Chapter 92: Chaoter 91: Deeper, Take all of me
Eve leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Damian’s hand fisted in her hair immediately, controlling the pace, the depth, using her mouth for his pleasure while she knelt submissive before him.
"Deeper," he commanded, pushing her head down until she gagged. "Take all of me."
She did her best, relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose, letting him use her however he wanted. When she managed to take him to the base, Damian groaned....the first real sound of pleasure he’d made....and his free hand reached down to pinch her nipple.
The dual sensation....his cock filling her mouth, his fingers on her breast....made Eve moan around him. The vibration made Damian’s hips jerk involuntarily.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice finally showing strain. "Now faster. Show me how well you can serve."
Eve bobbed her head, sucking and licking with desperate enthusiasm. Every time she did something he particularly liked....hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue around the head, taking him deep....his hand would reach down to touch her. A brush across her nipples. Fingers sliding between her thighs for one perfect stroke. Just enough reward to keep her motivated, never enough to satisfy.
"You’re so beautiful like this," Damian said, and for the first time, his cold mask cracked. "On your knees, taking my cock, desperate to please me. This is what you were made for, Eve. Not just the power. Not just the feeding. This surrender. This submission."
His words shouldn’t have aroused her more, but they did. Her succubus nature recognized the truth in them....she was made for this. Made to be claimed, used, possessed by alphas strong enough to handle what she was becoming.
"Touch yourself," Damian ordered suddenly, his voice rough. "Play with your clit while you suck my cock. But you still don’t come without permission."
Eve’s hand flew between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit. The combination of sensations....his cock in her mouth, her fingers on herself, his hand gripping her hair....pushed her right to the edge again.
"Stop," Damian commanded, and Eve froze, her fingers stilling. "Look at me."
She raised her eyes to meet his, keeping him in her mouth.
"Do you understand now?" he asked. "This is control. Being right on the edge, wanting it so badly you’d do anything, and still holding back because I told you to. This is the discipline you need. Not just with sex, but with your powers. The ability to want something desperately and still choose restraint."
He pulled her off his cock, and Eve gasped for air.
"Stand up," Damian ordered. "Lie on the couch. On your back. Legs spread."
Eve scrambled to obey, arranging herself on the leather sofa. Damian followed, standing over her with predatory intent.
"How many times have you almost come?" he asked.
"I don’t know," Eve admitted. "Ten? Fifteen?"
"And each time, you held back because I commanded it." Damian unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing the muscled chest beneath. "You’ve proven you can obey. Can endure. Now I’ll prove that I reward obedience."
He stripped completely, his cock standing proud and ready. Then he positioned himself between her spread thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance but not entering.
"Please," Eve begged shamelessly. "Please, Damian, I’ve done everything you asked. Please fuck me."
"Soon," he promised, grinding against her without penetrating. "But first, I want to hear you say it. Say you understand the lesson."
"Control," Eve gasped. "Discipline. I can’t let desire control me. I have to control it."
"And?" Damian prompted, still not giving her what she needed.
"And I’m yours. To command. To use. To control."
"Good girl." Damian slammed into her in one brutal thrust, and Eve screamed with relief.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t start slow. He fucked her hard and deep, each thrust driving her up the couch, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force.
"Now you can come," he growled. "Now you have permission. Come on my cock, Eve. Show me what all that control earns you."
Permission granted, Eve’s orgasm hit her like a bomb going off. She convulsed around him, screaming his name, her entire body shaking with the force of release after hours of denial. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, intensified by how long she’d been denied.
Through it all, Damian kept fucking her, prolonging her orgasm, driving her higher. "That’s it," he encouraged. "Take your reward. You earned this."
When she finally came down, gasping and trembling, Damian didn’t slow. If anything, he increased his pace, chasing his own release now.
"You’re mine," he growled, his cold control finally shattering into raw possession. "Mine to fuck whenever and however I want."
"Yes," Eve sobbed, tears streaming down her face from the intensity. "Yours. Always yours."
"And Damon’s," Damian continued, his rhythm becoming erratic. "And Silas’s. You belong to all three of us. Don’t you ever forget that."
"Never," Eve promised. "I’m yours. All of yours."
Damian came with a roar, burying himself as deep as possible and spilling inside her. The rush of his energy flooding into her felt like coming home....like this was exactly where she was meant to be.
When he finally stilled, both of them panting and covered in sweat, Damian carefully withdrew and collapsed beside her on the couch. He pulled her against his chest, his arms coming around her in a rare display of tenderness.
"You did well," he murmured against her hair. "Better than I expected."
"That was torture," Eve said, but there was no heat in it.
"That was necessary." Damian’s hand stroked her back soothingly. "You have immense power, Eve. Power that’s still growing, still manifesting in new ways. If you can’t control yourself....your desires, your impulses, your hunger....then that power will control you instead. And that’s how people get hurt."
From across the room, Damon cleared his throat. "That was simultaneously the hottest and most frustrating thing I’ve ever watched."
Eve had almost forgotten he was there. She turned her head to find him still leaning against the wall, his hand palming the obvious bulge in his pants.
"You’re welcome to help clean her up," Damian said with a rare smile. "Since you contributed to the problem earlier."
"Gladly." Damon crossed the room with predatory speed. "But I’m fucking her in the shower. Just so we’re clear."
"Fine by me," Damian agreed. "She can handle both of us."
"All three of us," a new voice said from the doorway.
Eve’s head snapped up to find Silas standing there, his dark eyes fixed on her with unmistakable hunger. The suppressant Elder Markov had given him must have worked....he looked more in control than he had since Cain’s emergence.
"I heard her screaming my brother’s name from my room," Silas continued, moving into the office. "Heard her begging. And I realized....I’ve been punishing myself for Cain’s lack of control. But Eve doesn’t want me to stay away. Do you, little mate?"
Through their connection, Eve felt his desperate need, his longing, his determination not to let fear separate them any longer.
"No," she admitted. "I don’t want you to stay away."
"Then I won’t." Silas reached the couch, his hand coming down to cup her face. "I’ll be careful. I’ll take the suppressant. I’ll make sure Damian or Damon is always present. But I’m done hiding from you. Done denying us both what we need."
He looked at his brothers. "If you’ll allow it."
Damian studied his youngest brother for a long moment. "You’re sure you can control Cain?"
"No," Silas said honestly. "But I’m sure I can’t live without her anymore. So we’ll manage the risk. Together."
"Together," Damian agreed. He looked down at Eve. "What do you say? Think you can handle all three of us tonight?"
Eve’s succubus hunger, barely satisfied by Damian’s thorough fucking, purred at the thought. Three sources of energy. Three different forms of dominance. Three alphas claiming her simultaneously.
"Yes," she said, her voice stronger now. "I can handle it."
"Good." Damian stood, pulling her up with him. "Because after that display of control, you’ve earned a reward. And we’re very generous when you obey so perfectly."
"Shower first," Damon insisted. "I call first round."
"I’ll take second," Silas said, his dark eyes never leaving Eve’s face. "Slow and deep. Make her remember what if feels like to have my dick buried inside her."
"And I’ll take third," Damian finished. "Make sure the lesson sticks."
