Heat flooded through Eve. The risk of it....the absolute insanity of doing this here, in the heart of the Seraphim Court, minutes before she had to return to formal session.....made it somehow more intense.
"Yes," she breathed. "But fast. We really do have to be back...."
"We know." Damon was already lifting her gown, his hands sliding between her legs. "This is just to take the edge off. The real celebration comes later."
They took her quickly and efficiently....Damian bending her over the desk while Damon kept watch at the door and Silas made sure she stayed quiet with his mouth over hers.
When they finished, Eve was thoroughly satisfied and slightly disheveled. Her mates helped her put herself back together, fixing her hair and straightening her gown until she looked presentable again.
"Better?" Damian asked, his eyes tracking over her with satisfaction.
