TWO DAYS LATER - TUESDAY AFTERNOON
Eve sat curled in one of the massive leather chairs in the Blackwood library, a book on werewolf pack dynamics open in her lap. She'd been reading about mate bonds, trying to understand the pull she felt toward the brothers.
The past two days had been a blur of constant sex and brief moments of rest. The brothers couldn't seem to get enough of her, and her body responded with equal desperation. She'd stopped trying to count how many times they took her each day. Ten? Fifteen? More?
All she knew was that when they weren't inside her, she felt incomplete. Wrong. Like part of her was missing.
And it was getting worse.
This morning, when Damian had left for a meeting in another part of the estate—gone for maybe thirty minutes—Eve had felt actual physical pain. Her chest had tightened, her skin had felt too hot, and she'd found herself pacing restlessly until he returned.
That wasn't normal. Couldn't be normal.
