SAME DAY - EARLY AFTERNOON
Eve had just settled into the library with a book when her phone buzzed.
Damian: Come to my office. Now.
Her pulse jumped. It had only been two hours since they'd last taken her....a brutal session in the bedroom after they'd returned from their supposed meetings. Two hours, and her body was already responding to the command, already anticipating what was coming.
She should tell them no. Should remind them that she needed rest, that her body needed time to recover.
Instead, she found herself standing, smoothing down her dress, and heading toward the office wing.
What's wrong with me? she thought as she walked. Why do I want this so badly?
But she knew the answer. The same reason they kept calling her back. The same reason they couldn't stay away.
This thing between them....whatever it was...had moved beyond want into need.
The office door was closed when she arrived. Eve knocked softly.
"Come in," Damian's voice, clipped and commanding.
She entered to find all three brothers at various points around the large office. Damian behind his desk, fingers steepled, looking every inch the powerful CEO. Damon by the window, tension radiating from his frame. Silas leaning against the bookshelf, dark eyes already tracking her movement.
"Close the door," Damian said. "Lock it."
Eve obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she turned the lock. The click echoed in the quiet room.
"We have a problem," Damian said.
Eve's stomach dropped. "What kind of problem?"
"You." Damon turned from the window, and the hunger in his green eyes made her breath catch. "You're the problem."
"I don't understand...."
"We've been trying to work," Silas interrupted quietly. "For the past two hours, we've been sitting here attempting to focus on business. Territory reports. Pack finances. Alliance negotiations. Important matters that require our full attention."
"And?" Eve asked, though she was starting to understand.
"And all we can think about is you," Damian finished. His gray eyes were dark, pupils dilated with desire. "Your scent. Your sounds. The way you feel wrapped around us. We can't focus. Can't think. Can't function."
"It's only been two hours," Eve pointed out, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We know." Damon's laugh was harsh. "We know how insane this is. How impossible. But knowing doesn't change the fact that we need you. Now."
"We have a conference call in five minutes," Damian said, glancing at his watch. "With the European territories. Critical pack business that can't be postponed. But we can't take that call like this....distracted, unfocused, barely able to string coherent thoughts together."
"So you need me to...?" Eve trailed off.
"We need to have you while we work," Silas said bluntly. "Need to be inside you, claiming you, while we conduct business. It's the only way we're going to be able to focus."
The words should have been insulting. Degrading. Reducing her to nothing more than a stress relief toy.
Instead, they sent a bolt of arousal straight through her core.
"Come here," Damian commanded.
Eve crossed to his desk on shaky legs. He stood and turned her to face it, pressing her forward until her upper body was bent over the polished wood.
"We're going to take turns," he explained, his hands sliding up her thighs, bunching her dress around her waist. "While the others handle the call. You're going to stay silent.....perfectly silent....no matter what we do to you. Understand?"
"Yes," Eve breathed.
"Good girl." His fingers found her panties, already damp, and pulled them down her legs. "Step out of them."
Eve stepped out of the soaked fabric, now completely exposed from the waist down. The office air was cool against her heated flesh.
Damian's phone buzzed. "They're calling in. Silas, you take lead. I'll handle the financial questions. Damon, you're backup."
"And you?" Damon asked with that wicked smile.
"I'm going to fuck her on my desk while you work." Damian's hand came down on Eve's ass in a sharp slap that made her gasp. "Remember....silent. Not a sound."
The conference call connected. Voices filled the room...pack alphas from across Europe, speaking in various accents about territory disputes and resource allocation.
Silas moved behind the desk where they could see the screen, his expression perfectly professional. "Gentlemen, thank you for taking the time. Let's begin with the northern territory reports."
And Damian thrust inside Eve from behind.
She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. He was big, and the angle was deep, and her body was still sensitive from earlier. But she stretched to accommodate him, her walls clenching around his thick cock.
"The numbers look good overall," Silas was saying, his voice perfectly steady as he discussed pack business while his brother fucked their contracted companion bent over the desk. "Though we're seeing some concerning trends in the eastern regions."
Damian pulled out slowly, almost completely, before driving back in with one hard thrust. Eve's hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth wood, papers crinkling under her fingers.
"What kind of trends?" one of the alphas on the call asked.
"Increased rogue activity," Damon answered, moving closer to observe. His hand settled possessively on Eve's lower back, holding her in place while Damian fucked her. "Three incidents in the past month alone. We're working with local enforcers to address it."
Damian's pace increased, each thrust driving Eve forward on the desk. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing all her energy on staying silent. On not moaning, not gasping, not begging for more the way her body wanted to.
"The financial implications are significant," another alpha said, and Damian slowed his movements, though he stayed buried deep inside her.
"Absolutely," he agreed, his voice only slightly rougher than normal. His fingers dug into Eve's hips. "We've allocated additional resources to enforcement. Silas can walk you through the budget adjustments."
As Silas launched into financial details, Damian resumed his brutal pace. Eve's vision blurred, pleasure building with each thrust. She was going to come....could feel it building, inevitable and overwhelming.
Damian must have sensed it because his hand came around to cover her mouth, muffling any sounds. "Not yet," he breathed against her ear, too quiet for the call to pick up. "Hold it."
The torture of being fucked hard and deep while having to stay perfectly silent, perfectly still, not allowed to come....it was exquisite agony.
The call droned on. Territory boundaries. Resource sharing. Political alliances. Business as usual for powerful alphas, except one of them was currently buried inside their mate, claiming her while his brothers watched and conducted pack business.
Finally.....finally....Eve felt Damian tense, his grip on her hips becoming bruising. He came with only the slightest intake of breath, his release filling her as he maintained his professional composure.
He pulled out slowly, and immediately Damon took his place.
"I'll take the next section," Damon said smoothly, positioning himself behind Eve. "Regarding the southern alliance proposals."
He entered her in one hard thrust, and Eve's teeth cut into her lip hard enough to draw blood. She tasted copper as Damon began to move, his pace even more brutal than Damian's had been.
"The terms are favorable," Damon was saying, somehow keeping his voice steady even as he pounded into her. "But we have concerns about the enforcement mechanisms."