Free Web NovelChapter 25: Chapter 24: The Pack Meeting
FOUR WEEKS INTO THE CONTRACT - MONDAY MORNING
Eve woke to the now-familiar sensation of being filled.
Damian’s massive thirteen inches slid into her from behind while she was still half-asleep, his body pressing against her back, his arm locking around her waist to hold her in place.
"Morning," he rumbled against her ear, his voice rough with sleep and arousal.
Eve could only moan in response, her body automatically clenching around him despite the soreness from last night’s marathon session. Four weeks of this....of being taken multiple times a day, of having her body used and claimed and owned....and still her treacherous body responded eagerly to their touch.
"She’s always so wet in the morning," Damon observed from where he watched, already stroking his own hardening cock. "Even asleep, her body knows what it wants."
"Knows who it belongs to," Silas corrected, moving to kneel in front of Eve. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her face up. "Open."
Eve opened her mouth and he pushed inside, groaning at the wet heat. Now she was filled from both ends before she’d even fully woken up, her body being used for their pleasure before her mind had fully engaged.
This was her life now. This was her normal.
Damian’s pace was brutal from the start....no gentle wake-up, just hard, claiming thrusts that drove the breath from her lungs. His hand came around to her throat, not squeezing but holding, possessive and dominant.
"Four weeks," he said, his voice strained. "Four weeks of having you every day, and we still can’t get enough. Still wake up hard and desperate for you."
"It’s getting worse, not better," Damon added, moving closer to watch. "The need. The hunger. Every time we have you, instead of being satisfied, we just want you more."
Silas pulled out of her mouth long enough to let her gasp for air. "Because the bond is strengthening. Getting deeper. More permanent."
"What bond?" Eve managed to ask, though her brain was foggy with pleasure. They kept mentioning a bond, kept alluding to something they wouldn’t explain.
"Later," Damian said, his pace increasing. "Right now, just feel. Just take what we’re giving you."
They switched positions with practiced efficiency...Silas entering her pussy while Damon took her mouth, Damian watching with possessive satisfaction. Then they rotated again, each brother claiming her in turn, marking her as theirs before the day even truly began.
By the time they were done, Eve was trembling and covered in their releases, her body thoroughly used before breakfast.
"Shower," Damian commanded, lifting her effortlessly. "We have an important meeting at ten. You’re coming with us."
"To a meeting?" Eve asked, confused. They’d never brought her to pack business before.
"To our meeting," Silas clarified, his dark eyes intense. "You’ll see why."
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The "important meeting" turned out to be a video conference with allied pack alphas from across the country. Eight faces on the large screen in Damian’s office, all powerful alphas discussing territory boundaries and resource sharing.
Eve sat in a chair in the corner, confused about why they’d insisted she be here. She was just supposed to sit quietly and... what? Be decoration?
Then Silas crooked his finger at her. "Come here."
Eve stood and crossed to where he sat behind his own desk, positioned so the camera only showed him from the chest up. The other alphas couldn’t see anything below his desk.
"Sit on my lap," Silas said quietly, his voice not carrying to the microphone.
Eve’s eyes widened. "What?"
"Sit. On. My. Lap." His dark eyes were commanding. "Now."
Eve glanced at the screen where the other alphas were arguing about something, then back at Silas. Surely he didn’t mean...
But Damian was watching from his own desk with a slight smile, and Damon’s eyes gleamed with wicked amusement from where he stood by the window.
They absolutely meant it.
Eve moved to sit on Silas’s lap, facing the desk. His hands immediately went to her waist, positioning her exactly where he wanted her. Then she felt him reach under her skirt...the short, flared skirt they’d insisted she wear with no panties, and free his cock.
"Lift up slightly," he murmured, too quiet for the microphone.
Eve lifted, and felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. Still slick from this morning’s activities, her body accepted him easily as he pulled her down onto his length. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
She bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound as he filled her completely. Anyone looking at the screen would just see a woman sitting on Silas’s lap during a boring business meeting. They couldn’t see that underneath her skirt, his cock was buried balls-deep inside her.
"As I was saying," Silas said smoothly to the alphas on screen, his voice perfectly steady despite being inside her, "the northern territories need additional resources for the winter months."
His hand splayed across her stomach, holding her in place. Eve tried to stay perfectly still, tried not to react, but she could feel every thick inch of him inside her. Feel the way her walls clenched around him involuntarily.
The meeting droned on. Territory disputes. Resource allocation. Political maneuvering between packs. And through it all, Silas sat there conducting business with his cock buried inside their contracted companion.
Then he thrust up. One sharp, brutal thrust that made Eve gasp before she could stop herself.
Several alphas on screen looked toward the sound, their expressions curious.
"Sorry," Damian said smoothly. "My assistant just... startled herself. Please continue."
Silas’s hand tightened on Eve’s stomach in warning. She understood....stay silent. This was not the first time she had been told the rules, ’’No matter what he did to her, she had to stay perfectly silent.’’
He waited five minutes, until the alphas were deep in discussion about something else. Then he thrust up again. Hard and deep, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
Eve’s nails dug into her palms, her teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. She couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t give away what was happening below the camera’s view.
"I think we need to revisit the agreement from last quarter," Silas said, his voice slightly rougher now. He thrust up again, this movement hidden by the desk but devastating to Eve. "The terms aren’t working for our territory."
Another thrust. Eve’s thighs trembled with the effort of staying still, of not riding him the way her body desperately wanted to.
"What changes are you proposing?" one of the alphas asked.
Silas launched into a detailed explanation of treaty modifications, all while thrusting up into Eve with increasing frequency. One brutal thrust every thirty seconds or so, just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to trigger suspicion from the alphas on screen.
Eve was dying. Burning up. The combination of being filled, being used, being made to stay silent while others watched unknowingly....it was the most exquisite torture she’d ever experienced.
Damon caught her eye from across the room and smirked, clearly enjoying watching her struggle. Damian’s expression was darker, more possessive, his eyes tracking every micro-expression that crossed her face.
"I think we’re in agreement then," one of the alphas said. "We’ll draft the new terms and reconvene next week."
"Excellent," Silas said, thrusting up hard enough that Eve’s eyes nearly rolled back. "I’ll have my legal team review the documents."
The pleasantries of ending the call dragged on...thank yous and goodbyes and promises to follow up. And through it all, Silas kept thrusting up with that same brutal rhythm. One hard thrust, then stillness, then another thrust just when she’d started to adjust.
Finally....finally...the screen went dark.
"Good girl," Silas murmured, and immediately started moving in earnest.
Eve cried out, the sound that had been trapped in her throat for the past forty minutes finally escaping. Silas fucked her hard and fast, his hand coming up to cover her mouth to muffle her screams.
"Did you like that?" he asked, his voice dark. "Being used during a meeting? Sitting on my cock while I conducted business? Knowing that if you’d made even one sound, everyone would have known what a desperate little thing you are?"
Eve couldn’t answer, could only moan against his hand as he drove into her with punishing force. The chair creaked beneath them, the sound obscene in the quiet office.
Damian appeared beside them, his hand sliding under her skirt to find her clit. "Come on his cock," he commanded. "Show us how much you loved being used like that."
Eve shattered, her body convulsing around Silas’s length. He followed her over with a groan, filling her deeply.
"That’s our good girl," Damon said, watching with satisfaction. "Always so responsive. Always so eager to please us."
Silas lifted her off him carefully, his release dripping down her thighs. "Go clean up," he said. "We have more meetings this afternoon, and you’re sitting in on all of them."
Eve’s legs shook as she walked to the attached bathroom. Behind her, she heard Damon’s low laugh.
"She loved it. Did you see her face? She was dying to scream." freёwebnovel.com
"She’s perfect," Damian agreed. "Absolutely perfect for us."
Eve cleaned herself up and stared at her reflection. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, her lips swollen. She looked thoroughly debauched.
She looked happy.
And that realization was almost more terrifying than anything else.
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Eve had barely made it through the rest of the day. Two more meetings where she’d sat quietly, trying to look professional while remembering what had happened during the morning session. Trying not to think about Silas’s cock buried inside her while he’d discussed pack politics.
Trying not to think about how much she’d loved it.
By the time dinner ended, her body was humming with need again. Always needing. Always craving. The bond....whatever it was....had strengthened to the point where even a few hours without their touch felt like deprivation.
She’d escaped to the bathroom for a shower, hoping the hot water would ease some of the tension. Instead, it just made her more aware of her sensitized skin, of the marks covering her body, of the constant ache between her legs.
The shower door opened.
All three brothers stepped inside, naked and clearly ready for more.
"We tried to give you an hour alone Eve," Damian said, backing her against the tile wall. "Made it thirty minutes before we couldn’t take it anymore."
"The pull is getting too strong," Silas added, his hands sliding up her sides. "Being apart from you even for that long physically hurts now."
"Then don’t be apart from me," Eve heard herself say.
Damon’s smile was wicked. "Careful what you wish for, little dancer."
Then Damian lifted her against the wall, his thirteen inches sliding home as water cascaded over them both. Then the started pounding into her like his live depended on it. He fucked her hard and fast, his hands bruising on her hips, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was more dominance than affection.
When he finished, Damon immediately took his place. No break, no recovery time. Just one brother to the next, all of them desperate and demanding.
"On your knees," Damon ordered after he’d emptied himself inside her.
Eve dropped to her knees on the shower floor, water streaming over her. Silas stood in front of her, his cock at eye level.
"Open."
She opened, and he fucked her throat with the same intensity his brothers had shown. No gentleness, no mercy, just using her mouth for his pleasure while water rained down on them both.
They took turns. Switching positions, switching holes, using her body in every way possible. The shower was big enough for all of them, and they used every inch of it.
By the time they finally turned off the water, Eve was boneless and shaking. They dried her carefully, but she could barely stand.
"Bed," Damian commanded. "Now."
"I can’t," Eve protested weakly. "I can’t take anymore today...."
"You can," Silas said. "And you will. Because tonight isn’t over yet."
*******
They’d lied when they said tonight wasn’t over.
Tonight was just beginning.
They took her to bed and proceeded to prove that four weeks of constant sex hadn’t diminished their appetite at all. If anything, it had made them more insatiable.
Round one was all three of them at once...the triple penetration that had become almost routine, though it never stopped being overwhelming. Two cocks stretching her pussy impossibly wide, one filling her ass, all of them moving in perfect synchronization.
Eve came so hard she saw stars, her golden glow lighting up the entire room.
Round two was each taking a turn, one after another. Damian with his brutal precision. Damon with his wild intensity. Silas with his devastating thoroughness.
Round three was experimentation....new positions, new angles, new ways to make her scream their names.
They fed her between rounds, forcing calories into her even when she was too exhausted to chew. Hydrated her. Cleaned her. Cared for her.
Then used her again.
At some point past midnight, Eve lost track of how many times she’d come. Lost track of which brother was inside her. Lost track of everything except the overwhelming pleasure and the feeling of being utterly, completely owned.
"She’s glowing constantly now," Damon observed at some point. "Not just when she comes. There’s always light under her skin."
"The transformation is accelerating," Damian said grimly. "We’re running out of time."
But they didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The need was too strong, the bond too demanding. It was as if they were under a spell.
As dawn broke over the estate, they finally let Eve rest. She passed out between them, her body thoroughly used, her skin luminous with that golden glow that never quite faded anymore.
"It is almost as if she’s feeding when we fill her up," Damian said quietly.
"I have also noticed" Damon responded. Sounding as confused as his brother
"What is she?," Silas asked. ’’Because she’s definately not human’’
