The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate
Chapter 373: My turn to taste you
Damon appeared beside her, lying down so his face was level with hers. "How does it feel?" he asked, his hand stroking her hair. "Having him worship you like this?"
"Incredible," Eve managed. "Too much. Not enough. Both."
"Good." Damon kissed her gently. "That’s exactly how we want you to feel. Completely overwhelmed but desperate for more."
Silas’s hands joined Damian’s, one sliding around to find her breast and squeeze. The added stimulation made Eve’s arms nearly give out.
"Hold yourself up," Silas ordered. "We’re not done with you yet."
Damian added his fingers alongside his tongue, and the dual penetration pushed Eve toward another peak impossibly fast.
"Already?" Damian said with satisfaction. "You’re so responsive tonight. So easy to make fall apart."
"Please," Eve sobbed. "Please let me come...."
"Since you asked nicely...." Damian curled his fingers just right and sucked hard on her clit, and Eve shattered.
The second orgasm rolled through her in waves. Not as explosive as the first but deeper, longer, leaving her shaking and gasping.
Before she’d recovered, Damon was there, positioning himself behind her.
"My turn to taste you," he said, and his mouth replaced Damian’s.
Damon’s technique was different—rougher, using his teeth alongside his tongue, adding just enough pain to make the pleasure sharper. Combined with Silas’s hands on her breasts and Damian’s fingers working her from a different angle, Eve was climbing toward another peak within minutes.
"Three," she gasped. "I can’t...I can’t come again so fast..."
"Yes you can," Damon said against her. "Your body knows what it needs. Stop thinking. Just feel."
His tongue moved faster, his teeth scraping gently, and Eve came with a broken cry that left her arms shaking so badly she collapsed forward onto the mattress.
"That’s three," Silas said. "Halfway there."
Eve’s eyes widened. "Halfway?"
"We said we were worshipping you properly tonight," Damian said. "That means at least six. Possibly more depending on how you respond."
"I can’t...."
"You can," all three of them said in unison.
They gave her a brief respite, repositioning her onto her back and letting her catch her breath.
"Water," Silas said, helping her sit up enough to drink. "Hydration is important."
Eve drank gratefully, and Damian wiped her face with a cool cloth. The tender care after the intensity made her eyes prick with tears.
"You okay?" Damon asked, noticing immediately. "Too much? We can stop...."
"No," Eve said quickly. "I’m good. Just....overwhelmed. In a good way. You’re taking such good care of me."
"Always," Damian said, kissing her forehead. "That’s the whole point. Now....ready for more?"
Eve nodded, and they laid her back down.
This time, Silas settled between her legs. "My turn to worship you properly."
His approach was different from both his brothers....slower, more methodical. He explored every fold with his tongue, taking his time to discover what made her gasp, what made her squirm, what made her hips lift seeking more.
"You taste like honey and need," Silas murmured. "Like everything perfect. I could do this for hours and never get tired of it."
Damian and Damon weren’t idle. Damian claimed her mouth in a deep kiss while his hands worked her breasts. Damon’s mouth found her neck, biting and sucking marks into her skin that would definitely be visible tomorrow.
The triple stimulation built pleasure slowly but inexorably. Eve felt it coiling tight in her core, different from the previous orgasms...deeper, more intense.
"This one’s going to be big," Silas warned, adding three fingers alongside his tongue. "Hold on."
He worked her g-spot with ruthless precision while his tongue circled her clit, and when the fourth orgasm hit, it was devastating.
Eve’s scream was raw and desperate, her whole body convulsing. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
When it finally faded, Eve was sobbing openly, completely overwhelmed.
"Shh," Damian soothed, gathering her against his chest. "You’re doing so well. So perfect for us."
"Can’t...." Eve managed through tears. "Can’t take more..."
"You can," Silas said gently. "Two more. Just two more and then we’ll let you rest."
"Come inside me," Eve begged. "Please. Need to feel you....all of you..."
The three of them exchanged glances.
"Are you sure?" Damon asked. "We can keep worshipping you like this...."
"Need you," Eve repeated. "Please."
They positioned her carefully between them.
Damian lay on his back and pulled Eve on top of him, settling her so she straddled his hips. He pushed inside slowly, and from this angle he was perfectly deep.
"That’s it," Damian murmured. "Take all of me."
Damon positioned himself behind her, his hands gentle as he prepared her carefully. When he finally pushed into her ass, Eve gasped at the dual fullness.
"Breathe," Damon said in her ear. "Just breathe. We’ve got you."
They started moving together...one pushing in while the other withdrew, creating a constant rhythm that never left her empty. The friction was devastating.
Silas appeared in front of her, and Eve opened her mouth automatically. He pushed inside gently, and suddenly all three of them were filling her simultaneously.
The sensation of being completely claimed...all three of her mates inside her at once....was transcendent. Eve felt tears leak from her eyes again, overwhelmed by the physical sensation and the emotional weight of it.
They moved together with practiced coordination, and within minutes Eve was climbing toward another orgasm.
"Five," Damian groaned. "Come for us one more time. Let us feel you fall apart around all of us."
The fifth orgasm tore through her with brutal intensity. Eve’s scream was muffled by Silas, her whole body convulsing between them. She felt all three of them follow her over....Damian and Damon pulsing inside her while Silas spilled in her mouth.
They held her between them as the aftershocks faded, all of them breathing hard.
"One more," Silas said eventually. "Can you give us one more?"
Eve whimpered, completely wrung out, but nodded weakly.