Free Web NovelChapter 85: Chapter 84: Such a good little mate
Eve slipped two fingers inside herself with a broken moan, her back arching as she filled herself. It wasn’t enough....nothing would be enough except having one of her mates buried deep inside her...but Cain’s golden gaze made even her own touch feel electrifying.
"Deeper," he commanded, his hand still stroking her neck in a possessive caress. "All the way. I want to see you take them completely."
She pushed her fingers as deep as they would go, her palm pressing against her clit as she began to pump them in and out. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and desperate, and Cain’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction.
"Good girl," he praised, and the words made her clench around her own fingers. "Such a good little mate, doing exactly what I tell you. Do you know what that does to me? Watching you obey so perfectly?"
His free hand moved to palm his cock through his pants, and Eve could see how hard he was, could see the wet spot forming where pre-cum leaked from the tip. The sight made her mouth water and her fingers move faster.
"That’s it," Cain encouraged, his breathing growing heavier. "Faster. Harder. Show me how rough you like it. Show me what you need from me when I finally claim you properly."
Eve was crying now, tears streaming down her face as pleasure and terror warred within her. She was so close, balanced on the knife’s edge of orgasm, but she knew she shouldn’t come. Knew that giving herself over completely to Cain’s control was dangerous.
"Please," she sobbed, though she didn’t know what she was begging for.
Cain leaned down, his face inches from hers, his golden eyes boring into her very soul. "Come for me," he whispered against her lips. "Come on your fingers while I watch, and maybe....just maybe....I’ll give you my cock next."
The command shattered her. Eve came with a scream, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers kept pumping through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she was shaking and oversensitive.
Through the haze of her climax, she felt the energy in the room shift again....and this time, it was accompanied by the sound of the door slamming open with enough force to crack the frame.
Damian stood in the doorway, Damon right behind him, both of them radiating fury and power. Their eyes immediately locked onto Cain’s hand still resting on Eve’s throat, and Damian’s voice came out in a growl that was pure alpha dominance.
"Let her go, Cain."
Cain smiled, slow and lazy, like he found the threat amusing. He didn’t move his hand from Eve’s neck, didn’t even look away from her face.
"Are you being stingy with our mate now, Damian?" Cain’s voice dripped with nonchalant arrogance. "Or are you saying I don’t have the right to her? That I should sit back and watch while Rex and Kane mark her, while you and Damon fuck her every night, and just be grateful for the scraps?"
"Give control back to Silas," Damian ordered, his voice hard as steel. "Now."
"No." Cain’s smile widened, showing too many teeth. "I fought hard to gain control from that bastard today. Do you know how exhausting it is, watching him worship her pussy while I’m locked away inside? Feeling everything he feels, tasting everything he tastes, but never getting to truly experience it myself?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
He finally turned his golden gaze to Damian, and the power radiating from him made the air feel thick. "I want one hour. Just one hour to explore my mate’s body, to learn her sounds, to make her scream my name instead of Silas’s. Come back after that, and I’ll return control. But right now...." His hand tightened fractionally on Eve’s throat. "She’s mine."
Damian’s eyes flashed with lethal fury. In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and reached for Cain, clearly intending to physically remove him from Eve’s body.
But Cain simply disappeared.
One moment he was on the bed, his hand on Eve’s throat. The next, he was standing behind Damian, laughing with obvious delight.
"Even though you’re the eldest, Damian, and the strongest of us," Cain purred, circling the older alpha like a shark, "you know you can’t beat me when it comes to flexibility and agility. I’m faster. Always have been."
Damian turned, his gray eyes murderous. "You know that she’s not yet strong enough to withstand your claiming. We all know how much of a lunatic you are, how brutal and possessive. You said you’d wait until she’s strong enough to survive your madness. And you dare fight Silas for control? I thought your word meant something."
Cain’s expression shifted, something almost hurt flickering across his features before the arrogant mask slammed back into place. "Plans changed," he said with a shrug. "I couldn’t resist anymore. She smells so good, Damian. Like heaven and home and everything I’ve ever wanted. And that bastard Silas gets to worship her pussy while I watch from the inside, feeling everything but experiencing nothing. I just wanted to join the fun. Is that so wrong?"
He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay. Calm down. I have no need to claim her right now because we all know she won’t survive it. And I won’t go back on my word about waiting for her to be stronger. I’m possessive, not stupid. What good is a dead mate?"
Damian didn’t relax, didn’t lower his guard. Damon had moved to Eve’s side, pulling her trembling body into his arms and away from Cain’s reach.
"I’ll return control to this bastard," Cain continued, moving toward the bed where Eve was being held by Damon. "But make sure to beat him to a pulp and warn him to stop tempting me with our mate before I lose control permanently."
He reached Eve in three long strides, and before anyone could stop him, he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss.
It was brutal and claiming and absolutely devastating. His tongue invaded her mouth with the same aggressive possession he’d shown between her legs, tasting her, consuming her, marking her from the inside out. He kissed her so hard she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel the overwhelming power of his claim.
When he finally pulled back, Eve was gasping for air, her lips swollen and bruised. Cain smiled down at her....tender and terrifying in equal measure.
"Soon, little mate," he whispered, his golden eyes boring into hers. "Very soon, you’ll be strong enough. And when that day comes, I’m going to claim you so thoroughly you’ll forget your own name. You’ll only know mine."
Then his eyes flickered, the gold fading back to Silas’s familiar dark brown.
Silas had exactly one second to register what had happened....to see Eve’s terrified face, to feel Cain’s satisfaction lingering in his mind, to realize he’d lost control....before Damian’s fist connected with his jaw.
The force of the blow sent Silas flying backward off the bed. He hit the wall with a sickening crack, drywall crumbling around him as he slid to the floor.
"Damian..." Silas started, tasting blood in his mouth.
Damian was on him before he could finish, hauling him up by the throat and slamming him back against the wall. "You lost control," he snarled, his face inches from Silas’s. "You promised us....promised her....that you’d maintain control until Cain said she was ready. And you broke that promise."
"I didn’t mean to," Silas gasped, Damian’s hand cutting off most of his air. "He was too strong. I tried to hold him back, but he..."
"But nothing." Damian’s grip tightened. "You came into this room alone with her. You put your mouth on her, worked her up, lowered your guard. You gave Cain the opening he needed."
He threw Silas across the room, and the younger alpha crashed into the dresser, shattering the mirror. Blood ran down Silas’s face from where glass had cut him, but he didn’t fight back. Didn’t defend himself.
Because Damian was right.
On the bed, Damon held Eve close, his hand stroking her hair as she shook in his arms. "Shh," he murmured against her temple. "You’re okay. He’s gone. Cain’s gone."
But Eve couldn’t stop shaking. The phantom feeling of Cain’s hand on her throat, his golden eyes burning into hers, the absolute certainty that if Damian and Damon hadn’t arrived when they did, Cain would have claimed her regardless of the consequences....it all crashed over her in waves of delayed terror.
"I couldn’t breathe," she whispered. "When he kissed me, I couldn’t breathe."
Damon’s arms tightened around her. "I know, little dancer. I know."
Damian stalked toward Silas again, his fists clenched. Blood dripped from Silas’s nose, from the cuts on his face, but he just stood there and took it when Damian’s fist connected with his stomach, doubling him over.
"You endangered our mate," Damian said, his voice deadly calm now....which was somehow worse than his fury. "You knew the risks. Knew that Cain is the most possessive, the most likely to lose control. And you still put yourself in a situation where he could take over."
"Fuck! I’m sorry," Silas choked out"
"Sorry doesn’t cut it." Damian grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look at the bed where Eve sat wrapped in Damon’s arms, still shaking. "Look at her. Look at what your lack of control did to her."
Silas’s dark eyes....back to their normal color now....found Eve’s, and the anguish in them was palpable. "Eve....."
Damian released Silas with a shove that sent him stumbling backward. "You’re confined to your room until we figure out how to make sure this doesn’t happen again. You don’t come near Eve unless Damon or I are present. You don’t feed from her alone. You don’t even look at her without permission. Are we clear?"
Silas’s jaw clenched, every instinct screaming against separation from his mate, but he nodded. "Clear."
"Good." Damian turned his back on his brother, dismissing him. "Get out of my sight before I decide breaking your jaw isn’t punishment enough."
Silas cast one more agonized look at Eve before stumbling toward the door. The door closed behind him with a soft click that sounded like a death knell.
Eve finally let herself cry, great heaving sobs that shook her entire body. Damon held her through it, rocking her gently while Damian paced like a caged animal, his fury still riding him hard.
"We need to call Elder Markov," Damon said over Eve’s head. "This changes things. If Cain can break through Silas’s control this easily...."
"Then we’re running out of time," Damian finished grimly. "We need to accelerate Eve’s training. Get her strong enough to survive Cain’s claiming before he surfaces again and doesn’t give her back."
"What if I can’t?" Eve’s voice was muffled against Damon’s chest. "What if I’m never strong enough? What if next time Cain decides not to wait?"
Damian stopped pacing and came to sit on the bed beside them. His hand found Eve’s, squeezing firmly. "Then we’ll deal with it. We’ll find a way to suppress Cain until you’re ready, even if it means binding him the way your succubus nature was bound."
The thought should have been comforting. Instead, it just made her cry harder.
Damon’s phone buzzed, and he fished it out one-handed, still holding Eve. His expression darkened as he read the message.
"Elder Markov," he reported. "He’s on his way. And he’s bringing someone with him.....a specialist in wolf-human integration issues."
"Good," Damian said. "Because we need answers. Need to know if there’s a way to strengthen Eve faster, or to help Silas maintain better control, or...." He broke off, running a hand through his hair in frustration...Or to find a way to keep Eve alive when the inevitable happened and Cain took control for good.’’
