They lay tangled together on the conference table, panting and trembling. When the brothers finally pulled out, Eve whimpered at the loss, feeling impossibly empty despite being more than satisfied.
"That was..." Damon couldn't finish the sentence.
"Impossible," Silas supplied. "That should have been impossible."
"But it wasn't," Damian said, sitting up and looking at Eve with something like awe. "She took all three of us. At once. And she didn't just survive it....she loved it."
Eve couldn't deny it. Despite the soreness, despite the overwhelming fullness, despite the impossibility of it.....her body was already humming with satisfaction, with rightness.
"The glow was stronger," Silas observed. "Much stronger. It lit up the whole room for at least fifteen seconds."
"And her scream," Damon added. "The whole pack probably heard that. They'll know exactly what we were doing to her."
"Good," Damian said possessively. "Let them know. Let everyone know she's ours."
