Eve woke slowly, awareness returning in fragmented pieces.
Warmth surrounding her. A solid chest against her back. Strong arms wrapped around her waist. And...
Her breath caught as the sensation registered fully.
She was filled. Completely, perfectly filled.
"Shh," Silas's voice rumbled against her ear, low and soothing. "Don't tense up. Just feel it."
Eve's eyes flew open, her mind scrambling to make sense of her position. She was sitting on Silas's lap in his chair....the one he used to watch them from....her back pressed to his chest, her legs spread over his thighs. And his cock was buried deep inside her, thick and hard and impossibly present.
"Silas?" Her voice came out breathless, confused. "What....when did....?"
"You were sleeping," he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder. "Looked so peaceful curled up between my brothers. But I couldn't wait anymore. Couldn't spend another moment not inside you."
