Dinner had been tense with anticipation. All three brothers watching Eve with predatory hunger, their eyes tracking every movement she made. Eve had tried to eat, forcing food down despite the knot of anticipation in her stomach, knowing what was coming after.
The massive dining table had felt too large and too small simultaneously...large enough that the distance between them created aching need, small enough that she could feel the weight of their stares like physical touches on her skin.
Damian had barely touched his steak, his gray eyes never leaving her face. Damon had gripped his wine glass so tightly she'd worried it might shatter. And Silas had watched her with that dark, intense gaze that seemed to see straight through to her soul.
By the time dessert was served, Eve's hands were shaking. Her body was already responding to their unspoken promises, already preparing itself for what was to come.
