The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate
Chapter 362: Please what? Harder?
Eve’s scream was raw and desperate. Damon was thick and the angle was intense and he didn’t give her time to adjust...just started pounding into her with brutal force.
"This what you wanted?" Damon growled, each word punctuated by a devastating thrust. "Wanted me to fuck you raw? Claim you so hard you feel it for days?"
"Yes!" Eve sobbed. "Yes, Damon, please...."
"Please what? Harder?" Another brutal thrust. "Faster?" His pace increased impossibly. "Deeper?"
He adjusted his grip and the next thrust went so deep Eve saw stars.
"All of it," she managed. "Everything..."
Damon fucked her like a man possessed. Each thrust drove her up the wall, his hands bruising her hips as he held her in place. The sound of skin meeting skin was obscene, mixed with their groans and the water still streaming around them.
"Touch yourself," Damon ordered. "Make yourself come on my cock."
Eve’s hand slid between them, finding her swollen clit. Just the brush of her fingers made her whimper.
"That’s it. Work that pretty clit while I destroy your pussy."
The crude words combined with his relentless rhythm pushed Eve toward another orgasm shockingly fast. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the building pressure.
"I’m close," Damon warned, his voice strained. "Come with me. Right now."
Eve’s fingers found the perfect rhythm and she shattered. The orgasm tore through her with devastating force, and she felt Damon roar and slam deep one final time before he followed her over.
But he didn’t stop.
Damon pulled out, turned her around, and bent her over. Eve’s hands hit the wall, bracing herself, and then he was pushing back inside from behind.
"Again," Damon growled. "Not done with you yet."
This angle was even deeper. Eve could feel him everywhere, hitting spots that made her legs shake.
"Too much," Eve gasped. "Damon, I can’t...."
"You can." His hand came down on her ass...hard enough to sting. "You’re going to take everything I give you."
He set a punishing pace, each thrust brutal and perfect. His hands gripped her hips so hard Eve knew she’d have fingerprint bruises tomorrow.
"Mine," Damon snarled, and his voice had gone deeper....his wolf rising to the surface. "My mate. My Queen. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to ruin."
"Yours," Eve sobbed. "All yours...."
Damon’s hand slid around to find her clit again, and the oversensitivity made Eve scream.
"One more," Damon demanded. "Give me one more and then I’ll let you rest."
He worked her clit with ruthless precision while continuing to pound into her. Eve’s arms were shaking, barely holding her up.
"Can’t...."
"You can. Come for me. Now."
The third orgasm hit her like lightning. Eve’s vision actually whited out, her whole body convulsing, and she distantly felt Damon follow with a roar that shook the shower walls.
He pulled out and Eve’s legs gave out completely. Damon caught her before she hit the tile, gathering her against his chest.
"I’ve got you," he murmured, his voice gentle now. "You did so well. So perfect."
Eve couldn’t form words. Could barely think. She was utterly wrecked....trembling and oversensitive and thoroughly claimed.
Damon turned off the water and carried her out of the shower. He dried them both efficiently, then scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
Eve’s eyes were already closing. Exhaustion pulling at her. But she felt Damon settle her into the bed, felt him position himself behind her...
And then felt him push inside her again.
"Damon," Eve whimpered. "I can’t...."
"Shh. Just stay like this. Let me hold you while you sleep." His arm came around her waist, holding her close while he stayed buried inside her. "Want to feel you around me. Want to stay connected."
It should have been too much. Her body was already wrung out and oversensitive.
But somehow the fullness was grounding. Comforting.
Eve let her eyes close, and the last thing she felt before sleep claimed her was Damon’s breath against her neck and the absolute certainty that she was exactly where she belonged.
***
Damon woke hours later to find Eve still sleeping peacefully in his arms, his cock still buried inside her.
She was so beautiful like this, hair tangled, lips swollen, marks blooming across her neck and hips from where he’d gripped her.
Thoroughly claimed. Absolutely his.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, Damon withdrew. His release mixed with hers immediately leaked out, and the sight of it made something primal and satisfied settle in his chest.
Mine, his wolf purred. Claimed. Filled. Ours.
Damon grabbed a warm towel and cleaned her gently, removing all evidence of their activities. Eve didn’t stir, completely exhausted.
When she was clean, Damon pulled the blankets over her and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Sleep, love," he murmured. "You’ve earned it."
He settled beside her, just watching her breathe, and felt contentment settle over him.
This. This quiet moment after the storm. This absolute certainty that she was his and he was hers.
This was what made everything else worthwhile.
***
Hour later, Eve woke to fullness again.
Not the vague awareness of being touched or the gentle build of arousal—just immediate, overwhelming fullness deep inside her body.
Her eyes flew open, disoriented, and it took several seconds for her brain to process what was happening.
Silas was behind her, his chest pressed against her back, one arm wrapped around her waist holding her in place. And his cock was buried deep inside her, already moving in slow, deliberate thrusts that made her breath catch.
"Silas..." Eve’s voice came out hoarse. "What...."
"Shh." His mouth found the curve of her neck, teeth scraping gently. "Damon said you passed out. That he fucked you so hard you couldn’t stay conscious. I wanted to see if I could do the same."
His hips rolled forward, pushing impossibly deeper, and Eve gasped.
"You’re already so wet," Silas murmured against her skin. "Still swollen from what Damon did to you. And you’re going to take me anyway. Going to let me use this perfect body until you can’t remember anything except my name."