Free Web NovelChapter 27: Chapter 26: MORNING AFTER
Eve woke slowly, her body aching in ways that made last night come flooding back in vivid detail.
The pack gathering. Alpha Konstantin. The near-violence. And then the sex.....brutal, possessive, claiming sex that had lasted hours. They’d used her body to work through their rage and fear, marking her with bites and bruises even if they hadn’t left the permanent claiming marks she’d half-expected.
She stretched carefully, wincing at the soreness, and realized something unusual.
She wasn’t filled.
For the first time in weeks, she’d woken up without one of the brothers already inside her, already claiming her before consciousness fully returned.
Eve opened her eyes and found Damian sitting in a chair beside the bed, fully dressed, watching her with those intense gray eyes.
"You’re awake," he said, his voice rough like he hadn’t slept.
"Where are your brothers?" Eve asked, suddenly aware of their absence. Even though Damian was here, the empty space where Damon and Silas should be felt wrong.
"Pack business," Damian said, standing and crossing to the bed. "After last night’s incident with Konstantin, there are... concerns. Tensions that need to be addressed. Damon and Silas are handling it."
"And you stayed with me."
"We can’t leave you alone for long anymore," Damian admitted. "The bond is too strong. If all three of us had left, you’d start experiencing separation distress within an hour. So I stayed."
Eve sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal her naked body covered in marks from last night. Damian’s eyes darkened immediately, his nostrils flaring as he scented her arousal....automatic, instinctive, her body responding to his presence.
"Come here," he commanded softly.
Eve stood on shaky legs and crossed to him. The moment she was within arm’s reach, something inside her settled. The wrongness of not being filled, of waking up empty, became urgent and demanding.
Without being asked, without even thinking about it, Eve reached for his belt.
Damian’s hand caught her wrist, stopping her. "Eve...."
"Please," she interrupted, her voice already breathless with need. "I need... I woke up empty. Wrong. I need you inside me."
"You’re sore....."
"I don’t care." Her hands worked his belt free despite his grip, desperate and urgent. "Please, Damian. I need to feel right again."
His control snapped. He released her wrist and let her work, watching with dark satisfaction as she freed his cock from his pants. Thirteen inches of thick, hard flesh that made her mouth water despite having taken it countless times.
Damian sat back in the chair, spreading his legs. "Then take what you need."
Eve positioned herself over him, one hand bracing on his shoulder, the other guiding his massive length to her entrance. Even wet and ready, even stretched from weeks of constant use, the first press of his cock against her made her breath catch.
She sank down slowly, her body struggling to accommodate his size. Inch by impossible inch, her walls stretched around him until finally....finally...he was fully seated inside her.
"Now this is more like it," Eve breathed, her forehead resting against his. "I feel awake now."
"Good," Damian growled, his hands gripping her hips. "Then let’s make sure you’re thoroughly awake."
He thrust up hard, driving impossibly deeper, and Eve cried out. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on as he began to move with brutal efficiency.
This was different from their usual morning sessions. Usually, they controlled everything....the pace, the position, the intensity. But right now, with Eve on top and desperate, with Damian letting her set the rhythm even as he drove up to meet her, there was a rawness to it that felt new.
"That’s it," Damian encouraged as Eve began to move faster, chasing the pleasure building in her core. "Take what you need. Use my cock. Show me how desperate you are for it."
His mouth found her breast, sucking hard enough to leave another mark. His teeth grazed her nipple, making her gasp and clench around him.
"Fuck," Damian groaned. "You’re so tight this morning. Your body never stops amazing me."
Eve rode him harder, her body finding a rhythm that had both of them gasping. The chair creaked beneath them, protesting the force of their movements.
"I’m close," Eve gasped. "Already so close...."
"Then come," Damian commanded. "Come on my cock. Show me you’re mine."
Eve shattered, her body convulsing around his length. The orgasm was sharp and intense, made more so by the desperation she’d felt upon waking.
But Damian wasn’t done.
He stood, still buried inside her, and Eve’s legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the wall, pressing her back against it, and began to pound into her with renewed vigor.
"One isn’t enough," he said, his voice strained. "You need more. Your body is craving it. I can feel how desperately your pussy is clenching around me."
He was right. Despite the orgasm, Eve’s body was still hungry. Still demanding. The separation from his brothers, even with Damian inside her, had created a deficit she needed to fill.
Damian fucked her against the wall with brutal force, each thrust driving the breath from her lungs. Eve’s nails dug into his shoulders, her head thrown back, her moans echoing off the walls.
"That’s two," Damian said when she came again, even harder than the first time. "Let’s go for three."
He carried her to the bed, still inside her, and laid her on her back. Then he pushed her legs up and back, folding her nearly in half, and drove into her at an angle that made her scream.
"This position," he groaned, "lets me get so fucking deep. Feel that? Feel me hitting your cervix with every thrust?"
Eve could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of being folded and filled so completely. This position was vulnerable, exposing her completely, giving him total control.
Damian took full advantage, pounding into her with relentless precision. His thumb found her clit, circling with devastating accuracy.
"Come again," he demanded. "Three times before my brothers get back. Three times to prove you’re mine."
Eve came with a scream that probably carried through the entire estate, her body clenching so hard around him that Damian cursed and followed her over the edge.
But still he didn’t pull out.
"Bathroom," he said, lifting her again. "We both need to clean up. And I’m not done with you yet."
He carried her to the massive ensuite bathroom, his cock still buried inside her, and turned on the shower. Multiple heads immediately filled the space with steam.
"Damian, you can’t—we can’t—" Eve protested weakly.
"We can," he said, stepping under the water with her still impaled on his length. "And we will. I’m staying inside you until my brothers return. Keeping you filled. Keeping you satisfied."
The warm water cascaded over them both as Damian began to move again. Slower this time, more controlled, but no less intense. He fucked her standing up under the spray, the water making everything slick and slippery.
"Lean back," he instructed. "Against the wall."
Eve leaned back against the tile, and Damian’s hands went to her breasts, teasing and playing while he maintained that slow, deep rhythm. The water made the sensations different.....heightened somehow, the slip and slide adding to the overwhelming pleasure.
"This is insane," Eve gasped. "We’re taking a shower....."
"We’re fucking in the shower," Damian corrected. "There’s a difference. Though yes, we’re also getting clean. Multitasking."
He reached for the soap, lathering his hands, and began to wash her body. But his cock never stopped moving, never pulled out, maintaining that steady rhythm that kept her hovering just below orgasm.
His soapy hands slid over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs where they were joined. The added stimulation of his fingers playing with her clit while his cock filled her made Eve’s vision blur.
"Four," Damian said when she came again, her body trembling violently. "You’re so responsive this morning. So desperate for it."
He washed her hair next, his fingers massaging her scalp while his cock continued that slow, relentless thrusting. It was surreal...intimate and obscene at the same time, being washed and fucked simultaneously.
By the time he finally turned off the water, Eve had come five times and could barely stand. Damian carried her back to the bedroom, still inside her, and laid her gently on the bed.
Only then did he finally pull out. freewebnoveℓ.com
"Now you’re properly awake," he said with satisfaction, studying her thoroughly used body. "And thoroughly satisfied."
"For now," Eve admitted. "But I’m already starting to feel it. The need for your brothers. The emptiness."
"They’ll be here soon," Damian assured her, beginning to dry her body with a soft towel. "An hour at most."
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AN HOUR LATER
Eve was dressed in a comfortable sundress.....easy access, as the brothers preferred, when Damon and Silas finally returned.
Silas took one look at her and laughed. "You look thoroughly fucked."
Eve’s face heated. "Is it that obvious?"
"You’re glowing," Damon said, crossing to her and pulling her into his arms. "And you smell like sex and satisfaction and Damian. He took good care of you while we were gone."
"He did," Eve admitted, melting into Damon’s embrace. The moment he touched her, the low-level anxiety from their absence eased. "But I have questions. About last night."
The brothers exchanged glances.
"What kind of questions?" Damian asked carefully.
"About what happened with Alpha Konstantin. About why you reacted so violently to his interest in me." Eve pulled back from Damon to look at all three of them. "You called me your mate. In front of everyone. You were ready to kill him for just trying to touch me. And then you brought me up here and... and claimed me like you were proving something."
"We were," Silas said quietly. "Proving you’re ours. That you belong to us."
"But you didn’t mark me," Eve pointed out, touching her neck where permanent claiming bites would have gone. "If I’m really your mate, why didn’t you mark me? Properly, permanently? Isn’t that what mates do?"
The brothers looked at each other again, that silent communication that always frustrated her.
"We don’t know," Damian finally admitted.
"What do you mean you don’t know?"
"Our wolves," Silas explained. "They should have surfaced the moment we found our mate. Should have been clawing to get out, to mark you permanently, to complete the bond. But they haven’t. Not once in four weeks."
"My wolf is present," Damon added. "I can feel him. But he’s... quiet. Almost passive around you. That’s not normal for a mate bond."
"So I’m not your mate?" Eve asked, trying to hide the hurt in her voice.
"You are," Damian said firmly. "We feel the bond. The pull. The need. Everything points to you being our mate. Except our wolves aren’t claiming you the way they should."
"Which means something is wrong," Eve finished.
"Not wrong," Silas corrected. "Different. Unusual. Something we don’t understand." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"Then we need to find someone who does understand," Eve said. "Because I can’t keep living in this limbo. Not knowing what I am, what we are, what any of this means. It’s driving me crazy."
"We know," Damian said. "Which is why we’re taking you to see Elder Markov today."
"Who’s Elder Markov?"
"The oldest wolf in our pack," Damon explained. "Almost three hundred years old. He’s seen and experienced things we can’t even imagine. If anyone can explain what’s happening with our wolves, with you, with this bond....it’s him."
"When?" Eve asked.
"Now," Damian said, offering his hand. "He’s expecting us."
Eve took his hand, nerves making her stomach flutter. Something told her that whatever Elder Markov had to say, it was going to change everything.
She just hoped she was ready for it.
