Page 58 of Come Fill Me

Smiling, Zeke had to restrain himself from brushing back her thick, fragrant mane, nuzzling her neck, smelling, touching, loving her. He’d do that later. All of today. Tonight. Every tomorrow they had.

He was going to give them a future at each other’s side. He’d make it happen even without the help of his men. First, though, he had to see to Jacob.

Zeke left the bed and pulled on his jeans. With one last glimpse at Liz, he headed into the hall.

At the end of it, Jacob stopped, an apple to his mouth, his bite halted at seeing his older brother.

Jacob’s expression reminded Zeke of when they were boys and he’d caught him doing something he shouldn’t. Like riflingthrough their parents’ drawers to see what treasures he’d find. Borrowing Zeke’s stuff and using it as though it were his own. They’d fought over just about everything. Not once did it diminish their bond.

Love, the enduring kind one has for a sibling, welled in Zeke now. He’d die for Jacob without a moment’s consideration or hesitation. That hadn’t changed.

He wouldn’t share Liz though. Her presence here, her feelings for him and only him weren’t negotiable.

Before he could go to Jacob and tell him the score, his brother swaggered down the hall, eager for a fight.

Zeke suppressed a sigh.

Without as much as afuck you,Jacob grabbed the knob to his room, turning it to go inside.

Not in this life. Zeke clamped his hand on his brother’s wrist, stopping him.

Fury darkened Jacob’s complexion. “Let go.”

“Keep your damn voice down,” Zeke ordered. “You’re not going in there.”

“Wanna bet? It’s my fucking room.”

“So it is.” He gripped his brother’s wrist even tighter, keeping him from opening the door. “But Liz is mine.”

Jacob pushed his face into Zeke’s. “She belongs to both of us.”

“She never belonged to you. She simply healed you at my request.”

Exaggerated surprise registered on his face, and then he grinned. “So that’s what she was doing with me while you were out of the room. I wondered why she was moaning so loud and begging me to keep fucking—”

“Don’t test me on this,” Zeke warned. “I’ll fight you for her, and I’ll win. She loves me.”

Jacob’s expression got downright ugly. He twisted his armto get free. “She told you that? When? While you’ve kept her trapped in my room? While you’ve kept her away from me?”

Jesus. Zeke released him and stepped in front of the door, keeping Jacob from it. “Go back to Kele,” he advised.

“Or what? You’ll have me locked up? You’ll prove you’re the big bad leader of the clan?”

“You want the job?” Zeke countered. “Fine. Take it. I never asked for it. I sure as shit don’t enjoy it. Thousands of times I’ve wanted to take off and never look back. To have some goddamned peace for a change rather than all the crap I have to go through.”

“Because of me, right? That’s what you’re saying.” He curled his upper lip. “You don’t like what you do, then don’t do it, beginning with telling me what to feel, who to love.”

“I’m giving you some much-needed advice. Don’t be an idiot and ignore it. Kele’s a good woman. She adores you.” He rested his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Jacob punched it off. “I want Liz.”

Zeke ordered himself to remain calm and reason, not to scream as he wanted to. “Why? You don’t love her.”

“Really. How do you know that? You see it in one of your precious visions?”

“I didn’t have to. I know you.” He pointed out the obvious. “Since Liz belongs to me, you want her, just like everything else I’ve ever had. She’s new, what you’ve never experienced before, unlike any of our women and that’s also why you want her. For the time being, that is, until you grow tired of her, which you will.”

“The same as you.”

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