Chapter 372: Chapter 372: We’re going to make you feel so good

They laid her down on the bed with reverent care, as though she were something precious and fragile instead of a supernatural Queen who could hold her own in political battles and physical confrontations.

"Just relax," Damian murmured, his hands already working the last of her clothing free. "Let us take care of everything."

Eve wanted to protest that she wasn’t that tired, that she could participate, but exhaustion was pulling at her and the idea of just surrendering completely was dangerously appealing.

"Okay," she said quietly. "I’m yours. Do whatever you want."

All three of her mates groaned at that.

"Dangerous words," Damon said, his eyes going dark. "Giving us carte blanche like that."

"I trust you," Eve said simply.

The words hung in the air for a moment, weighted with everything they meant. Then Silas was kissing her...slow and deep and absolutely thorough.

"We’re going to make you feel so good," Silas promised against her lips. "Going to worship every inch of you until you forget about property disputes and pack politics and everything except how much we love you."

He kissed down her neck, finding the spot where it met her shoulder and biting gently. Eve gasped, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

"No," Damian said, catching her wrists. "Hands above your head. You’re not doing any work tonight. Just feel."

He positioned her arms above her head and held them there gently but firmly. Eve could have pulled free if she wanted...this wasn’t restraint, just guidance. But she let him hold her, let herself surrender to their control.

Damon claimed her mouth next, his kiss different from Silas’s...more playful, more teasing. His tongue traced her bottom lip before delving deeper, exploring thoroughly.

While Damon kissed her, Silas’s mouth moved lower. He found her breast and took her nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder. The sensation made Eve’s back arch, a whimper escaping into Damon’s kiss.

"So responsive," Damon murmured against her lips. "Every touch makes you gasp. Makes you squirm. Makes us want to discover every other way we can make you fall apart."

Damian’s free hand...the one not holding her wrists...slid down her body. His touch was feather-light, almost ticklish, tracing patterns on her skin that made her shiver.

"You’re so beautiful like this," Damian said. "Completely at our mercy. Trusting us to take care of you."

His hand finally reached between her legs, and the first touch against her clit made Eve cry out.

"Already so wet," Damian said with satisfaction. "From just kissing and touching. Your body knows what’s coming, doesn’t it? Knows we’re going to make you feel incredible."

He circled her clit with maddening lightness...enough sensation to make her need more but not enough to actually build toward orgasm. Teasing. Tormenting.

Silas moved to her other breast, giving it the same thorough attention. His teeth scraped her nipple and Eve gasped, her hips trying to lift into Damian’s touch.

"Patience," Damian said. "We’re taking our time tonight. Building you up slowly."

Damon released her mouth and moved lower, kissing down her sternum, over her ribs, across her stomach. When he reached her hips, he bit down gently on the soft skin there and Eve whimpered.

"Please," she breathed.

"Please what?" Silas asked against her breast.

"Please more. Please touch me properly. Please...."

"We are touching you," Damian said, his fingers still circling her clit with that maddening lightness. "Very thoroughly."

"You know what I mean..."

"Say it specifically," Damon said, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "Tell us exactly what you want."

Eve felt heat flood her face, but she was too desperate to be shy. "I want your mouth on me. Want your fingers inside me. Want to come."

"Better," Silas approved. "Since you asked so nicely..."

Damon’s mouth sealed over her clit and Eve’s scream echoed through the room.

He worked her with devastating skill....his tongue moving in patterns that made her entire body tremble. And finally....finally....Damian’s fingers slid inside her, two at once, curling to find her g-spot.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Eve pulled against Damian’s hold on her wrists instinctively, needing to touch, to ground herself, but he held firm.

"Just feel it," Damian said. "Don’t think. Don’t try to control it. Just surrender and let us make you fall apart."

Silas’s mouth was still on her breast, alternating between gentle sucking and sharp bites that made Eve gasp. The combination of sensations....Damon’s tongue, Damian’s fingers, Silas’s teeth...pushed her toward the edge fast.

"Come," Damian ordered. "Right now. Let us feel you fall apart."

The first orgasm crashed over her with devastating force. Eve’s whole body went rigid, her back arching, her inner walls clamping down around Damian’s fingers. She felt them work her through it, Damon’s tongue gentling, Damian’s fingers slowing...drawing out every aftershock.

When it finally faded, Eve was gasping and trembling.

"One," Silas said. "We’re just getting started."

They repositioned her carefully.

Damian released her wrists and helped her roll onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, chest pressed to the mattress, arms stretched out in front of her.

"Stay just like this," Damian said, his hands stroking down her spine. "Don’t move unless we tell you to."

Eve felt exposed and vulnerable in this position....completely open, unable to see what they were doing behind her. The anticipation made her heart race.

Damian’s hands kneaded her ass, squeezing and massaging. Then his mouth was there, kissing and biting the soft flesh, and Eve gasped into the mattress.

"So perfect," Damian murmured. "Every inch of you. We’re going to worship all of you tonight. Not just the obvious places. Every curve. Every sensitive spot. Everything."

His tongue traced down, and when it found her from behind, Eve nearly came on the spot.

"Oh god...."

"Shh. Just feel it."

Damian worked her with his tongue while his hands kept her hips steady. The angle was intense and intimate and absolutely devastating.