Free Web NovelChapter 55: Chapter 54: Kane
Eve woke to the familiar pull of hunger....but this time, she didn’t hesitate.
She reached for the bracelet on her wrist, checking the gem. Yellow. Time to feed.
"I’m hungry," she said immediately, not waiting, not trying to be considerate. The brothers, already awake and watching her, moved immediately.
"Good girl," Damian praised, pulling her into his arms. "Asking right away. That’s exactly what we need from you."
"How do you want it this morning?" Damon asked, his hands already working to remove her silk nightgown.
"I want to ride Damian," Eve said, her confidence growing as she embraced her needs. "I want to control the pace this time."
"Then ride me," Damian said, lying back and pulling her on top of him. His thirteen inches stood proud and ready, and Eve positioned herself above him.
She sank down slowly, taking him inch by glorious inch, watching his face as she filled herself completely. Then she began to move....rolling her hips, finding a rhythm that made both of them groan.
"That’s it," Damian encouraged, his hands gripping her hips. "Take what you need. Use me."
Eve’s pace increased, her confidence building with each roll of her hips. Her skin began to glow as energy started flowing through the bond, feeding her hungry nature. This felt good....being in control, taking what she needed without guilt or hesitation.
She leaned forward, changing the angle, and both of them gasped as he hit deeper. Her movements became more urgent, more desperate, chasing the pleasure and the energy she needed.
"Fuck, you’re beautiful like this," Damon said from the side, watching her ride his brother with clear appreciation. "So confident. So powerful."
Eve’s glow intensified as she approached her first orgasm. She could feel it building, coiling tighter in her core, ready to explode....
Then everything changed.
Damian’s eyes flashed pure gold. Not the partial gold of his wolf trying to surface, but complete, total gold that blazed like fire.
His hands on her hips tightened to bruising force, and a growl ripped from his throat....deep, primal, completely animalistic.
"MINE," the voice that came from Damian’s mouth was not entirely his. Deeper. More feral. His wolf. "MATE. MINE."
"Oh shit," Silas breathed. "His wolf just surfaced."
Before Eve could process what was happening, Damian...no, his wolf...flipped their positions with supernatural speed. Suddenly Eve was on her back with Damian looming over her, his eyes still blazing gold, his expression completely feral.
Then he started pounding into her.
Not the controlled, intense fucking Damian usually delivered. This was pure animal claiming. Brutal, savage, relentless thrusts that drove the breath from Eve’s lungs and made her scream.
"MATE," the wolf growled with each thrust. "MINE. FEED YOU. PROTECT YOU. MINE."
Eve could only hold on, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her with a force that bordered on violent. The pleasure was overwhelming, terrifying, impossible to process.
"Damian!" Damon moved forward, worried. "Ease up.....you’re going to hurt her!"
But the wolf snarled at him...an actual snarl that made even Damon take a step back.
"We can’t interfere," Silas said, grabbing Damon’s arm. "Not while his wolf has control. If we try to take her from him now, he’ll see us as threats. He could hurt all of us."
"But he’s hurting her!" Damon protested, watching Eve scream as the wolf continued his brutal claiming.
"I know," Silas said tightly. "But look...she’s glowing. She’s feeding. Her body is handling it even if it’s intense."
It was true. Eve’s skin was radiating golden light brighter than it ever had, her succubus nature feeding greedily on the raw, primal energy the wolf was providing.
After thirty minutes of the most brutal fucking Eve had ever experienced, the wolf suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, and slammed into her ass instead.
Eve screamed even louder, the new position somehow even more intense, even more overwhelming.
"MINE," the wolf kept growling. "MATE. MINE. FEED YOU. MINE."
He alternated every thirty minutes....pussy to ass, ass to pussy....each position somehow more brutal than the last. Eve was crying now, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming intensity, but her body kept responding, kept glowing, kept feeding on the inexhaustible energy the wolf provided.
One hour passed. Then two.
The wolf showed no signs of stopping, no signs of tiring. He just kept fucking Eve with relentless, savage intensity, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.
"She’s going to pass out soon," Damon said, watching Eve’s increasingly weak movements. "She can’t take much more of this." freeweɓnøvel.com
"Kane," Silas called out, using the name of Damian’s wolf. "She’s had enough. She’s fed. You need to let her rest."
The wolf....Kane....snarled but didn’t stop.
"KANE," Damon said more firmly, using his own alpha authority. "Our mate needs rest. You’re going to hurt her if you don’t stop."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Eve’s body went completely limp. She’d passed out....not from hunger this time, but from the sheer overwhelming intensity of being fucked by a feral wolf for two solid hours.
"She’s unconscious," Damon said urgently. "You need to stop. NOW."
Kane finally stilled, his cock still buried deep inside Eve’s pussy. He looked down at his unconscious mate, and something like concern flickered across his feral features.
But he didn’t pull out. Didn’t let her go.
Instead, he carefully repositioned them both on the bed...lying down with Eve pulled tight against his chest, his cock still inside her, holding her in place.
"MINE," Kane said one more time, softer now. "Protect. Mine."
Then the gold faded from Damian’s eyes. His expression shifted from feral to confused to horrified as he regained control and realized what had happened.
"Oh God," Damian breathed, looking down at Eve’s unconscious, thoroughly marked body still impaled on his cock. "What did I....what did he..."
He carefully withdrew from her, and Eve whimpered even in unconsciousness. Her body was covered in marks...bite marks, bruises, claw marks where Kane’s partial shift had left scratches on her hips and thighs.
"Your wolf nearly killed her," Silas said bluntly as Damian gently tucked Eve into bed, his hands shaking.
"I couldn’t...I couldn’t control him," Damian said.
"Wolves don’t listen to reason when they’re claiming their mate for the first time," Damon said grimly. "Especially not alpha wolves. And definitely not when the mate is a succubus broadcasting need and hunger."
Damian pressed a kiss to Eve’s face, checking her breathing, her heartbeat, making sure she was just unconscious and not actually injured. Her bracelet still glowed green...well-fed, despite the brutality of how she’d been fed.
"We need to talk," Silas said quietly. "Outside. Let her rest."
The three brothers moved to the sitting room, closing the bedroom door quietly behind them.
"Kane nearly killed her," Silas repeated once they were alone. "Two hours of that level of intensity....most humans would be dead. Most wolves would be seriously injured. Eve survived because she’s succubus, because her body is built to handle intense sexual energy. But Silas...." He looked at Damian seriously. "What happens when my wolf surfaces? When Damon’s wolf surfaces? What happens if all three of us lose control at the same time?"
"We’d kill her," Damon said flatly. "Three feral alpha wolves claiming a succubus simultaneously? She wouldn’t survive it. No matter how strong she is, no matter how much her body can handle....three of us at that level of intensity would destroy her."
"We can’t let that happen," Damian said, his voice hollow with guilt and fear. "We have to find a way to control our wolves. To make them understand that they can’t claim her like that."
"Elder Markov," Silas said suddenly. "We need to talk to Elder Markov. He’s dealt with unusual matings before. Maybe he knows how to manage this....how to let our wolves claim her properly without killing her in the process."
"And Dr. Thorne," Damon added. "She needs to examine Eve, make sure Kane didn’t cause any internal damage. Two hours of that..." He shook his head. "I’m surprised she’s still breathing."
"Her healing factor," Silas reminded them. "She’s already healing. Look...." He pulled up the app connected to Eve’s bracelet. "Her vitals are stable. Heart rate is elevated but steady. No signs of internal trauma. She’s okay."
"This time," Damian said bitterly. "She’s okay this time. But what about next time? What about when Damon’s wolf surfaces? When yours does? What about when they all want to claim her at once?"
The room fell into heavy silence as they contemplated that terrifying possibility.
"We need a plan," Silas said finally. "A way to manage the claiming that doesn’t end with Eve dead or broken. Because our wolves aren’t going to wait much longer. They’ve been patient, but after this....after Kane got to claim her...the other two are going to be desperate for their turn."
"How long do we have?" Damon asked.
"Days," Silas estimated. "Maybe a week at most. The wolves are getting too restless, too aggressive. They’re going to surface whether we want them to or not."
"Then we have days to figure this out," Damian said, his jaw set with determination. "Days to find a way to let them claim her safely. Because I won’t...I can’t watch Kane hurt her like that again. And I definitely can’t watch all three of us hurt her together."
"Agreed," Damon said.
"Agreed," Silas echoed.
They sat in grim silence, each lost in their own thoughts, each terrified of what was coming.
Because the wolves were coming. That was inevitable.
The only question was whether Eve would survive when they did.
