The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 90: Chapter 89: Play with your clit while I fuck you.

"Both," Eve admitted, because lying to him was pointless. He could smell her arousal, could probably read every micro-expression on her face.

Damon’s grin turned feral. "Honest. I like that." He prowled onto the bed, caging her beneath him with his muscular arms. "Now tell me..what did it feel like? Feeding from them while they fucked?"

Eve’s cheeks burned, but Damon’s hand wrapped around her throat....not squeezing, just holding, reminding her who was in control.

"Answer me," he said softly. "Or I’ll edge you for the next three hours and not let you come at all."

"It felt..." Eve struggled to find words. "Overwhelming. Their pleasure was feeding into me, and I could feel everything they felt. Lily’s desperation. Marcus’s possessiveness. The way they fit together perfectly because they’re mates."

"And?" Damon prompted, his thumb stroking her pulse point.

"And it made me come," Eve whispered. "Without being touched. Just from the energy alone."

Damon groaned, his cock pressing hard and insistent against her thigh. "Fuck, that’s hot. My little succubus coming from stolen pleasure. Did they know? Did they have any idea you were there, feeding from them?"

"No. They thought it was just them. That they were just... really into each other suddenly."

"But it was you." Damon’s free hand slid down her body, fingers trailing between her breasts, over her stomach, stopping just short of where she needed him most. "Your power influencing them. Making them lose control. Making them need each other so badly they couldn’t wait to get somewhere private."

"I didn’t mean to," Eve protested again.

"But you liked it." Not a question. A statement of fact.

Eve closed her eyes, shame and arousal warring within her. "Yes," she finally admitted. "I liked it. Liked feeling that powerful. Liked watching them give in to desire. Liked...." She broke off, unable to continue.

"Liked knowing you could do the same to anyone," Damon finished for her. "Could make entire rooms full of people fuck just by being near them. Could bring this whole estate to its knees with nothing but your presence."

His fingers finally....finally....dipped between her thighs, finding her clit and circling it with maddening lightness. Eve’s hips bucked, seeking more pressure, but he held her down with the hand still wrapped around her throat.

"That power scares you," he continued, his voice a dark rumble. "But it also turns you on. Makes you wonder what else you could do. What else you could make people feel. Want. Need."

"Damon, please...."

"Please what?" He slipped one finger inside her, and Eve moaned at the intrusion. "Please fuck you? Please make you forget how dangerous you are? Please remind you that no matter how powerful you become, you’re still ours?"

"Yes," Eve gasped. "All of it. Please."

Damon’s smile was sharp and satisfied. "Since you asked so nicely."

He removed his hands, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flipped her over onto her stomach. His hands gripped her hips, hauling them up until she was on her knees, face pressed into the mattress.

"You want to experience it instead of just watching it?" Damon’s voice came from behind her, rough with barely controlled desire. "Want to know what it feels like to be fucked so hard you can’t think? To be used until you’re screaming and begging and completely wrecked?"

"Yes," Eve breathed into the sheets.

"Good." One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back until her spine arched. "Because I’m going to fuck you raw, little dancer. Going to make you scream so loud everyone in this estate knows exactly what’s happening in here. And you’re going to take it. All of it. Because this is what you wanted when you sat in that garden and got off on watching others."

Before Eve could respond, he slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Eve screamed.....from pleasure, from the sudden fullness, from the way he filled her so completely she felt split open. He was big, thick, and he’d given her no time to adjust before he was moving, fucking into her with relentless force.

"That’s it," Damon growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "Let them hear you. Let the whole pack know their Luna is getting fucked like the hungry little succubus she is."

He set a punishing pace....hard, fast, deep. Each thrust drove her forward on the bed, and she had to brace her hands against the headboard to keep from being pushed into it. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"You’re so tight," Damon groaned. "Even after Damian and I fucked you last night, you’re still gripping my cock like you never want to let go."

Eve couldn’t form words. Could only moan and gasp and take what he was giving her. Her succubus nature was feeding from him....pulling his energy in hungry gulps with every thrust, gorging herself on his lust and possessiveness and the dark satisfaction he felt at making her his.

"Touch yourself," Damon commanded, releasing her hair to grip both hips instead. "Play with your clit while I fuck you. I want to feel you come around my cock."

Eve’s hand flew to her clit, fingers circling the swollen bud desperately. The dual sensation....Damon pounding into her from behind, her own fingers working her clit....sent her spiraling toward climax embarrassingly fast.

"Already close," Damon noted with dark amusement. "You really are insatiable, aren’t you? Coming from Marcus and Lily’s fuck session wasn’t enough. You need more. Always more."

"Yes," Eve sobbed, her fingers moving faster. "Please, I need...."

"I know what you need." Damon’s hand cracked against her ass, the sharp sting making her clench around him. "You need to be reminded that you’re ours. That no matter how many people you accidentally enthrall, no matter how powerful you become....you belong to us. To me, to Damian, to Silas."

Another slap, harder this time, and Eve’s vision blurred with tears of pleasure-pain. "Say it," Damon demanded. "Say you’re ours."

"I’m yours," Eve gasped out. "All of yours. Always."

"Damn right you are." He increased his pace, impossibly, fucking her so hard the bed frame banged against the wall. "Now come. Come on my cock like you came watching those wolves. Show me what my little voyeur can do."

Eve’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. She screamed.....loud and shameless, just as Damon had wanted....her entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down on Damon’s cock, and she felt him swell inside her, felt the moment his control shattered.

"Fuck, Eve, fuck...." Damon’s rhythm faltered, became erratic, and then he was coming too, burying himself as deep as possible and spilling inside her with a roar.

The rush of his energy as he climaxed flooded into Eve, mixing with her own pleasure until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, perfect.

When it finally subsided, Damon collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard. After a moment, he carefully withdrew and rolled them both onto their sides, spooning her from behind with one possessive arm locked around her waist.

"You okay?" he asked, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to her shoulder.

Eve nodded, unable to form words yet. Her body felt like jelly, thoroughly used and completely satisfied.

"Good." Damon nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent. "Because we need to talk about what happened in the garden."

Eve stiffened. "I told you, I didn’t mean to...."

"I know you didn’t mean to," Damon interrupted. "But it happened anyway. Which means it could happen again. Elder Markov needs to know about this new manifestation of your powers."

"He’ll think I’m dangerous," Eve said quietly.

"You are dangerous," Damon agreed without hesitation. "But that’s not necessarily bad. Dangerous means capable of protecting yourself. Capable of surviving what’s coming." freёwebnovel.com

He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at her. "But you need to learn control. Need to be able to use your influence intentionally instead of accidentally. Because if the wrong person figures out you can make people lose control with just your presence...."

"They’ll try to weaponize it," Eve finished. "Try to use me to manipulate others."

"Exactly." Damon’s expression was serious now, the playfulness gone. "Which is why we train you. Why we push you. Why we make sure you’re strong enough and controlled enough that no one can use you against your will."

Eve turned in his arms to face him properly. "What if I can’t control it? What if this is just who I am now....someone who influences people without meaning to?"

"Then we adapt," Damon said simply. "Keep you away from large groups until you master it. Have Damian or me or Silas nearby to ground you when your powers spike. Whatever it takes."

He cupped her face, his green eyes intense. "You’re not a monster, Eve. You’re powerful. There’s a difference. And we’re going to make sure you understand that difference, even if it takes the rest of our lives."

Something in Eve’s chest loosened at his words. Not forgiveness....she still felt guilty about what she’d done to Marcus and Lily. But acceptance. Understanding that this was her reality now, and she could either learn to live with it or let it destroy her.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Damon grinned. "Don’t thank me yet. Wait until you hear what Damian’s going to say when he finds out you accidentally made two pack members fuck in the garden."

Eve groaned. "Do we have to tell him?"

"Oh, we definitely have to tell him." Damon’s grin widened. "In fact, let’s tell him right now."

Before Eve could protest, Damon was rolling out of bed and pulling her with him. "Come on. He’s probably in his office. Let’s go interrupt whatever boring pack business he’s doing and give him something actually interesting to focus on."

"I’m naked," Eve protested.

"So throw on a robe." Damon tossed her one of his shirts instead. "Or wear this. I like seeing you in my clothes anyway."

Eve pulled on the shirt....which hit her mid-thigh and smelled like him....and followed Damon out of the room. They passed Catherine in the hallway, and Eve didn’t miss the way Catherine’s eyes narrowed when she saw Eve wearing Damon’s shirt, her hair thoroughly mussed, marks already forming on her neck and hips.

Something cold flickered in Catherine’s expression before she smoothed it away behind professional courtesy. "Alpha Damon. Luna."

"Catherine," Damon acknowledged cheerfully, not noticing.....or not caring about....the tension.

As they continued toward Damian’s office, Eve glanced back over her shoulder. Catherine was still standing there, watching them with an expression Eve couldn’t quite read.

But there was something unsettling about it.

Something that made her skin prickle with instinctive warning.

Later, Eve told herself. I’ll think about Catherine later.

Right now, she had to face Damian and explain how she’d accidentally enthralled two pack members into public sex.

This was going to be a fun conversation.

Damon knocked once on Damian’s office door, then pushed it open without waiting for permission. "Hey bro, got a minute? Eve’s got something interesting to tell you."

Damian looked up from the papers spread across his desk, his gray eyes immediately assessing the situation.....Eve in Damon’s shirt, the fresh marks on her skin, the obvious signs of recent sex.

One eyebrow rose. "I’m listening."

Eve took a deep breath and began to explain.

This was her life now. Accidentally enthralling people. Getting fucked raw by her possessive mates. Learning to be powerful and dangerous and controlled.

And somehow, despite everything, she was starting to think she might actually survive it.

Maybe even thrive.