Chapter 22: Chapter 21: Can’t wait, Need you now

Damian crossed the room in three long strides and swept Eve into his arms, lifting her effortlessly. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent....pine and smoke and dominance.....and finally, finally, the desperate ache started to ease.

"Six hours," he growled against her ear as he carried her from the office. "You left us for six hours."

"I’m sorry," Eve gasped. "I tried to stay longer, I tried to be normal, but I couldn’t....."

"I know." His grip tightened. "We felt it too. Couldn’t focus on anything. Could barely control our wolves. Six fucking hours felt like an eternity."

He carried her up the stairs, his pace quick and purposeful. Eve could hear Damon’s voice behind them, smoothly taking over the meeting, but she couldn’t focus on anything except the man holding her, the heat of his body, the promise of relief.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom.

Halfway down the hall, Damian pressed her against the wall, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was more claiming than caress. His tongue invaded her mouth, dominating, tasting, owning.

"Can’t wait," he growled, already pulling up her dress. "Need you now."

"Yes," Eve gasped. "Please, yes....."

He tore her panties....literally ripped them off her body.....and freed himself from his pants. His cock was massive....thirteen inches of thick, hard, demanding flesh that should have terrified her but instead made her mouth water with need.

"Look at me," he commanded, gripping her chin.

Eve met his gray eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was already soaking wet, her body preparing itself for what was coming.

"You’re never leaving for that long again," he said, and thrust inside.

Eve screamed. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming...Damian was huge, thick enough that even as wet as she was, her body struggled to accommodate him. Thirteen inches drove deep, filling her completely, pressing against her cervix.

"Fuck," Damian groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. "Six hours and you’re tight as a virgin. Your body missed us."

"Missed you," Eve gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Needed you. Couldn’t stay away."

"Good." He pulled almost all the way out....all thirteen inches withdrawing until just the tip remained....and slammed back in. "Because you’re not going anywhere ever again."

He fucked her against the wall with brutal efficiency. Each thrust drove the breath from her lungs, his massive cock stretching her impossibly, hitting places inside her that made her see stars.

"This is what you needed," Damian said, his voice rough. "Why you came back early. Why you interrupted an important meeting. Because your body knows who it belongs to."

"Yes," Eve sobbed, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Yours. I’m yours."

"Damn right you are." His pace increased, his grip on her hips bruising. "And I’m going to prove it. Going to fuck you so thoroughly you can’t even think about leaving again."

Eve came with a scream, her body clenching around his massive length. The orgasm tore through her with devastating force, made even more intense by the six-hour absence.

The golden glow erupted from her skin, brighter than ever before. It lit up the hallway, visible even in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.

Damian cursed, his rhythm faltering as he watched her glow. "Every time. You glow every fucking time. So beautiful."

He came with a roar, his thirteen inches buried completely inside her as he filled her with his release. The sensation triggered another orgasm for Eve, smaller but no less intense.

When they finally stilled, both breathing hard, Damian kept her pinned against the wall. His cock was still inside her, still semi-hard, his body not ready to let her go.

"The meeting," Eve managed. "You left....."

"I don’t care." He kissed her deeply. "You’re more important than any pack business. Always."

The weight of those words hung between them. This was supposed to be a transaction. A contract. But the way he looked at her, the way he’d abandoned critical pack business without hesitation...

This was something else entirely.

"My brothers will be up soon," Damian said, finally pulling out. Eve whimpered at the loss. "And then we’re going to remind you exactly why you can never leave us."

He carried her to the bedroom, and Eve realized with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation:

It was going to be a long night.

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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

Eve heard them before she saw them....Damon and Silas’s footsteps in the hallway, quick and purposeful. They’d clearly finished the meeting as fast as possible.

The bedroom door opened and both brothers entered, their eyes immediately locking on Eve sprawled across the bed, still flushed and glowing from Damian’s attention.

"You started without us," Damon said, his green eyes gleaming with hunger.

"She couldn’t wait," Damian replied from where he stood by the window, watching them. "And neither could I. Six hours apart and we were both desperate."

"We felt it," Silas said quietly, approaching the bed. His hand cupped Eve’s face. "During the meeting, all we could think about was you. Where you were. When you’d come back. If you’d come back."

"I couldn’t stay away," Eve admitted. "I tried. My mom was talking to me and all I could think about was getting back here. Back to you."

"The bond is forming faster," Silas observed. "The pull is getting stronger on both sides."

"Bond?" Eve asked, but Silas just shook his head.

"Later. Right now..." His eyes darkened. "Right now we need to make up for six hours of missing you."

Damon was already stripping off his clothes. "You left us. Interrupted an important meeting. Made Damian abandon eight visiting alphas who now know exactly how desperate we are for you."

"I’m sorry...."

"Don’t apologize," Damon interrupted. "We’re not angry. We’re starving."

He climbed onto the bed, his cock already hard and ready. "My turn. And I’m not going to be as quick as Damian."

What followed was hours of claiming. They took turns, one after another, no breaks, no mercy. Each brother reminding her body exactly who she belonged to.

Damon’s cock was slightly shorter than Damian’s but just as thick, and he used it with wild abandon. Silas matched his brothers in size, and his intensity made every thrust feel like a brand.

Eve came so many times she lost count. Her body glowed repeatedly, the amber light becoming almost constant. And each time she came, each time they claimed her, the desperate ache from the six-hour separation eased a little more.

Until finally, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, she collapsed between them.

"Never again," Damian said firmly. "You don’t leave for more than a few hours. Your body can’t handle it."

"Neither can ours," Damon admitted. "We were useless during that meeting. Could barely focus on anything except needing you back."

"The bond," Silas said again. "It’s not just affecting you, Eve. It’s affecting all of us. Making us need you the way you need us."

"What bond?" Eve asked, but her eyes were already closing, exhaustion finally winning.

"Sleep," Damian commanded. "We’ll explain later. Right now, you need rest."

"Will you..." Eve mumbled sleepily. "Will you need me again? Tonight?"

The brothers exchanged glances.

"Yes," Silas admitted. "We’ll need you again. Multiple times. Your body needs the contact now. And so do ours."

"Good," Eve whispered, and fell asleep surrounded by their warmt and their scent

Six hours apart had been torture.

She was never doing that again.