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He sounded so grateful Liz wasn’t certain whether to smile or cry like a sentimental fool. Zeke’s capacity for love stirred her in a way she couldn’t resist. Feeling mischievous, she said, “Just see that I don’t have to do it again.”

He laughed.

The full, rich sound healed another part of her battered soul and alarmed Liz greatly. With each passing minute, she found more to like about Zeke when she shouldn’t. He was still Carreon’s enemy, her father a prisoner of the man.

What had Carreon done since she and Zeke had left the stronghold? She considered what Zeke had said, believing he was correct—as long as her father had the ability to heal, Carreon wouldn’t risk hurting him. In her heart, she sensed he was safe. Not only that, Carreon must have heard her fightingZeke, demanding he leave her in the mansion. Carreon couldn’t believe she’d left willingly, not with her father still at risk.

Zeke’s laughter wound down. The corners of his eyes crinkled with his lingering smile, pulling Liz from her worry back into his seductive embrace.

“You don’t know my brother,” Zeke said.

Emboldened by his desire for her and the honorable man he kept proving himself to be, she asked, “Will I before the night’s over?”

“Yes.”

His answer was uncomplicated, devoid of emotion, telling Liz that he intended to share her with Jacob. She sensed part of it involved Zeke wanting his brother’s full recovery with no danger of relapse. The more she touched Jacob, the deeper he was within her, the stronger he’d become, just as Zeke had.

Their culture added another element to the mix. Liz had heard rumors about their men sharing women, no different from what Carreon had done with her and his lieutenants.

This didn’t feel the same. Zeke wasn’t using her to get a carnal high. With him, Liz felt cherished, not exploited.

She twisted her wrists within his hands. He offered no reaction but did release his hold. Liz cradled his face, running her thumb over his bottom lip, guiding him down to her.

Zeke’s composure fell away, evident in his throaty growl, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, his hand dragging down her body. He kissed and touched her like a man who’d never experienced anything more exciting. There was an inner fire in how he molded his mouth to hers, taking away any chance for her to deny him.

He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, mimicking Jacob’s earlier movements, making these his own. When he touched her clit, Liz gasped at its sensitivity, the riot of sensations rippling from her cunt to her anus and down herthighs. With her moan, Zeke’s tongue filled her mouth even more. He ran his fingers over her vaginal lips, so plump with arousal they’d already separated, revealing her entrance.

It made him wild and Liz listless in the best possible way, eager to yield, having no will except to submit.

He touched her nub again, working it, driving Liz crazy, pulling moan after moan from her.

Beneath the sounds, she heard another—wood quivering, a door opening, then slamming shut.

Zeke didn’t budge from her, taking his time, acting like the leader he was, intent on what he willed and she had to have. They necked for minutes—deep, nourishing kisses—with him manipulating her clit, bringing her so close to orgasm Liz groaned, the helpless sound muted by his tongue.

There, he stopped, leaving her near the finish line but not quite past the point of no return. Pulling her mouth free, Liz glared at him. Zeke didn’t notice; he was already watching Jacob.

His brother stood at the door, the blanket at his feet, his body bared, prepared to take what he wanted.

Liz saw the truth of it on his face, his savage need of her.

Her thoughts raced with wanton images of him on top of her, behind her, using her openings as he willed. She tried to fill her lungs and couldn’t.

Jacob’s cocky expression said her reaction pleased him. He strode to the bed, his shaft erect, his expression pure male, his intent clear. He was going to take her now, along with his brother.

Chapter Six

Minutes before, the other women had left the hallway, returning to their children, partners, or chores. Kele alone remained. Slumped against the wall, she tried to control the turmoil building within her.

Jacob was alive, healed. It was all that mattered, not him insisting on going back into the room with Zeke and that horrible woman…their enemy.

“Wait for me downstairs,” he’d said just a moment ago, his hand cupping her chin so she had to look at him. “I’ll join you there.”

He hadn’t said when, sending an alarm through Kele, one she didn’t much like, making her bold. “Come with me now.”

Despite the other women’s presence, she’d wrapped her fingers around his, placing his palm on her breast, wanting to entice him to her room. They didn’t share it just yet, though Kele knew that someday they would.

From the time she’d been eight and first noticed him at one of the clan’s meetings, Kele had decided Jacob belonged to her. During summer vacations, she’d bugged him to let her play catch with him and the other boys rather than jumping rope as she would have liked. She gave him her chocolate milk and candy whenever she had it, lying about hating its taste. All through grade school, he’d treated her like a kid sister he hadn’t asked for and didn’t want.

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