PROPERTY OF THE VAULT

Chapter 11: Breaking the Rules

Playing further into this new-found currency, she whispered, “Maybe you caught me in a lie.”

Cain started walking to her side. He brushed the hair away from her face and stepped behind her, pressing the hard length of his body against her back. All she could smell was his cologne, and she sighed with relief that maybe she hadn't embarrassed herself. It wasn't until now that she realized the height difference: she was maybe 5'5", and they both stood at 6'4".

He leaned down, his breath fanning over her neck as he murmured, “Well, this does need a correction, don't you think, Damon?”

Damon took his eyes off Eden for the first time and made eye contact with Cain, returning his comment with a genuine smile that seemed darker than his eyes. Desire rolled around the room as Cain reached around Eden to roll her n*****s in his hand.

Eden cried out in pleasure. Damon's eyes met hers, the heat turning cold with sudden, possessive realization. “Wait. The file said… she's a virgin, Cain.”

Cain instantly let go, and Eden moaned in disappointment, the sudden loss of touch jarring. The blood rushed back to her cheeks, the shame of her nudity and her failed bravado crashing down on her. Cain stepped to her front, his eyes raking her body, his voice low and serious. “Is this true?”

Eden bowed her head in embarrassment and nodded, confirming the truth. She looked up at them, making eye contact with both.

Cain’s face tightened, and he glanced at Damon, a look of genuine moral struggle passing between them. "We don't take virgins," Cain stated, the words clipped. "It goes against our rules, Eden."

"I know," she whispered, her voice cracking with humiliation. She seized the opportunity to escape the crippling embarrassment. She turned and quickly tried to retrieve her torn dress and bra from the floor.

"I'm sorry. I must have misunderstood. I thought there was something between us—I must have misread," she rushed out, her heart pounding with the need to cover herself and flee.

Damon moved instantly, his large body blocking her path to the desk and her clothes. "Don't you dare," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, challenging the very rule he’d just affirmed. He cupped her face again, forcing her chin up. “You stripped for us, little fox. You don't get to run now.” The heat from his hand seemed to burn away the chill of her fear, replacing it with a terrifying, absolute certainty.

She struggled against the vice of his hand, but it was useless. Her small rebellion only seemed to fuel their intent. Cain’s laugh was a low, rusty sound of dark amusement. "Misread? Eden, You didn't misread anything. You just underestimated your own danger."

Cain stepped up behind her, whispering into her ear, "We are not supposed to do this. But we don't want to wait anymore. The rule is meaningless when you look like that. We will make you ours, tonight."

His hand slid down her back, a possessive anchor, while Damon’s grip on her face remained absolute. The sensation of two different kinds of power—Cain's raw, earthy heat at her back, and Damon's cold, sterile command at her face—was overwhelming. She was pinned between two worlds, and both were consuming her.

Her voice was shaky, a raw, needy plea that barely reached a whisper: “I—I’ve never done this. Please, I just need a distraction right now. Please.”

Cain looked at Damon, who knelt down, grabbed one of her breasts, and pulled the n****e to his mouth, suckling it while sliding a hand up her leg to cup her ass cheek. The unexpected heat and wet pressure was a shock, immediately erasing the shame that had been burning in her cheeks. Eden looked down at his handsome face as he knelt and moaned. Damon's dark hair brushed against her skin, and the low, guttural sound of his pleasure—a sound he usually suppressed—was deeply intimate. He wasn't just taking; he was consumed.

She looked up, embarrassed by her reaction, and Cain grabbed her face and kissed her pouty lips with so much need. His other hand traveled to her free breast as they made out so fiercely she thought her lips were surely swollen. The kiss was a desperate battle, a bruising claim of ownership, yet she met him, tongue for tongue, craving the violent confirmation of her new place.

Cain pulled away, stating, “We won't go all the way tonight, little fox.” He gave her a brief, possessive smirk, his eyes dark with the effort of holding back.

He knelt down, putting the free n****e in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. He used his teeth gently, drawing a moan from her that sounded ragged and entirely unlike her own voice. The knowledge that two of the most powerful men she'd ever met were on their knees for her, warring over her, was a profound, dangerous aphrodisiac.

Eden couldn't stop moaning; she could have never imagined anything feeling so good. Watching them both look her in the eyes as they suckled on her breasts was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Damon pulled her n****e with his mouth and let it go with a soft pop of suction coming undone. He didn't stand immediately. Instead, he took his time, trailing his tongue slowly from her ribcage, over her navel, and down her flat stomach, marking a path with hot, damp possession. His deliberate worship made her feel utterly treasured, even as she was utterly dominated.

He never broke eye contact as he stood up, taking his turn to claim her mouth with so much pent-up aggression. She cried out as his lips crashed into hers over and over.

Cain freed her n****e and walked to the desk. He quickly grabbed something and tore it free from its packaging. Eden was too busy pulling at Damon's expensive suit while he dominated her mouth to notice much other than his absence. He came back, and Damon pulled away to look at him. Cain held up a few items that made Eden blush with anticipation. She giggled and covered her face until Cain set the items down and started undressing. She gasped when he took his plain white button-up off, seeing the God before her; she had no idea he'd be so muscular and covered in tattoos. The ink was a swirling landscape of dark art, covering his arms and chest, a vivid contrast to Damon's clean, minimalist aesthetic. It was a visual representation of their different forms of power: Damon, controlled precision; Cain, chaotic strength.

Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, she reluctantly turned to see Damon taking his suit off finally. She moved to lean on the desk so she could finish watching her personal strip show. They had arms bigger than her head and abs that could give anyone a heart attack. Damon’s body was pure classical sculpture—all lean, chiseled muscle that looked like it belonged on a Roman statue. Cain’s was heavier, built for brute force and endurance, the definition softened by the dark canvas of his skin.

She could feel herself dripping with need as they both took their pants off. She suddenly felt nervous, seeing them in just their underwear. Eden could see how large they were, and her mouth fell open. A wave of raw, instinctual fear mixed violently with her lust. How on earth would those ever fit in her?

EDEN

As if they could read my mind, they walked to me, both giving gentle, reassuring kisses down my neck. Damon spoke first: “Trust us, little fox. We won't hurt you. We are going to go slow, preparing you to take us. We want you to savor every inch as we take what’s ours. Who will you let go first?” he asked as his fingers moved to my wet p***y. I cried out with pleasure as his finger made small circles around my c**t. Cain added pressure to the already needy circumstances by playing with my tight entrance. “Both!” I cried out, as they helped to hold me up. “I need you both,” I moaned. The confession felt like a surrender of her very soul, a final

admission that she was completely lost to their dominance.

She pulled their faces to her. Damon kissed her neck, moving to his knees so he could play with her breasts. Cain quickly took to kissing her mouth. Cain pulled away. “I don't know if you can take us both at once, baby girl. We may have broken one rule, but we need to keep you intact for the next one.” Just as he said that, he slipped his wet finger inside Eden. She screamed in pleasure: “Please! Oh God, please don't stop!” She looked down at Damon, who was smiling with a n****e in his mouth, still playing with her c**t. He let go of her other breast and pushed her onto the desk. After knocking things out of her path Cain went back to kissing Eden. He had never had someone so sweet; he never wanted to stop taking her. Eden grabbed a fist full of Damon's hair and looked him in the eyes. At that moment, he licked his finger and moved to put it in her other hole. Before she could protest, he had already started adding to the incredible sensations Cain was giving. Together they worked her body in tandem, both of them sliding alongside each other with her stuck in the middle. The pleasure was an agonizing friction, pulling her apart and putting her back together again. She cried their names as she worked to free their hard c***s from their underwear.

Finally, she was successful, and she sat in shock, jacking them off. Her hands, guided by instinct, wrapped around the incredible heat and density of their shafts. They were unbelievably hard, solid, like polished granite. Her fingers stumbled over the intense, ropy veins that ran the length of their c***s, throbbing visibly with pent-up blood and desire.

The sheer size was terrifying—they were not normal, nothing about these men was—but it only reinforced her dangerous, feverish attraction. This was power, raw and undeniable, and she was obsessed with the hardness in her hands.

She looked up at them, her breath catching. They were special. They were built for dominance, and the fact that these colossal men, these 'Gods,' were kneeling before her, waiting for her touch, made her feel devastatingly beautiful and absolutely wanted.

How was she supposed to take them both and not rip in two! But it's all she wanted—to be filled by these two beautiful Gods. They said not tonight, but she wanted more. More of them, more right now. All she could manage to whine was, “Pleasssse. Just a little more.”

“You’re doing such a good job, little fox. We’ve never had the pleasure of a sweet little virgin. We are going to teach you how to be ours,” Damon said. He leaned close, his breath hot on her ear. "But lessons always come with a cost, Eden."

Before she could process the threat, they both pushed a second finger deep inside her.