The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: How long have you been ready for me?

Damian kissed her then, slow and deep and absolutely possessive.

The week turned into the days she could feel the changes in them.

She could feel it in the way they moved around her. Like they were preparing for something. Like the calm domestic routine was about to shift into something more intense.

On the last night before things changed, Damian asked her to do something she hadn’t done before.

"Let me paint you completely," he said. "From first light until sunset. Just painting. No interruption. I need a full day of you being available just for me."

Eve agreed immediately. "When?"

"Tomorrow. We’ll tell the pack you’re unavailable for Luna duties. Tell the Conclave you need a day. Just give me that time."

"You have it," Eve said.

That night, Damian made love to her with unusual tenderness. Not possessive or frantic, but gentle. Reverent. Like he was trying to tell her something his words couldn’t express.

Damon held her afterward and Silas stroked her hair.

And Eve realized that they were all preparing her for something.

***

Dawn had barely broken when Damian woke Eve.

"Good morning," he said against her neck, his voice rough already. "Ready?"

Eve stretched, completely naked beneath the sheets. They’d fallen asleep that way, Damian needing her as close to bare as possible, needing the contact.

"Always," she said.

They didn’t eat breakfast. Didn’t waste time on anything except moving to his studio.

The canvas was already prepared...massive, blank, waiting.

"I want you to pose," Damian said, his voice carrying something Kane recognized. "And I want you to stay exactly as I position you. No moving unless I tell you to."

"Okay," Eve said simply, already moving toward the velvet chair.

But Damian caught her hand. "Not the chair. Here. On the floor. In the direct light."

He arranged her carefully on her knees, her body angled so the morning light caught every curve. Her hands positioned above her head. Her legs slightly spread. Completely vulnerable. Completely exposed.

Mine. Kane’s voice rumbled through Damian’s consciousness. Ours. Look at her. Waiting for us. Completely open.

Damian couldn’t respond. Could only grab his brush and begin painting.

The first hour was pure art. His brush moved with precision, capturing light and shadow, the elegant arch of her neck, the vulnerable softness of her exposed body.

But by second hour, it wasn’t pure art anymore.

"Don’t move," Damian said, setting down his brush.

He moved to her instead. His hand slid down her spine, feeling each vertebra, and Eve shivered.

"You’re cold?" he asked, but he knew better. This was anticipation. This was arousal.

"No," Eve breathed. "Just... feeling you."

Damian’s hand continued downward, following the path his brush had just painted. When he reached the curve of her ass, he squeezed gently.

Mark her, Kane demanded. Bite her. Make her understand that she belongs to us.

"Not yet," Damian murmured, but his hand slid between her legs to find her already wet. Ready.

He didn’t enter her....not yet. Just stroked her slowly while she held her position, didn’t move, completely at his mercy. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"How long have you been ready for me?" Damian asked, his mouth finding her shoulder.

"Since you told me to kneel," Eve said, her voice breathless.

Damian bit down on her shoulder...not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to mark. Hard enough to leave a bruise that would remind them both what this was about.

Eve gasped but didn’t move from her position.

Good. Kane’s satisfaction was palpable. She accepts our marks. She’s ours.

"Again," Eve whispered. "Mark me again."

Damian obliged. His teeth found her other shoulder, and he bit harder this time. When he pulled back, he could see the marks clearly...proof of his claim, visible marks that said she belonged to him.

His hand continued working between her legs while his mouth found her neck, her collarbone, her breast. Every place he could reach while she remained in position.

The orgasm that rolled through her was intense and grounding....she came while still on her knees, still holding position, completely under his control.

"That’s one," Damian said against her skin. "We’ve just started."

He pulled back to look at her. Her body was flushed. Her skin bore his marks. And her eyes....her eyes were darker, more aroused, more wanting.

"Come here," he said, moving to the large drop cloth spread across the studio floor.

Eve moved to him, and Damian positioned her on her hands and knees facing away from him.

"Right here," he said, his voice rough. "I’m going to claim you completely. and you are going to let me. Understood?"

"Yes," Eve said.

Damian moved behind her, and without further preamble, and he pushed inside.

The sensation of her pussy, wet and ready and completely his....nearly broke him.

Finally, Kane snarled with satisfaction. Finally we’re inside. She’s ours. We’re claiming her.

Damian’s pace was brutal from the first thrust. Not Building gradually but going hard immediately, his hips slamming against her ass with possessive force.

His hands gripped her waist, holding her in place so she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. Which she didn’t....her back arched, her moans filling the studio, her body pushing back to meet his thrusts.

"That’s it," Damian growled. "Take all of me. Take what you deserve."

His hand came down on her ass...hard enough to sting, hard enough to leave marks.

Then again. And again. Each slap was a claim. Each mark was proof of ownership.

Harder, Kane demanded. Faster. Mark her completely. Make her understand that she can never leave us. That she’s ours forever.

"Mine," Damian said aloud, his pace increasing impossibly. "You’re completely mine, Eve. Nobody else gets to see you like this. Nobody else gets to touch you like this. Only me. Only Kane. Only us."

"Yes," Eve gasped. "Only you. Only yours."

The first orgasm crashed through her with devastating force. Damian felt her inner walls clamp down around him so hard it nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped her over without pulling out, pressing her onto her back on the drop cloth so he could see her face while he fucked her.

This angle was even more intense. From this position he could go impossibly deep, could hit her g-spot with every thrust.

"Look at me," Damian ordered. "I want you to see exactly who’s claiming you."