Eve's entire body was trembling with the effort of staying silent. Damian's release was still dripping from her, providing lubrication as Damon took her roughly, claiming her while discussing pack politics like she wasn't even there.
Except she was there. Bent over the desk, being used for their pleasure and their focus, and loving every degrading second of it.
Silas caught her eye from across the room. His dark gaze was intense, possessive, hungry. Watching his brother f**k her while he conducted business. The control it must be taking him not to simply end the call and claim her himself.
"We'll need assurances in writing," one of the alphas on the call said.
"Agreed," Silas responded. "We'll have our legal team draft..."
Damon's pace became punishing, each thrust driving
