her core that was both physical need and the deeper succubus hunger beginning to ease.

Energy moved between them....flowing from Silas in steady waves as his arousal built, flowing into Eve and filling the places that had been depleted. The bracelet on her wrist, she realized distantly, had warmed. She could feel it....the silver responding to the first real feeding she’d had in days. freёwebnoѵel.com

"You’re feeding," Silas said, his voice rough and aware. "I can feel it."

She hummed in acknowledgment around him and felt him shudder.

She worked him with patient, devoted attention.....reading his responses with the empathic clarity her training had sharpened, understanding exactly what he needed even when he didn’t ask for it. Her free hand joined her mouth, working in rhythm, and the sounds she drew from him.....quiet, genuine, entirely unperformed....fed her succubus as thoroughly as the energy transfer.

When he finally came, he said her name....just her name, softly, with a reverence that made her chest ache.

She stayed with him through it, taking everything, her succubus nature drinking deeply and gratefully. When it was over, she rested her forehead against his thigh for a moment, breathing.

Silas’s hand stroked through her hair with infinite gentleness.

"Good?" he asked quietly.

"Getting there," she said honestly.

Damon was across the room before she’d finished the sentence.

His hands found her waist and lifted her from her knees in one smooth motion, setting her on the bed with a decisiveness that brooked no argument. His green eyes moved over her with intent....assessing, hungry, absolutely focused.

"My turn," he said simply.

He moved her up the bed with hands that were firm and sure, arranging her exactly how he wanted her....which was, it turned out, on her back with him kneeling between her thighs, her pants disposed of with efficient hands that didn’t fumble.

"Damon....."

"You fed from Silas," Damon said, his voice rough with want. "Now let me feed you my way."

He lowered his head between her thighs and the first touch of his mouth made Eve’s back arch off the bed.

Damon ate her out with the single-minded focus of someone who had decided this was the only thing in the world worth doing and intended to do it with complete dedication. He read her responses with an attentiveness that was almost aggressive....finding every sensitive place, every movement that made her gasp, every angle that sent electricity up her spine.

"You taste like you’ve been waiting for this," he said against her, not stopping. "Three days, Eve. Three days of ignoring this."

"I was...." She lost the sentence entirely as his tongue found a particular spot. ".....busy."

"You were stubborn," Damon corrected. "There’s a difference."

He worked her with thorough patience, wringing sensation from her with skillful mouth and hands that seemed to understand her body as intimately as their own. Eve’s succubus nature surged in response.....the energy flowing from him in waves of desire and devotion, the specific quality of it rich with everything he felt for her that he rarely put into words.

She felt him in her power. Felt his love and his need and his fierce protective tenderness....the version of Damon that existed beneath the wildness and the edge....pouring into her as she fed.

She came the first time with her hands fisted in the sheets and his name on her lips.

He didn’t stop.

"Damon....."

"Again," he said, and his voice left no room for argument. "You’ve been running on empty stomach for days. One isn’t enough."