ログインSilas's eyes had gone completely dark, his pupils blown wide as he felt Damian's pleasure through their connection. His hands were clenched into fists, claws extending and retracting repeatedly as he fought to keep Cane contained and obey Eve's command not to touch.Eve took Damian deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The pop pop pop sound of her mouth working his cock was obscene, filling the room with wet, explicit noise that made veins nearly burst in Damian's head."Jesus Christ," Damon breathed, his own hand moving unconsciously toward his straining erection before he caught himself. "I'm going to lose my mind. Rex is going to break free and I...." He cut himself off, breathing hard, fighting for control.Silas said nothing, but his eyes tracked every movement of Eve's head bobbing on Damian's cock with predatory focus. Like he was memorizing it. Planning exactly what he'd do when it was his turn.Eve sucked Damian's cock like it was t
The silence in the office was absolute. Damon and Silas stood frozen, watching their brother.....the strongest, most dominant, most controlling of them all.....held completely immobile by their mate's power. Damian's eyes blazed crimson with Kane's fury and frustration, but his body couldn't move an inch against the glowing green restraints.Eve circled him again, slower this time, drinking in the sight of him helpless."Do you know how long I've wanted this?" she asked, though it was unclear whether it was Eve or her succubus speaking...or if there was even a difference anymore. "How many times you've made me beg? Made me wait? Made me prove I could endure before giving me what I needed?"She stopped in front of him, close enough that her thighs brushed his knees. "Tonight, you don't get to control the pace. You don't get to decide when I come or how many times or whether I've earned it." Her hand cupped his face almost tenderly. "Tonight, I take what I want, when I want it, how I wa
By the time she finished speaking, Damian was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His control was fracturing....she could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers dug into her hips, the way his eyes had fully shifted to Kane's golden predator gaze."Absolutely not!" Damon shouted from where he stood, his own control clearly tested by the display. "You can't just...."But Silas remained quiet, his dark eyes glued to Eve. Specifically to the hypnotic movement of her hips rolling against Damian's dick, the way her body moved like water, the way she'd taken complete control of the situation with just a few words and calculated touches.Eve turned to look at Damon, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Why not?" she challenged. "Why can't I? I have three mates, so why can't I choose the one I want to fuck me when I want?"She looked back at Damian, her amber eyes beginning to take on that eerie green glow that signaled her succubus nature rising. "Alp
The ride back to the estate was silent.Eve sat between Damon and Silas in the back of the SUV, Damian driving with white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. No one spoke about what had just happened in the dungeon. About Cassandra's screams. About the blood on Eve's hands. About the cold, ruthless efficiency with which their mate had extracted every piece of information before ending the traitor's life.When they finally reached the house, the sun was just beginning to rise....painting the sky in shades of pink and gold that felt obscene after the darkness they'd just left behind.They gathered in Damian's office....their usual war room for serious discussions. Damian poured himself a drink from the crystal decanter, the amber liquid catching the early morning light. Damon sprawled in one of the leather chairs, his energy restless and agitated. Silas leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes tracking Eve's every movement.And Eve stood by the window, staring out at the gr
Elena and Mike exchanged glances, then nodded."We'll help," Elena said. "I'll activate the network along Zane's route. Mike will feed misinformation to the Revolutionary faction about Eve's exact location....close enough to be believable, far enough off to waste Zane's time when he arrives.""And I'll prepare the other factions," Mike added. "Make sure the Traditionalist envoy and Military challenger don't arrive simultaneously with the assassin. Last thing we need is a three-way conflict on the Blackwood estate.""Coordinate with each other," Raphael instructed. "Make it look natural, not orchestrated. The moment the factions suspect interference, they'll investigate. And we can't afford for them to connect these delays back to me."Both confirmed understanding, and the holographic images faded.Raphael was alone again in his brother's study, surrounded by memories of better times. Times when the Seraphim Court had been united under a strong king. Times when succubi politics hadn't
Raphael left the War Room through a hidden servants' passage....one of dozens of secret routes through the Palace that he'd mapped over the years. His quarters were in the Palace's forgotten East Wing, in rooms that had once belonged to his brother, King Azrael, before the coup.No one came here anymore. The Revolutionary faction had claimed this wing as "tainted by the old regime" and sealed it off. Which made it perfect for Raphael's purposes.....a base of operations hidden in plain sight, filled with resources and knowledge the current Court didn't even know existed.He entered his brother's old study.....preserved exactly as Azrael had left it the night he died....and activated the wards that ensured complete privacy. Then he pulled out his communication crystal and began composing a message. Not to Eve directly...she didn't have the means to receive it yet....but to his most trusted contacts. The few who knew his real identity and had been helping him protect his niece from afar.
The pain started small.Just a dull ache in Eve's chest, like someone had pressed their thumb against her sternum and forgotten to remove it. Uncomfortable but manageable. She could breathe through it. Could function through it.Dr. Thorne had finished attaching all the monitors....electrodes on he
The room fell silent."So we're gambling that it holds for three days," Damian said slowly, "but the act of leaving might cause it to break within hours.""That's the risk," Dr. Thorne confirmed. "Which is why I'm telling you again....don't leave. This is a terrible idea. The odds of this going wel
Worst case. Forty percent survival. Possible violence. Loss of self. Those were the worst cases.Best case? She survived, transformed successfully, and they came back to find her alive and whole.Eve clung to that best case like a lifeline.Silas returned with Mrs. Blackwood, who looked alert despi
TWO HOURS SINCE SEPARATION - 8:00 AM"Pain level?" Dr. Thorne asked, her voice tight with concern."Nine," Eve sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "It's a nine. It hurts so much."Her heart rate had climbed to 118. Blood pressure was 145 over 92. The monitors were screaming warnings that Dr. Tho







