Damian's office was all dark wood and leather, expensive art on the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grounds. He sat behind a massive desk, looking every inch the powerful alpha in his tailored suit.
Damon lounged in a chair by the window, and Silas followed Eve inside, closing and locking the door behind them.
"You called for me?" Eve asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
"We did," Damian said, his eyes traveling over her body. "Come here."
Eve crossed to the desk. Damian stood and turned her to face it, pressing her forward until her upper body was bent over the polished wood.
"Do you know what we've been thinking about all afternoon?" he asked, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh.
"What?"
"This." He flipped up her skirt, finding her panties already damp. "How wet you get for us. How perfectly your body responds. How we couldn't focus on a single meeting because all we could think about was being inside you again."
His fingers hooked in her panties and pulled them down. Cool air hit her exposed flesh.
"You're supposed to be working," Eve managed."
"And we will," Damon said, appearing on her other side. "Right after we fuck you on Damian's desk."
Eve's protest died as Damian thrust into her from behind, his entry rough and deep. She gasped, her hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood.
"That's it," he groaned. "Take it. Take all of it."
He set a brutal pace, each thrust driving her forward on the desk. Papers scattered, a pen rolled off the edge. Eve didn't care. Could only feel, could only take what he was giving her.
Damon moved to stand in front of her, his cock at eye level. "Open."
Eve opened her mouth and he pushed inside, cutting off her moans. Now she was pinned between them, being used from both ends on Damian's desk in the middle of the afternoon.
"So fucking perfect," Damian growled. "We should keep you in this office. Bent over this desk. Always available when we need you."
The degrading words should have humiliated her. Instead, they sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body.
Silas appeared at her side, his hand sliding under her body to find her clit. "Come on their cocks," he commanded. "Show them how much you love being used like this."
Eve came with a muffled scream around Damon's cock, her body clenching hard around Damian. Both brothers followed her over the edge, filling her completely.
When they pulled away, Eve collapsed on the desk, gasping. Surely they were done now. Surely....
"My turn,Eve." Silas said.
He pulled her off the desk and pushed her into Damian's leather chair, spreading her legs wide over the arms. Then he knelt between her thighs.
"What are you....oh God..."
His mouth found her pussy, licking and sucking with devastating precision. His tongue worked magic, cleaning his brothers' releases from her body while simultaneously driving her toward another orgasm.
"Too much," Eve gasped, her hands fisting in his dark hair. "I can't...."
"You can," he said against her flesh. "And you will. One more, Eve. Give me one more."
He added his fingers, curling them inside her while his mouth worked her clit. Within minutes, Eve was coming again, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.
Only then did Silas stand and free his cock, entering her in one smooth thrust. The leather chair creaked as he fucked her, his intensity somehow more overwhelming than his brothers' brutality.
"Look at you," he murmured, his dark eyes locked on hers. "Taking everything we give you. Coming over and over. Your body was made for this. Made for us."
Made for us. The words resonated somewhere deep inside her, in a place she didn't understand.
When Silas finally came, Eve was a shaking, oversensitized mess. She couldn't move, couldn't think, could only sit in Damian's chair with Silas still inside her, their combined releases dripping onto the expensive leather.
"We should get back to work," Damian said, but his eyes were still hungry. Still wanting more.
"Later," Damon said. "We're taking her upstairs. Now."
"We have a conference call in an hour...."
"Then we have an hour," Damon interrupted. "And I intend to use every second of it."
They carried her upstairs, and Eve realized with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation:
They really were insatiable.
And so was she.
*******
And they used that hour. And the next. And the one after that.
By the time they finally let her rest for dinner, Eve had lost count of how many times they'd taken her. How many orgasms they'd wrung from her body. How many times she'd screamed their names.
Dinner was another massive spread....steak, potatoes, vegetables, salad, bread, dessert. Eve ate everything, still ravenous despite the huge breakfast.
"Your appetite is increasing," Silas observed.
"I know. I don't understand it."
"Your body is burning more energy," Damian said carefully. "It needs more fuel to maintain itself."
"Maintain itself doing what?"
The brothers exchanged those loaded glances again. But didn't answer.
After dinner, they took her back upstairs. Eve expected more brutal sex, but instead they simply held her.
All three of them in the massive bed, with Eve in the middle. Damian on her left, Damon on her right, Silas behind her. Creating a cage of heat and muscle and possession.
"Sleep," Damian commanded. "You'll need your strength."
"For what?"
"Tomorrow," Damon said with that wicked smile. "We're going to see how many times we can make you come in twenty-four hours."
Eve's body, exhausted as it was, clenched with anticipation.
As Eve drifted off to sleep, surrounded by their warmth and their scent, she thought about the mate bond chapter she'd read.
Intense physical attraction. Inability to separate. Marking instinct.
It couldn't be. They'd said they didn't do mates.
But as Damon's arm tightened around her waist and Silas's hand splayed possessively across her stomach and Damian's breath ghosted across her neck, Eve wondered:
What if they were wrong?
*******
Eve woke to the sensation of being filled again.
Silas, this time. Moving inside her slowly, deeply, his dark eyes watching her face in the moonlight.
"Can't sleep?" she whispered.
"Can't stop thinking about how i feel when i'm inside you," he admitted.''
His pace was slow, almost gentle. So different from the brutality of earlier.
"What is happening?" Eve asked.
Before Silas could ask what he meant, Damian stirred on her other side.
"Room for one more?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep and arousal.
Silas pulled Eve on top of him, still inside her. Damian moved behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks.
"Wait," Eve gasped. "Both of you? At the same time?"
"Both of us," Damian confirmed, and pushed inside her from behind.
The fullness was immediate and overwhelming. Both of them, buried inside her, stretching her beyond what should be possible.
"Breathe," Silas commanded. "Let your body adjust."
Eve tried to breathe, tried to relax. And slowly, impossibly, the burn transformed into pleasure.
"That's it," Damian groaned. "Fuck, she's taking us both. So perfect."
They moved in tandem, a rhythm they'd clearly perfected over years of being together. And Eve was caught between them, completely at their mercy, completely claimed.
Damon woke and looked at the serious activity going on beside him and said "You guys should seriously let her rest"
Damien looked at him and smilled ''we will brother, after she comes''
When they finally let her come, the orgasm was so intense Eve actually blacked out for a moment. When she came back to herself, she was trembling and sobbing and covered in their release.
''Good girl, now sleep, you need to rest'' Silas said and kissed her face softly.
Damien held her gently as she drifted back to sleep.
Eve let herself simply be held by two men who looked at her like she was the most precious thing in their world.
Even if she didn't understand why