Chapter 335: Chapter 335: Ride me, Take What You Need

"It makes you healthy," Silas said simply. "Holding onto anger at someone who can’t hurt you anymore isn’t justice. It’s just poison. You’re choosing to let it go. That’s strength, not weakness."

Damon appeared with a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Besides, the best revenge is living well. And you’re doing that. You won. You’re Queen. You changed the world. He’s rotting in a mansion somewhere with nothing but his own bitterness for company. That’s punishment enough."

Eve sipped the wine, letting the words settle. They were right. All of them.

She’d spent so much energy being angry at Malachai, being afraid of him, fighting against everything he represented. And now that the fighting was done, now that he was neutralized and the world had moved on...

She just didn’t care anymore.

The realization felt like setting down a heavy weight she’d been carrying for so long she’d forgotten it was there.

"I’m free of him," Eve said wonderingly. "Completely free. He has no power over me anymore. Not political, not emotional. Nothing."

"Nothing," Damian confirmed. He settled on her other side, his hand finding her knee. "How does that feel?"

Eve considered the question. "Light. Like I can finally breathe all the way."

"Good." Damian’s hand slid higher on her thigh, his touch shifting from comforting to something more intentional. "Then let’s celebrate properly."

Eve’s pulse kicked. "Here? In the Court?"

"Why not?" Damon’s grin was wicked. "These are your chambers. Your Court. Your world. If you want to celebrate your freedom from that bastard by letting your mates worship you thoroughly, who’s going to stop you?"

Heat pooled low in Eve’s belly. "Someone could hear....."

"Let them," Silas said, and there was something dark and possessive in his voice. "Let the entire Court hear exactly who you belong to. Who makes you scream. Who owns every inch of you."

The wine glass was taken from her hand....by whom, Eve wasn’t sure. Then Damian was kissing her, deep and demanding, while Damon’s hands worked the fastenings of her formal Court dress.

"Wait....." Eve pulled back, breathless. "I need to shower. Change. I’ve been in meetings all day....."

"You’re perfect exactly as you are," Damian said against her throat. "But if you want a bath first, we can arrange that."

"Together," Damon added. "We’re not letting you out of our sight tonight."

They pulled her to her feet and guided her toward the massive bathroom attached to the suite. The tub was huge...easily big enough for four people, and while Silas worked the taps to fill it, Damian and Damon finished undressing her.

Eve stood naked in the middle of the bathroom, watching steam rise from the filling tub, and felt desire spike through her. The way her mates were looking at her....like she was something precious and devastating and entirely theirs....made her skin feel too tight.

"In," Silas ordered when the tub was ready.

Eve stepped into the hot water and sank down with a groan of pleasure. The heat immediately started unknotting muscles she hadn’t realized were tense.

Her mates undressed quickly and joined her. Damian behind her, pulling her back against his chest. Silas in front, his legs bracketing hers. Damon beside them, already reaching for the soap.

"Let us take care of you," Damon murmured, working the soap into lather.

They washed her slowly, thoroughly, their hands mapping every inch of her body with reverent attention. It was intimate and sensual and somehow innocent all at once.....just the four of them, taking time to be present with each other.

Damian’s hands massaged her shoulders, working out knots. Silas’s fingers traced patterns on her thighs. Damon washed her hair with careful attention, his fingers working through the strands.

"This is nice," Eve said softly. "Just... being. No urgency. No crisis. Just us."

"This is what we fought for," Damian said against her ear. "Moments like this. Time to simply exist together."

"I could get used to this."

"Good. Because we’re planning to make it a regular occurrence."

Eventually the water started to cool. Silas climbed out first and held out a towel for Eve. She stepped into it, and he wrapped it around her before pulling her against him for a deep kiss.

"Bedroom," Silas said when he finally released her. "Now."

They tumbled toward the bed together, still damp from the bath, and when Silas laid Eve down his eyes were dark with intention.

"My turn to taste you," he said.

Silas settled between her thighs and proceeded to drive her absolutely insane.

His mouth worked her with devastating precision, licking and sucking and using his fingers in combination until Eve was writhing and gasping and convinced she was going to die from the pleasure.

"Silas," she sobbed. "Please...."

"Not yet." His voice was rough. "Want you desperate first."

He built her up methodically, bringing her right to the edge over and over without letting her tip over. By the time he finally let her come, Eve was shaking and sobbing and so overwhelmed she couldn’t think straight.

Before the aftershocks had even faded, Damian was there, rolling her onto her hands and knees.

"My turn," he said, and pushed inside from behind in one smooth thrust.

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

"This is what freedom looks like," Damian growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "No more anger. No more fear. Just this. Just us. Just you taking everything we give you and asking for more."

Eve couldn’t form words. Could only hold on as another orgasm built impossibly fast.

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

She did, screaming into the pillows as pleasure detonated through her. Damian followed with a groan, and they collapsed together.

Damon pulled her into his lap before she’d caught her breath, positioning her so she straddled him facing the room. He slid inside easily....she was wet and open and so sensitive that just the feeling of him filling her made her whimper.

"Ride me," Damon said. "Take what you need."

Eve started moving, rolling her hips, finding a rhythm that felt good. From this position she could see Silas and Damian watching her with dark, hungry eyes, and the attention made her movements falter.

"Don’t stop," Damon ordered, his hands guiding her hips. "Show them how beautiful you are when you take your pleasure."