All Chapters of The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

THIRTY MINUTES LATEREve had barely made it to the bedroom when her phone buzzed again.Damian: Conference room. Third floor, east wing. Now.She stared at the message, her body still trembling from what they'd done to her in the office. Thirty minutes. They'd lasted thirty minutes before needing her again.This was insane. Impossible.And yet her body was already responding, already craving more despite the soreness, despite the exhaustion.Eve cleaned herself up quickly and changed into a fresh dress....knowing it would just end up on the floor anyway. Then she made her way to the third floor.The conference room was massive....designed for large pack meetings. A long mahogany table dominated the center, surrounded by leather chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the grounds where she could see pack members going about their business.All three brothers were already there, having shed their suit jackets. They looked predatory, hungry, barely restrained."Lock the door," Damian

TWO WEEKS, FOUR DAYS INTO THE CONTRACT - SATURDAY AFTERNOONEve sat in the uncomfortable visitor's chair beside her mother's hospital bed, trying to focus on the conversation. Trying to be present. Trying to ignore the restlessness building under her skin."You're not listening," Margaret said gently, a knowing smile on her face."I am," Eve protested. "You were talking about the new physical therapist, and what he is helping with....""That was ten minutes ago, sweetheart." Her mother's smile widened. "I've been talking about possibly being discharged next week, and you haven't heard a word."Eve felt her face heat. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm just... distracted.""I can see that." Margaret studied her daughter's face. "You keep checking your phone. Fidgeting. You look like you want to be somewhere else.""I don't.....that's not...." Eve stopped, realizing her mother was right. She'd checked her phone seven times in the past twenty minutes. Not because she was expecting a message, but becau

TWO DAYS LATER - TUESDAY AFTERNOONEve 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.The library door opened and Silas entered, h

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."I think we've had enough for dinner already. Don't you think so, Eve?" Damian had

Damian was the first to notice that she had gone still."Eve?" His voice was sharp with concern, cutting through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. "Eve, baby, open your eyes."Nothing. She was completely unconscious, her body limp in their arms, her head lolling to the side."Did we hurt her?" Damon asked, panic edging into his voice as he pulled out carefully. His hands immediately ran over her body, checking for damage, searching for blood or tears. "Fuck, did we push too far?""No blood," Silas reported, examining her thoroughly . His fingers checked every entrance, every stretch of skin. "No tearing. No damage that I can see. She's just... passed out. From the pleasure.""Check her pulse," Damian ordered, finally pulling his softening cock from her body. The movement made more of their combined releases spill from her, evidence of their complete claiming.Silas pressed two fingers to her neck, feeling for the steady beat beneath her skin. "Strong and steady. Her breathing is normal