Free Web NovelChapter 93: Chapter 92: Damon’s Devotion
Damon didn’t wait for permission or discussion. The moment they reached the master bathroom, he had Eve pressed against the cool tile wall, the shower spray creating a curtain of heat around them.
"My turn," he growled against her neck, his hands already roaming possessively over her body. "Damian got to teach you control. Now I get to make you lose it completely."
"Damon...." Eve started, but he silenced her with a bruising kiss.
"No talking," he commanded when he pulled back. "Just feeling. Just take whatever I give you."
His mouth moved down her throat, teeth scraping over her pulse point, tongue soothing the sting. Water sluiced over them both as he continued his descent....over her collarbones, between her breasts, stopping to lavish attention on each nipple until Eve was gasping and arching into him.
"So responsive," Damon murmured against her skin. "Even after Damian fucked you senseless, you still want more. Still need more."
"Yes," Eve breathed, her hands fisting in his wet hair.
"I know, little dancer." He dropped to his knees on the shower floor, looking up at her with those wild green eyes. "And I’m going to give you everything. But first...." His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. "I’m going to taste you properly. Been dying to bury my face between your legs since I watched you in that garden."
"You already fucked me earlier," Eve reminded him, though her body was already trembling with anticipation.
"That was quick. Rough. Taking the edge off." Damon’s breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh, making her whimper. "This is different. This is me worshipping my mate the way she deserves. This is me showing you exactly how obsessed I am with this perfect pussy."
Before Eve could respond, his mouth was on her.
The first sweep of his tongue drew a cry from her throat that echoed off the bathroom tiles. Damon groaned in satisfaction, the sound vibrating against her clit as he licked her again, slower this time, savoring.
"Fuck, you taste good," he muttered between licks. "Like honey and sin and everything I’ve ever wanted."
His tongue delved deeper, fucking into her entrance while his nose pressed against her clit. Eve’s head fell back against the tile, her hands tightening in his hair as he ate her like a man starving.
"Damon," she gasped. "Oh god, Damon..."
"That’s it," he encouraged, briefly lifting his head. "Say my name. Let Damian and Silas hear exactly who’s making you feel this good."
He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, and Eve nearly came off the wall. Only Damon’s hands gripping her hips, holding her in place, kept her grounded.
"Not yet," he warned, pulling back just enough to speak. "You don’t come until I’ve had my fill. And little dancer...." His grin was absolutely feral. "I’m going to take my time."
True to his word, Damon settled in like he had all the time in the world. His tongue explored every fold, every sensitive spot, He’d find a technique that made her moan, then repeat it until she was writhing, only to switch to something else entirely.
Broad strokes of his tongue up her entire slit. Quick flicks against her clit. Deep thrusts inside her. Gentle sucking on her lips. The unpredictability kept Eve on edge, never knowing what sensation would come next, unable to build toward climax because he kept changing rhythm.
"You’re torturing me," Eve sobbed, her thighs trembling with the effort of staying upright.
"No," Damon corrected, two fingers sliding inside her while his tongue continued its assault. "I’m fucking you. There’s a difference."
He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside that made her see stars, and kept them there while his mouth focused on her clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing Eve rapidly toward the peak she’d been denied.
"Damon, please, I’m going to...."
"Then come," he said simply, his voice muffled against her flesh. "Come on my tongue, little dancer. Give me the first one."
Permission granted, Eve shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her with devastating force, her inner walls clamping down on Damon’s fingers while his tongue kept working her clit, prolonging the pleasure until she was shaking.
When she finally came down, panting and oversensitive, Damon didn’t stop.
"That’s one," he said conversationally, as if he hadn’t just given her a mind-blowing orgasm. "I want at least five before I fuck you."
"Five?" Eve’s voice came out as a squeak. "Damon, I can’t...."
"You can," he interrupted firmly. "And you will. Because I want to taste you coming over and over. Want to feel you shake apart on my tongue until you’re begging me to stop. Until the only word you remember is my name."
His mouth returned to her pussy, and Eve realized he was absolutely serious. He was going to eat her until she couldn’t take anymore.
The second orgasm built faster than the first. Damon knew her body now, knew exactly which spots to target, exactly how much pressure to apply. When he added a third finger, stretching her wider, Eve came with a scream that probably woke the entire estate. freewebnovёl.ƈom
"Two," Damon counted, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re doing so well, little dancer. Give me three more."
Eve’s legs were shaking so badly she didn’t think she could stand much longer, but Damon seemed to anticipate this. He shifted her weight, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder to give himself better access while supporting her more fully.
"There we go," he murmured, his breath hot against her oversensitive flesh. "Just hold on to me. Let me take care of everything."
This angle was deeper, more intense. His tongue could reach places it couldn’t before, and when he thrust it inside her while his thumb circled her clit, Eve nearly collapsed.
"Stay with me," Damon commanded. "Don’t you dare pass out. I want you awake and aware for every single orgasm I give you."
He was relentless. Every time Eve thought she couldn’t possibly come again, he’d find some new combination of tongue and fingers and suction that proved her wrong. The third orgasm rolled through her like a wave....gentler than the first two but somehow deeper, making her entire body clench with pleasure.
"Three," Damon announced, sounding pleased. "Halfway there, beautiful. You taste even better when you’re coming. Did you know that? Like your body releases something extra, something addictive."
"Damon, please," Eve begged, though she didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or continue. "I can’t....it’s too much...."
"It’s not enough," Damon corrected. He pulled his fingers out, using both hands to spread her wider, exposing her completely to his gaze. "Look how pretty and swollen you are. How wet. Your pussy is crying for me, little dancer. Begging for more."
He leaned in and dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick that made Eve’s vision blur.
"I could do this forever," Damon confessed, his voice almost reverent. "Could spend hours between your thighs, tasting you, making you come, learning every sound you make. This right here...." He pressed a kiss directly to her clit. "This is my heaven."
His devotion should have been overwhelming, should have made Eve self-conscious. Instead, it made her feel powerful. Desired. Worshipped in a way she’d never experienced.
"You love this, don’t you?" she gasped as his tongue resumed its work. "Love making me fall apart."
"Absolutely," Damon agreed without shame. "Love watching you lose control. Love feeling you shake. Love knowing I’m the one making you feel this good."
He sucked her clit into his mouth, hard, and Eve’s fourth orgasm hit her without warning. This one was almost painful in its intensity, pleasure bordering on too much, her body so oversensitized that every touch felt magnified.
"Four," Damon said, though his voice was starting to show strain. "One more, little dancer. Give me one more and then I’ll fuck you. Give you what you really need."
"I need it now," Eve sobbed. "Please, Damon, I need your dick....."
"One. More." He punctuated each word with a lick. "Show me you can take everything I give you."
From somewhere outside the shower, Silas’s voice carried through: "She’s going to pass out if you don’t stop soon."
"She’s stronger than that," Damon called back, never lifting his mouth from Eve’s pussy. "Aren’t you, little dancer? You can give me one more."
Eve wanted to argue, wanted to tell him it was impossible, but Damon’s fingers were inside her again....four this time, stretching her almost uncomfortably wide....and his tongue was doing something absolutely obscene to her clit.
"Come for me," he commanded against her flesh. "One more time. Show me how good I make you feel."
The fifth orgasm was different from the others. It built slowly, almost reluctantly, her body exhausted but unable to resist Damon’s expert touch. When it finally crested, it wasn’t explosive....it was deep, rolling through her in waves that seemed to last forever, pulling a broken sob from her throat.
"Five," Damon said with deep satisfaction. He carefully lowered her leg from his shoulder and stood, catching her when her knees buckled. "Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect."
He turned off the shower....when had the water turned cold?....and carried her to the bed where Damian and Silas waited. Both brothers looked aroused and impressed in equal measure.
"That was quite a show," Damian observed as Damon laid Eve on the bed.
"She tastes like fucking ambrosia," Damon said, his lips still glistening with her arousal. "Could eat her pussy for hours and never get bored."
"You nearly did," Silas pointed out, moving to sit beside Eve and stroking her damp hair. "How are you feeling, little mate?"
"Boneless," Eve admitted. "Wrecked. Amazing."
"Good." Damon climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. "Now I’m going to fuck you. And I’m not going to be gentle."
Despite having just come five times, Eve’s body responded immediately to Damon’s promise. Her succubus nature purred with need, recognizing that feeding from orgasms alone wasn’t enough....she needed the energy transfer that came with penetration.
"Please," she breathed, spreading her legs wider in invitation.
Damon groaned at the sight of her....wet, swollen, completely open for him. "You’re going to ruin me," he muttered, lining himself up at her entrance. "Going to make me obsessed. Going to turn me into a fucking addict."
"Good," Eve said, surprising herself with the boldness. "Be obsessed. Be addicted. Be mine."
Something shifted in Damon’s expression....the playful mask dropping to reveal raw possession. "Already am," he growled, and slammed into her.
Eve cried out, her oversensitized body protesting and welcoming the intrusion simultaneously. Damon filled her completely, stretched her perfectly, made her feel claimed in the most primal way.
"Fuck," he cursed, his control already fracturing. "You’re so tight. So wet. So fucking perfect."
He didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t start slow. He fucked her hard and fast, each thrust driving deep, hitting spots that made her see stars. The bed frame banged against the wall with the force of his movements.
"This is what you do to me," Damon panted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Make me lose my mind. Make me need you so badly I can’t think straight. Make me want to fuck you until neither of us can move."
"Yes," Eve gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."
"Never," Damon promised. "Never going to stop claiming you. Fucking you. Making you mine."
His pace became brutal, punishing, exactly what Eve’s succubus nature craved. She fed from him hungrily, pulling his energy with every thrust, gorging herself on his lust and possession and wild devotion.
"That’s it," Damon encouraged roughly. "Take from me. Take everything. Drain me dry if you want. I don’t fucking care as long as I’m inside you."
Eve’s sixth orgasm....impossible, overwhelming.....built rapidly. "Damon, I’m...."
"I know," he growled. "I can feel you getting tighter. Feel you about to come. Do it. Come on my cock, little dancer. Show me what I do to you."
She came with a scream, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice. The sensation pushed Damon over the edge.....his rhythm faltered, became erratic, and then he was coming too, roaring her name as he spilled inside her. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
The rush of his energy flooding into her was intoxicating. Eve felt drunk on it, on him, on the absolute certainty that she was exactly where she belonged.
When Damon finally collapsed beside her, both of them panting and covered in sweat despite the recent shower, he pulled her against his chest with surprising tenderness.
"Mine," he murmured into her hair. "My little dancer. My mate. Mine."
"Yours," Eve agreed, too exhausted to say more.
From the other side of the bed, Silas’s hand found hers, squeezing gently. "My turn next," he said quietly. "But you need to rest first."
"I’m fine," Eve protested weakly.
"You’re wrecked," Damian corrected from his position leaning against the headboard. "Damon just made you come six times. You need to recover before Silas has his way with you."
"And I plan to take my time," Silas added, his dark eyes promising exactly that. "Slow and deep and thorough. So yes, little mate.....rest now. Because once I start, I won’t want to stop."
Eve should have been intimidated by the promise. Instead, her body thrummed with anticipation. Three alphas, three different forms of dominance, three sources of endless energy.
This was her life now. And despite everything.....the fear, the danger, the uncertainty about what she was becoming....she was starting to think she might not just survive it.
She might actually thrive.
As she drifted toward sleep, surrounded by her three mates, Eve’s last conscious thought was of the garden. Of Marcus and Lily losing control. Of the power she’d wielded without meaning to.
Damian had taught her control through denial.
Damon had taught her surrender through devotion.
Tomorrow, Silas would teach her something else. Something about patience and obsession and the kind of claiming that reached soul-deep.
And through it all, she’d keep getting stronger. Keep learning to wield the power that terrified her. Keep becoming the queen they kept insisting she already was.
One brutal, perfect lesson at a time.
But for now, she slept. Safe. Claimed. Theirs.
Always theirs.
