Chapter 341: Chapter 341: On The Bed, Hands and knees. Ass up."

Eve’s hands moved to obey before her brain had fully processed the command. She pulled her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, shimmied out of her pants and underwear until she stood completely bare before him.

Silas’s eyes tracked over her body with such raw hunger that Eve felt exposed and desired in equal measure.

"On the bed," he said. "Hands and knees. Ass up."

Eve climbed onto the mattress with trembling limbs and positioned herself the way he’d ordered. She felt incredibly vulnerable like this, completely exposed, unable to see what he was doing behind her.

She heard the rustle of clothing as Silas undressed, heard Damon and Damian moving around the room. Then Silas’s hands were on her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.

"Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?" Silas said, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "How many nights I’ve lain in bed listening to you breathe and wanted to wake you up by fucking you senseless?"

Eve whimpered.

"How many times I’ve watched across the room dealing with court matters, and had to be patient, had to hold back when all I wanted was to claim you so thoroughly you forgot your own name?"

His cock pressed against her entrance....thick and hard and already leaking.

"Well, I’m done being patient," Silas growled. "I’m done holding back. I’m done being gentle."

Then he slammed inside her.

Eve screamed. He was so deep from this angle, hitting something devastating, and he didn’t give her time to adjust, just pulled out and slammed back in with bruising force.

"Fuck," Silas groaned. "So tight. So perfect and so mine."

He set a punishing pace, hard and fast and absolutely relentless. Each thrust drove Eve forward on the bed, and she had to brace herself against the headboard to keep from being overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Silas...." His name came out as a sob. "Please...."

"Please what?" Another brutal thrust. "Please harder? Please don’t stop? Please fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow?"

"Yes," Eve gasped. "Yes, all of it...."

Silas’s grip on her hips tightened impossibly, and his pace increased. The sound of skin meeting skin was obscenely loud, mixed with Eve’s gasps and Silas’s guttural groans.

"Jesus, Silas," Damon said with a laugh. "Take it easy on her. She still needs to function tomorrow."

Silas’s response was to adjust his grip on Eve’s waist, pushing her ass up higher, changing the angle so that the next thrust went impossibly deeper.

Eve’s scream was raw and broken.

"I’ve waited for months to be able to fuck this pussy exactly how I like," Silas snarled, his rhythm never faltering. "Months of holding back, being careful, making sure she was ready. Well, she’s ready now. And it’s time to resume the daily worship of this perfect cunt."

He punctuated his words with particularly brutal thrusts that made Eve see stars. Her arms were shaking, her whole body trembling with the force of his claiming.

"That’s it," Silas said, one hand sliding up her spine to fist in her hair. "Take it. Take all of me. Show me how good you are at being fucked."

Eve couldn’t form words. Could only hold on and let him use her, let him claim her, let him pour months of pent-up need into every devastating thrust.

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

Eve’s hand slid between her legs with trembling fingers. Just the brush of her own touch against her clit made her whimper—she was so worked up, so close already.

"That’s it," Silas encouraged, his voice strained. "Come for me. Let me feel it."

Eve circled her clit frantically, chasing the building pressure. When the orgasm hit, it was explosive—crashing through her with such force that her vision whited out and her whole body convulsed.

Silas roared and drove deep one final time, spilling inside her with so much force she felt it. He collapsed over her back, both of them shaking, both gasping for breath.

"Holy fuck," Eve managed weakly.

Silas pulled out slowly and Eve whimpered at the loss. She tried to collapse forward but hands caught her—Damian, rolling her onto her back, his eyes dark with hunger.

"My turn," he said.

Damian settled between her thighs and pushed inside before she’d fully caught her breath. From this angle he was deep but different—hitting new angles, creating new sensations.

"Look at you," Damian murmured, starting to move with long, thorough strokes. "Already thoroughly fucked and still wanting more."

"Can’t help it," Eve gasped. "You make me insatiable."

"Good." Damian’s pace increased. "Because we’re not letting you out of this bed until you’ve come so many times you lose count."

He made good on that promise. Worked her with patient, devastating attention until she was climbing toward another peak. When he felt her getting close, his hand slid between them to find her clit.

"Come," he ordered. "Right now."

The second orgasm rolled through her in waves.....less explosive than the first but deeper, longer, leaving her shaking in its wake.

Damian followed with a groan, burying himself deep, and they collapsed together.

Before Eve had caught her breath, Damon was there.....flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up, sliding inside from behind.

"Round three," he said cheerfully. "Hope you’re not too tired."

Eve laughed breathlessly. "You’re all insane."

"And you love it." Damon set a playful rhythm....faster than Damian’s, not quite as brutal as Silas’s earlier claiming. "Admit it. You love being thoroughly worshipped by your mates."

"I love you," Eve corrected, then gasped as he hit a particularly good spot. "All of you. Even when you’re being possessive and ridiculous."

"Possessive and ridiculous is our default state when it comes to you," Damon said, his hand sliding around to toy with her clit. "Get used to it."

He worked her toward a third orgasm with practiced skill. When she came this time, it was with Damon’s name on her lips and his groan of satisfaction in her ear.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, all of them breathing hard.

"That’s three," Silas said after a moment. "We should probably let her rest."

"Probably," Damian agreed, but made no move to actually let her go.

Eve was sprawled across Damon’s chest, thoroughly exhausted and completely satisfied. "I still need to pack."

"Tomorrow morning," Damon said, his hand stroking lazy patterns on her back. "We’ll help you pack tomorrow morning. Tonight you just rest."

"But....."

"No buts." Silas pulled a blanket over all of them. "You’re done for tonight. Sleep."