"Yes."

"Then make yourself come first. I want to watch you fall apart before I even touch you."

Eve’s fingers worked faster, her hips lifting into her own touch. It felt vulnerable and exposing and incredibly hot to have him watching her like this, and the combination pushed her closer to the edge faster than she expected.

"That’s it," Damon said, his voice rough. "You’re so close. I can see it. Come for me, Eve. Right now."

The orgasm hit her in a rush, pleasure spiking through her core, and Eve cried out as her body clenched and released. Before the aftershocks had even faded, Damon was on the bed, pulling her hand away, pinning her wrists above her head.

"My turn," he said.

Then his mouth was on her, and Eve’s back arched off the bed.

Damon didn’t tease. Didn’t build slowly. He devoured her like a man starving, his tongue working her clit with ruthless precision, and within minutes Eve was climbing toward another peak.

"Too much," she gasped. "Damon, I can’t...."

"You can." He added two fingers, curling them inside her. "You’re going to. Come again. Now."

The second orgasm ripped through her harder than the first, and Eve screamed his name as pleasure whited out her vision. Damon worked her through it, his tongue gentling, his fingers slowing, until she was just trembling beneath him.

Then he pulled back, flipped her over onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up.

"Hands and knees," he ordered.

Eve barely had the strength to comply, but she managed it, her arms shaking.

Damon’s hand smoothed down her spine. "You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me. But we’re not done yet. Not even close."

He positioned himself behind her and pushed inside in one smooth, devastating thrust.

Eve moaned into the pillow. He was thick and hard and hit something perfect from this angle, and when he started moving she knew she wasn’t going to last.

"This is what you need," Damon said, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "To be filled. Claimed. Fucked until you can’t think straight."

He set a brutal pace, each thrust driving deep, each one making Eve cry out. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, along with her gasps and his low groans, and Eve felt herself spiraling toward another orgasm impossibly fast.

"Touch yourself," Damon ordered. "Make yourself come on my cock."

Eve’s hand slid between her legs, finding her oversensitive clit, and three circles was all it took. She came with a broken cry, her whole body clenching around him, and Damon swore and thrust twice more before following her over with a groan that sounded like it had been torn from his chest.

He collapsed over her back, both of them breathing hard, and for a long moment neither of them moved.

Then the door opened.

Eve’s head came up sharply to find Damian and Silas standing in the doorway. Damian’s expression was amused. Silas’s was dark with hunger.

"Started without us again," Damian observed. "That’s becoming a habit."

"She needed to be fed," Damon said, still inside her, still covering her body with his. "I was just doing my job."

"And now it’s our turn." Silas moved into the room with predatory grace. His eyes were locked on Eve, and the intensity there made her stomach clench. "Because I’ve been patient all day. Watching. Waiting. And I’m done waiting."

Damon withdrew slowly and helped Eve roll over. She was boneless and satisfied and convinced she couldn’t possibly take any more.

She was wrong.

Silas stripped with economical efficiency, and when he climbed onto the bed his entire focus was on Eve.

"You look thoroughly fucked," he said quietly. His hand cupped her face. "Satisfied. Happy. And I’m about to ruin you all over again."

Eve’s breath caught. Silas was usually the gentlest of her mates, the one who took his time, who made love to her instead of fucking her.

But the look in his eyes right now was anything but gentle.

"On your knees," he said. "Face the headboard."

Eve moved to obey, her muscles protesting. Silas positioned himself behind her, and she felt the thick head of his cock press against her entrance.

"Hold on to the headboard," he ordered.

She gripped the wood, and Silas slammed into her.

Eve cried out. He was deeper than Damon had been, hitting something devastating, and when he started moving there was nothing gentle about it. He fucked her with a ferocity that stole her breath, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks.

"This is what you do to me," Silas growled. "You make me lose control. Make me forget to be careful. Make me want to claim you so thoroughly that you feel it for days."

His pace was relentless. Brutal. Each thrust drove her forward into the headboard, and Eve had to brace herself to keep from being overwhelmed.

"Silas..."

"No." His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. "You don’t get to say my name like that. You don’t get to make those pretty sounds and expect me to be gentle. I’m not feeling gentle right now."

He changed his angle and suddenly he was hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Eve’s vision blurred. The pleasure was building so fast it was almost painful.

"Come," Silas ordered. "Right fucking now."

The orgasm detonated through her, so intense that her arms gave out and she would have collapsed if Silas hadn’t caught her. He held her up with one arm around her waist while he continued to pound into her, chasing his own release, and when he finally came it was with a roar that Eve felt vibrate through her entire body.

They collapsed together onto the mattress, both shaking.

"Holy fuck," Eve managed.

Silas’s laugh was breathless. "Yeah."

"I thought you were supposed to be the gentle one."

"I am." His hand smoothed down her spine. "But you bring out something in me. Something I didn’t know was there until you."

Eve turned her head to look at him. His eyes were softer now, the feral intensity fading into something tender.

"I like it," she said.

"Good. Because we’re not done yet." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Damian had been watching from the chair by the window, and now he stood and approached the bed with deliberate intent.

"My turn," he said.

Eve looked at him helplessly. "I can’t...I don’t think I can...."

"You can." Damian sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap, settling her so she was straddling him. "And you will. Because I’m going to make it so good that you forget you’re tired."

He kissed her slowly, thoroughly, his hands roaming over her body with possessive affection. When he finally pulled back, Eve was breathing hard again.

"Ride me," Damian said. "Take what you need. Set the pace."