Chapter 324: Chapter 324: You’re so fucking wet

Eve’s hand slid between her legs, finding her clit, and the added sensation made her rhythm falter. Silas’s hands tightened on her hips, helping her maintain the pace, and the angle was perfect...hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

"That’s it," Silas said, his voice strained. "Just like that. Don’t stop."

Eve’s fingers moved faster. The pleasure was building quickly, coiling tight in her core, and when Damian’s teeth scraped her shoulder she came with a cry that echoed through the room.

Silas thrust up hard, following her over, and Eve felt him pulse inside her as her body clenched around him.

She collapsed forward onto his chest, breathing hard, and felt his arms come around her.

"One," Damon said with dark amusement. "We’re just getting started."

Damon pulled her off Silas gently, turning her so she was on her hands and knees facing the headboard. He positioned himself behind her, his hands stroking down her spine with reverent care.

"You’re so fucking wet," he murmured, his fingers sliding between her legs. "Dripping. You love this, don’t you? Being taken by all of us. Being claimed over and over until you can’t remember what it feels like to be anything but ours."

"Yes," Eve gasped.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Alpha."

Damon’s groan was guttural. Then he pushed inside her in one smooth thrust that made her arms nearly give out.

He set a devastating pace—hard and deep and relentless. Each thrust drove her forward, and she had to brace herself against the headboard to keep from being overwhelmed by the intensity of it.

"Look at me," Damian said.

Eve turned her head to find him kneeling beside her, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly while he watched Damon fuck her.

"Open your mouth," Damian ordered.

She did, and he slid between her lips with a groan of satisfaction. The dual sensation—Damon pounding into her from behind while Damian filled her mouth—was overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Such a good girl," Damian praised, his hand gentle in her hair. "Taking both of us. So perfect for us."

Damon’s hand came around to find her clit, circling it in time with his thrusts, and Eve felt another orgasm building impossibly fast.

"Come," Damon growled. "Come on my cock."

The command combined with his fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge. Eve came hard, her whole body shaking with it, and she felt both of them follow—Damon pulsing inside her while Damian groaned and spilled in her mouth.

They held her between them as the aftershocks faded, both breathing hard.

"Two," Silas said from where he was watching. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger. "My turn again."

The morning blurred into afternoon. They took her in every position imaginable—on her back with Damian between her thighs, bent over the edge of the bed with Silas behind her, riding Damon while Damian and Silas’s hands roamed over her body.

They worshipped her. Praised her. Made her come so many times she lost count.

When she was too exhausted to move, they bathed her in the enormous tub, their hands gentle as they washed away the evidence of their claiming. Then they carried her back to bed and started all over again.

"I can’t," Eve protested weakly when Silas pulled her into his lap. "I can’t come again."

"You can," Silas said, and there was absolute certainty in his voice. "One more time. For me."

He positioned her over him and lowered her slowly, and despite her exhaustion Eve felt her body respond. Felt the pleasure building again.

"That’s it," Silas murmured, his hands on her hips guiding her movement. "Just feel it. Don’t think. Just feel."

Damian’s hand slid between them, finding her over-sensitized clit, and Eve whimpered.

"Shh," Damian soothed. "We’ve got you. Just let go."

Damon’s hand found her breast, squeezing gently, and the combination of sensations pushed her toward an edge she didn’t think she could reach.

"Come for us," Silas said quietly. "One more time. Show us how beautiful you are when you let go."

The orgasm was different this time—slower, deeper, rolling through her in waves that seemed endless. Eve heard herself sob with the intensity of it, felt Silas pulse inside her, felt his arms come around her and hold her as she shook.

When it finally faded, she was crying—not from pain or sadness, but from the sheer overwhelming emotion of being loved this completely.

"Hey," Silas said gently, wiping her tears. "You okay?"

Eve nodded, unable to speak.

"Too much?" Damian asked, concern clear in his voice.

"No," Eve managed. "Perfect. It was perfect."

They held her between them, all three surrounding her with warmth and strength and absolute devotion. Outside the bedroom, the world continued—pack business, political responsibilities, all the complications of their new reality.

But here, in this moment, there was only this.

Only them.

Only love.

*** 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Eve woke wrapped in warmth, her body pleasantly sore in ways that made her face heat even though she was alone. Well—not entirely alone. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom, could sense through the mate bond that at least one of her mates was still nearby.

She stretched carefully, feeling muscles protest in the best possible way, and smiled at the ceiling. Two days. They’d spent two entire days barely leaving the bedroom, and she regretted nothing.

But reality was calling now. She could feel it pressing at the edges of their private sanctuary—responsibilities, decisions, the pack that needed their attention.

The bathroom door opened and Silas emerged, his hair still damp, a towel wrapped around his hips. When he saw she was awake, his expression softened into something that made her heart squeeze.

"Good morning," he said quietly, crossing to the bed.

"Is it morning?" Eve had genuinely lost track of time.

"Early afternoon, actually." Silas sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand finding hers. "Your uncle stopped by earlier. Said to tell you that Callum made his decision."