Silas rolled his eyes at his brothers' shared reminiscence, but he couldn't completely suppress his own smile. "You two are impossible. You fucked her unconscious and you're proud of it."
"Damn right we are," Damon said without shame. "She pushed us, we pushed back. That's how our dynamic works. She tests boundaries, we remind her where those boundaries are. And she loves it....loves being dominated, loves being claimed, loves being reminded that she belongs to us."
"Besides," Damian added, his expression turning more serious, "it wasn't just about punishment or dominance. It was about reassurance. She'd just executed Cassandra. Had killed someone with her own hands for the first time. She needed to feel something other than guilt and horror. Needed to be reminded that she's not a monster....she's our mate. Powerful, yes. Capable of violence, yes. But still ours. Still loved. Still safe with us."
