Chapter 323: Chapter 323: I want to feel you come around me

Eve positioned herself over him and sank down slowly. From this angle he filled her completely, and the stretch made her gasp.

"That’s it," Damian murmured. "Take all of me."

Eve started moving, rolling her hips, finding a rhythm that felt good. Damian’s hands settled on her waist, guiding but not controlling, letting her lead.

"Beautiful," he said, his eyes tracking over her face. "You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Taking your pleasure. Using me."

Eve’s pace increased. The angle was perfect, hitting exactly where she needed, and she could feel another orgasm building despite the fact that she’d already come four times.

"Touch yourself," Damian said. "I want to feel you come around me."

Eve’s hand slid between them, finding her clit, and the added stimulation made her rhythm falter.

"Don’t stop," Damian ordered. His hands tightened on her waist, helping her maintain the pace. "Keep going. You’re so close."

He was right. The pleasure was coiling tight, building toward something massive, and when Damian leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth the orgasm hit her like a freight train.

Eve came with a scream, her entire body locking up, her inner walls clamping down around Damian like a vice. He groaned and thrust up hard, and she felt him pulse inside her as he followed her over.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard, both trembling.

Then Damian carefully lifted her off him and laid her down on the bed. "You did so well," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "So perfect for us."

Eve couldn’t form words. Could barely think. She was completely wrung out and thoroughly satisfied and convinced she’d never move again.

The bed dipped as all three of her mates surrounded her. Damian behind her, his arm draped over her waist. Silas in front, his hand holding hers. Damon pressed against her side.

"Sleep," Silas said quietly. "We’ve got you."

And surrounded by her mates, claimed and cherished and completely theirs, Eve let herself drift into the most peaceful sleep she’d had in weeks.

***

Eve woke slowly, awareness returning in pieces. Warmth surrounding her. The scent of sandalwood and amber and something uniquely them. Strong arms holding her close.

She opened her eyes to find herself tangled between all three of her mates in the enormous bed, morning sunlight streaming through the windows, and absolutely no desire to move.

Last night had been... transcendent. Her body still felt the echo of it—the pleasant ache in her muscles, the sensitivity of her skin, the bone-deep satisfaction that came from being thoroughly claimed by the men she loved.

"Good morning," Silas murmured against her hair. His hand was tracing lazy patterns on her hip. "How are you feeling?"

"Amazing," Eve said honestly. "Sore. But amazing."

"Sore is good," Damon said from behind her, his voice still rough with sleep. "Means we did our job properly."

Damian appeared in the doorway carrying a tray, already dressed in loose pants and nothing else. His eyes tracked over her naked form sprawled between his brothers with obvious satisfaction. "Breakfast. You need to eat."

Eve started to sit up, but Silas’s arm tightened around her waist. "Stay," he said quietly. "Let us take care of you."

So she did. Let Damian feed her pieces of fruit and toast. Let Damon hold a cup of coffee to her lips. Let Silas keep her wrapped in his warmth while his brothers tended to her.

It felt decadent. Luxurious. Like she was something precious and cherished instead of a Queen with responsibilities and political pressures.

"We have things to do today," Eve said eventually, though her body was already responding to the way Damon’s hand had started stroking her thigh. "Callum’s decision. The pack. I should..."

"You should stay right here," Damian interrupted, setting the breakfast tray aside. His eyes had gone dark. "Because looking at you like this....naked and satisfied and marked up from last night....is making me want things."

"What kinds of things?" Eve’s voice came out breathier than intended.

Damian’s smile was pure sin. "The kind where we spend the entire day in this bed making sure you understand exactly how much we worship you."

Eve’s pulse kicked. "The entire day?"

"At minimum," Silas said, and when she turned to look at him his eyes had that intense focus that meant his careful control was slipping. "We have weeks of restraint to make up for. Weeks of wanting you and holding back because there was always something more urgent. Well, there’s nothing urgent today. Just you. Just us. Just this."

Damon’s hand slid higher on her thigh. "Say yes."

Eve’s breath caught. Her body was already responding, already heating despite the thorough attention they’d given her last night. "Yes."

"Good girl," Damian murmured.

Then all three of them moved at once.

Silas pulled her on top of him, settling her so she straddled his hips. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head down for a kiss that was slow and deep and devastating. Behind her, she felt Damon’s hands on her waist, steadying her, and Damian moved to kneel beside them.

"I want to watch you ride him," Damian said, his voice rough. "Want to see you take your pleasure while we worship every inch of you."

Silas’s hands moved to her hips, lifting her slightly, and Eve felt the thick head of his cock press against her entrance. She was still wet from last night, still open, and when she sank down onto him they both groaned.

"Fuck," Silas breathed. "You feel incredible."

Eve started moving, rolling her hips, finding the rhythm that felt best. Silas’s hands guided her but didn’t control her, letting her set the pace, and it felt powerful and vulnerable all at once.

Damian’s hand slid into her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her throat. "So beautiful," he murmured against her skin. "So perfect."

Damon appeared beside her, his hand finding her breast, thumb circling her nipple with maddening precision. "Touch yourself," he ordered softly. "Show us what you like."