Free Web NovelChapter 68: Chapter 67: Addiction
Damien pounded into her with abandon, all the control he’d maintained during the meeting now completely gone. The desk rattled with each thrust, items falling to the floor, but neither of them noticed.
"You have no idea," Damian said, his voice rough, "how hard it was to sit there calmly while you were coming on my cock. How much I wanted to bend you over this desk and fuck you properly instead of those subtle thrusts."
"Then do it now," Eve demanded. "Give me everything you were holding back."
Damian did exactly that. He flipped her over, pressing her face-down against the desk, and entered her from behind with bruising force. His pace was relentless, each thrust driving deeper, harder, absolutely claiming her.
Eve screamed into her arms, her golden glow blazing so bright now that the entire study was illuminated. Energy poured into her from Damian, satisfying the hunger that had brought her here, feeding her ravenous nature.
"Going to fill you," Damian groaned. "Going to empty myself inside you and then let my brothers take their turns. Going to make sure you’re so thoroughly fed that your bracelet stays green for hours."
"Yes," Eve sobbed. "Please, yes...."
Damian’s final thrust was so powerful it pushed Eve across the desk. His cock pulsed inside her as he came with a roar, flooding her with his release.
But true to his word, he pulled out and immediately moved aside.
"My turn," Damon said, already positioning himself behind her.
He entered her in one brutal thrust, not giving her a second to recover. Where Damian had been controlled then wild, Damon was wild from the start....pounding into her with savage intensity that made Eve scream continuously.
"Watching him fuck you while trying to conduct that meeting," Damon growled, "was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Seeing you bite his shoulder, seeing you come silently, knowing I couldn’t touch you, couldn’t claim you....it was torture."
"Then claim me now," Eve gasped between screams.
Damon did. For fifteen intense minutes, he fucked her on Damian’s desk, his pace never slowing, his thrusts never gentling. When he finally came, it was with a roar that probably echoed through the entire estate.
Silas was there immediately, pulling Eve’s trembling body into his arms.
"He carried her to the leather couch against the wall.
He laid her down gently, then entered her with surprising tenderness given how brutal his brothers had been. His pace was slower, deeper, each thrust deliberate and purposeful.
"I wanted to claim you the moment you walked in," Silas said, his dark eyes holding hers. "Wanted to stop the meeting immediately, tell those alphas to fuck off, and take you right there on the floor."
"Why didn’t you?" Eve asked, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"Because watching you and Damian was too beautiful," Silas admitted. "Watching you struggle to stay silent, watching you come on his cock while he calmly discussed pack politics.....it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen."
His pace increased gradually, building toward a crescendo that had both of them gasping. When they finally came together, it was with a intimacy that the previous two claimings hadn’t had....slower, deeper, more emotionally connected.
When Silas finally pulled out, all four of them collapsed in various positions around the study....Damian in his desk chair, Damon on the floor, Silas on the couch with Eve curled against his chest.
"Your bracelet," Damian said after they’d all caught their breath. "Check it."
Eve lifted her wrist. Solid green. So green it was almost glowing on its own.
"Completely fed," she confirmed.
Silence fell over the study as they all processed what had just happened.
"We need to talk about this," Silas said quietly.
"About what?" Damon asked, though his voice suggested he already knew.
"About the fact that we’re becoming addicted to her," Silas said bluntly. "About the fact that we can’t go more than a few hours without needing to claim her. About the fact that we just fucked her during an important pack meeting because we couldn’t wait."
"She needed to feed," Damian protested. "Her bracelet was yellow. We had to...."
"We could have postponed the meeting," Silas interrupted. "Could have called it off entirely when she came in. But instead, you fucked her because you couldn’t resist the combination of need and opportunity."
Damian fell silent, unable to deny it.
"I’m not saying it’s wrong," Silas continued. " We have done so multiple times. what I’m saying is that we need to acknowledge what’s happening. We’re not just feeding her anymore. We’re obsessed with her. Addicted to claiming her. We need her more than is probably healthy."
"Is it the soul bond?" Eve asked quietly. "Is this bond making you need me more than normal mates would?"
"Probably," Silas admitted. "Soul bonds are supposed to be more intense than regular mate bonds. More consuming. More.....everything." freēwebnovel.com
"And she’s succubus," Damon added. "We’re not just bonded to her emotionally and spiritually. We’re feeding her physically multiple times a day. Our bodies have learned that she needs us to survive. That feeding her is as essential as breathing."
"So we’re addicted because the bond is intense and because her nature requires constant feeding," Damian summarized. "And that addiction is only going to get stronger."
"What do we do about it?" Eve asked.
"Nothing," Damon said firmly. "We do nothing. Because this isn’t a problem that needs fixing. This is just....who we are now. Three alphas addicted to their succubus mate. Three males who can’t go more than a few hours without claiming their female."
"He’s right," Damian agreed. "This is our new normal. We’re addicted. So we embrace it. We accept it. We build our lives around it."
"And if it gets worse?" Eve asked. "If the addiction intensifies until we can’t function without each other?"
"Then we don’t function without each other," Silas said simply. "We stay together. Always. We structure our lives so we’re never apart long enough for the need to become unbearable."
Eve looked at her three mates....at the men who were so addicted to her, who couldn’t go hours without her, who were reorganizing their entire lives around her needs.
She should feel guilty. Should feel like a burden.
Instead, she felt....powerful. Wanted. Cherished.
"I’m addicted too," she admitted quietly. "Not just because I need to feed. But because I crave you. Crave the claiming, the connection, the feeling of being completely possessed by you. Every time you’re not touching me, I feel like something’s missing."
"Then we’re all addicted," Damon said with satisfaction. And I don’t see that as a problem."
"Neither do I," Damian agreed.
"Neither do I," Silas confirmed.
Eve smiled despite everything. "Then I guess we’ll just....live with it."
"More than live with it," Damon corrected.
"Starting with getting you cleaned up," Damian said, standing and offering Eve his hand. "And then feeding you again when your bracelet turns yellow. Which, based on current patterns, will be in about four hours."
"Four hours," Eve repeated. "And we’ll probably have sex at least twice before then."
"Probably three times," Damon corrected with a wicked grin. "We’re addicted, remember? We can’t help ourselves."
Eve laughed...the sound surprising her with its genuine happiness.
