Page 22 of Come Fill Me

Liz combed her pubic hair with her fingers then separated the folds of her sex and stroked herself as she rode him.

Watching her made him harder than Zeke would have believed possible. His cock strained against her inner walls, the pleasurable rasp driving him wild. Their bodies made brief smacking sounds as they touched. His balls were so tight the skin seemed ready to split.

She inhaled sharply, releasing the air on an uneven sigh. Lowering her face, she wore a look of mounting tension that told him she was a breath away from orgasm.

Not allowing her to reach it, Zeke grabbed her wrists, ignoring her frustrated growl, rolling them over so he’d be on top. There, he took her, pounding his cock into her cunt until the only sounds she made were pleas for him not to stop.

Yeah, right. Don’t bet on it.

Zeke rolled his eyes at such an idiotic fantasy but made no move to quell his need. He rubbed his cheek and the tip of his nose against her glorious hair, delighting in its silky texture and the fact that she didn’t try to deny what he wanted. Nor did she shrink away from his obvious erection. On some level, she enjoyed his arousal and touch, the man he was. The question was how long it would last.

She’d wanted to know where he was taking her.

The answer was easy and complicated as hell. He was bringing her to a reality no vision had warned him of prior totonight’s events. If it had…

He gritted his teeth to keep sorrow and anger from edging closer or overwhelming him. His visions had shown Zeke his injuries and near death, but not that of his—

No. He couldn’t go there or let his emotions surface. They clouded his visions much as they did a man’s judgment. He had to maintain control. With Liz in his possession, he’d be able to complete his plan.

And then what?

Let her return so she could continue to heal Carreon’s men, or keep her so that she could save his people whenever that monster attacked them? So that she’d be there for him to enjoy.

Without thinking, Zeke cupped her breast, dragging his thumb over her nipple.

She stiffened.

Her response snapped him back to reality faster than a slap or a lethal threat. Zeke warned himself to cool it and consider how she must feel, given how her night had turned out. He recalled what she’d said about her father, the distressing heartache he’d heard in her voice and seen on her face as she’d spoken of him.

He’d told her the man was safe, but only because he hadn’t seen his murder in his mind as he’d seen hers. However, that didn’t mean her father was out of harm’s way. No matter what Carreon thought or Liz suspected, Zeke knew his gift wasn’t perfect. Far from it. He saw things that involved himself, strangers or people he hated. When it came to the ones he loved, his visions were silent, refusing to help him stop the coming tragedy and pain.

His shoulders bunched at the fucking stupidity of such a useless gift. It was a bitch for him to breathe. Rarely had Zeke felt as useless, unable to save those he should. He hated keeping Liz from her father, but he had to have her help. He couldn’tdeny his brother that.

With great care, he eased her closer, moderating his strength, holding her in a gentle embrace meant to comfort.

After a moment’s hesitation, she relaxed a bit.

He waited, keeping his actions as nonthreatening as he could.

In time, she released her weight into him as though she was beginning to trust…or was too exhausted to fight. He wondered how they might have reacted to each other in a normal world where they’d been out for a night of fun, eating at a restaurant, enjoying a movie. Expecting to end the evening fucking like crazy rather than sitting naked in the back of a van, barreling toward his stronghold where his people waited to hear the news of his rescue or death.

Always fearful of Carreon’s presence, his men didn’t dare use cell phones that might reveal the users’ locations or directions, exposing them to attack.

Zeke mouthed an oath then sighed.

With the sound, Liz leaned to the side and looked over, her mouth no more than a few inches from his.

It was an effort for him not to sigh again, this time at her sweetly scented breath. Not from toothpaste or mints but from the vibrant life that flowed through her. The sensations it produced did wicked things to him, stiffening his cock even more, tensing his muscles, driving away all hesitation, which left only animal need.

Liz didn’t seem alarmed at his obvious lust. She said nothing nor did she move, waiting as though to see what he intended to do with her.

His thoughts were back in his X-rated fantasy. Thankfully, he was able to make his body behave. He continued to hold her without menace, wanting Liz to know he wasn’t scum like Carreon. Never in his life had Zeke harmed a woman or takenone against her will.

Liz continued to study him, not seeming to notice or care how bumpy the ride had become.

Zeke increased his hold to keep her steady then chanced running his thumb over her hip, testing her reaction.

“Do you have my father?” she asked.

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