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The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 161 - 160: Cain Surfaced
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Chapter 161: Chapter 160: Cain Surfaced

Eve woke at 2:47 AM with hunger burning through her veins.

Not the gentle awareness that she needed to feed soon. Not the manageable sensation that could wait until morning. This was immediate, consuming, the kind of hunger that pulled her from sleep with her succubus nature already reaching, already seeking, already demanding.

She was moving before she was fully conscious.

The mate bond guided her instinctively toward the nearest available source.....Damon, sleeping on his back beside her, his breathing deep and even. Eve’s hands found his boxers in the darkness and pulled them down with sleepy, single-minded efficiency. She climbed over him, positioned herself, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion.

The moan that escaped her was pure relief.

Damon’s eyes opened immediately....he’d been awake from the moment her hand first touched him, his wolf too attuned to her presence to sleep through contact. He watched her above him in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, watched her eyes stay closed, watched her body move with the fluid, instinctive grace of someone operating entirely on need rather than conscious thought.

She was asleep.

Or close enough to it that the difference didn’t matter. Sleep-fucking him with her succubus nature driving her movements, pulling energy from him in steady draws that made his breath catch and his cock harden fully inside her warmth.

Damon’s lips curved into a smile of pure, delighted amusement.

He didn’t stop her. Didn’t wake her fully. Just watched this sleepy, beautiful creature riding him with her head tilted back slightly, her hands braced on his chest for balance, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was entirely her own.

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She was feeding, and she was doing it in her sleep, and it was one of the most extraordinary things he’d ever witnessed.

The movement had woken the others.

Damian stirred first, his tactical mind processing the sounds and reaching accurate conclusions within seconds. He propped himself up on one elbow, took in the scene, and had to press his lips together firmly to suppress the smile that wanted to break free.

Silas was awake on Eve’s other side.

But Silas wasn’t smiling.

Damien noticed it first....the quality of stillness from his youngest brother. Not the comfortable stillness of someone watching something amusing. The predatory stillness of something hunting.

He glanced over and felt his amusement falter.

Silas was watching Eve with an intensity that was almost uncomfortable to witness. His dark eyes were fixed on the point where Eve’s body joined with Damon’s.....watching her pussy slide up and down Damon’s cock with the focused attention of someone cataloguing every detail, every movement, every sound she made.

His entire body was rigid. His hands were clenched in the sheets. His breathing was carefully controlled in the way that meant he was exercising significant restraint.

And his eyes.....

Damon felt Eve’s pace increase, felt her taking him deeper, felt her energy pull intensify as her hunger compounded. He moved his hands to her hips finally, unable to stay passive any longer, and began matching her rhythm. Meeting her downward movements with upward thrusts that drove him as deep as he could go, that made her moans sharpen even in her half-sleeping state.

She took it. Took all of it. Her body opening beautifully for him, her pussy slick and hot and perfect, her succubus nature drinking from him with greedy satisfaction.

"Silas," Damian’s voice came from across Eve, quiet and careful. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Silas said.

But he absolutely was not fine.

Damian could see it clearly now....the way Silas’s eyes had begun to shift color at the edges. The way his jaw was clenched so tight the muscles stood out in sharp relief. The way every line of his body screamed restraint that was actively being lost.

"Silas—" Damian started again.

Silas’s eyes changed.

Not gradually. Not the slow bleed of wolf to surface that they’d all learned to recognize. This was immediate and complete....his dark eyes flooding with pure molten gold in the space between one heartbeat and the next.

Cain.

Damian opened his mouth to warn Damon, to tell him to stop, to prepare for what was about to happen.....

But Cain was already moving.

Cain rose from the bed with fluid, unhurried grace....the movement of a predator who had been waiting patiently and was now done waiting.

He crossed to where Damon was still buried inside Eve, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release, entirely unaware of what had just surfaced.

Cain’s hands closed around Eve’s waist.

And he lifted her off Damon’s cock in one smooth motion.

"What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!" Damon exploded, his own eyes flashing gold with Rex’s fury at the interruption, his cock still hard and glistening with Eve’s arousal, his body primed and denied satisfaction.

Eve’s eyes snapped open...fully open, fully awake now....pulled from her feeding by the abrupt removal. She looked around in confusion, her succubus-hazed mind trying to process the change in circumstance.

Then she saw who was holding her.

Silas...except not Silas. The body was Silas’s but everything else was different. The posture, the energy, the expression. And the eyes.....those golden, predatory, ancient eyes that she’d been waiting for and dreading in equal measure for months.

Cain.

He carried her to the other side of the bed....his side.....and settled back against the headboard with her cradled in his lap. His nose buried in her neck immediately, breathing her in with the deep, satisfied inhalation of someone finally, finally allowed to hold what was his.

"Silas, what the hell....." Damon started to move toward them, his wolf enraged at being interrupted mid-fuck, at having his mate taken.

"Stop," Damian commanded, his voice cutting through Rex’s fury. "That’s not Silas."

Damon froze, his eyes snapping to Damian’s face. "What?"

"That’s Cain," Damian said, and despite the gravity of the moment, there was something almost relieved in his voice. "He’s finally surfaced."

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