Chapter 17: Chapter 16: Sex During Pack Meeting Call

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Eve’s entire body was trembling with the effort of staying silent. Damian’s release was still dripping from her, providing lubrication as Damon took her roughly, claiming her while discussing pack politics like she wasn’t even there.

Except she was there. Bent over the desk, being used for their pleasure and their focus, and loving every degrading second of it.

Silas caught her eye from across the room. His dark gaze was intense, possessive, hungry. Watching his brother fuck her while he conducted business. The control it must be taking him not to simply end the call and claim her himself.

"We’ll need assurances in writing," one of the alphas on the call said.

"Agreed," Silas responded. "We’ll have our legal team draft..."

Damon’s pace became punishing, each thrust driving the breath from Eve’s lungs. She could feel another orgasm building, could feel her body starting to clench around him.

"Don’t," Damon muttered, too quiet for the call. "Don’t come. Not until we’re done with them."

Eve whimpered.....a tiny sound that was thankfully covered by one of the alphas clearing his throat on the call.

"Let’s move to the next agenda item," Damian said, his eyes on Eve’s face, watching her struggle for control.

The call continued. Damon came with barely a sound, filling her alongside his brother’s release. Then he stepped back, adjusting himself, and returned to the conversation like nothing had happened.

Eve remained bent over the desk, trembling and desperate, filled with their combined releases, her body screaming for an orgasm she wasn’t allowed to have.

"That covers the main points," Silas was saying. "Unless there are other concerns?"

There was a round of negatives from the various alphas.

"Excellent. We’ll follow up with detailed proposals by end of week. Thank you all."

The call disconnected.

Silence fell in the office, broken only by Eve’s harsh breathing.

"Well done," Damian said, moving to stand in front of her. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You stayed perfectly silent. Even when you were desperate to scream."

"Please," Eve gasped. "I need....."

"We know what you need," Silas said, already moving behind her. "And we’re going to give it to you. But first, you’re going to tell us how it felt. Being used while we worked. Being fucked on this desk while we discussed pack business."

"Degrading," Eve admitted.

"And?" Damon prompted.

"And I loved it," she whispered. "I loved every second."

"Good girl," Silas praised, and thrust inside her.

Unlike his brothers, Silas didn’t have to maintain professional composure. He fucked her with his full intensity, his fingers finding her clit and working it with devastating precision.

"Come," he commanded. "Now. Scream for us. Let everyone in this building know who you belong to."

Eve shattered. The orgasm that had been building for the entire twenty-minute conference call exploded through her with devastating force. She screamed.....loud and raw and broken....her body convulsing around Silas’s cock.

The golden glow returned, stronger than before. For a full ten seconds, amber light emanated from her skin, making the whole office shimmer.

All three brothers watched with fascination and concern as she glowed, as her body pulsed with supernatural energy.

When it finally faded, Eve collapsed onto the desk, boneless and trembling. Silas finished with a low groan, adding his release to his brothers’.

They stood around her for a moment, catching their breath, their combined releases dripping from her body onto Damian’s expensive desk.

"We should get back to work," Damian said finally, though he made no move to step away from her.

"Should we?" Damon challenged. "Because I’m pretty sure we’re going to need her again in an hour."

"Less," Silas admitted. "I can already feel the need building again. This is getting worse, not better."

"I know," Damian said grimly. He helped Eve stand, steadying her when her legs threatened to give out. "Go rest. We’ll call for you when we need you."

"When, not if," Eve noted.

"When," Damian confirmed. "Because we will need you. Again and again. Until we figure out why we can’t get enough."

Eve nodded numbly and headed for the door on shaky legs. Behind her, she heard Damon’s low voice:

"We need to figure this out. Soon. Before we lose control completely."

"Too late," Silas replied. "We’re already lost."

Eve didn’t disagree.