Page 31 of Come Fill Me

“I will. Maybe it’d be better if you left.”

“No. I stay.” He stepped back. “Go on.”

Once more, she focused on Jacob, trailing her fingers over his toes and ankles as she had with Zeke, again noting their subtle differences. Jacob’s complexion had more brown in it than copper, the shade making the hair on his legs appear quite dark. The thatch of black curls on his groin wasn’t as springy as his brother’s. His cock was thicker when flaccid, Zeke’s longer. A mole on Jacob’s left testicle further differentiated them, while Zeke sported a similar mole on his inner left thigh.

Liz ran her hands over Jacob, pausing periodically to press her birthmark to his flesh, captivated by his male beauty. Not to the degree she’d experienced with Zeke but enough to surprise her.

Perhaps it was concern over his condition she was experiencing rather than true desire, the need a woman has for a beautiful man.

Outside the room, someone paced. Probably Kele. The muffled slaps sounded as though they came from her moccasins. A female voice, raspy with age, kept saying something Liz couldn’t make out. The pacing continued.

Grateful Kele wasn’t in the room, Liz ran her hands over Jacob’s pecs, enjoying the warmth of his skin, its silky texture, how the tiny tips of his nipples scraped her palms. He smelled of something woodsy, possibly cedar, and a man’s musk.

Without warning, the scent reminded her of Zeke and what they’d done. Him rolling them over, pinning her beneath his big body, using his weight as a weapon and for pleasure. Not only trapping her but also freeing Liz. Encouraging her to respond to his deep, lingering kisses, his large hands using her breasts with a male’s privilege, parting her thighs with his knees, plunging his hard rod inside her pussy, taking what he wanted, what she ached to give him.

She slid her hand to Jacob’s shaft.

Zeke sucked in a breath.

His reaction to what she was doing didn’t startle Liz or warn her away. She worked her fingers through Jacob’s pubic hair even as her other hand went to the wounds on his legs, touching them cautiously.

Beneath her palm, she felt the cruel holes constrict and close.

Good. However, the worst injuries were in his gut.

She edged his hand aside and replaced it with her own. In her peripheral vision, Liz saw Jacob’s long toes splay then curl. An involuntary reaction, or his response to her power flowing through him, healing his internal organs?

Bit by bit, the gaping holes closed over, his skin forming a solid barrier. Liz glanced up. Jacob’s eyes moved beneath his lids, but he hadn’t awakened. Was he fighting consciousness as Zeke had done, reluctant to leave whatever he saw on the other side?

Come on. Stop resisting me. Prove that you’ll come back and be just as you were.

She pressed harder, feeling the pulse in his torso. With each second, it grew stronger, blood forcing its way through his body, sustaining him.

Jacob’s back arched. He gasped, his mouth hanging open as he pulled in a full breath. Leaning down, Liz brushed her lips over his, spilling more of her healing gift into him, making certain he’d survive. That he’d be whole again.

He stiffened.

Shit. Was he about to convulse?

She eased back but didn’t get far. He cradled the back of her head with purpose then pulled her down next to him, telling Liz his thought processes were more than intact. Downright male. With his lips fitted to hers, Jacob demanded entrance, plunginghis tongue into her mouth.

Liz whimpered. He was so fucking masculine, so assured, her resistance faded away. However, Jacob’s kiss was far different from his brother’s. Demanding, yes, though not as searching, as needy of her response. He seemed to expect her to comply.

He behaved as though she was someone else…Kele.

His hunger proved it. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping Liz’s mouth, his hand covering her breast, his skilled fondling pulling another whimper from her.

He flicked her nipple in response, sending a thrum of delight down her belly to her cunt. Powerless to fight, Liz rode wave after wave of pleasure, her body growing heavy, her thoughts muddled. On instinct, she responded to Jacob, desiring him at this moment even as she continued to crave Zeke.

His unruly breathing registered beneath her and Jacob’s noisy kiss, telling Liz of his eagerness to take her again. She was more than ready, her pussy damp with carnal need, every part of her screaming for his touch.

Unaware, Jacob continued to kiss her, pinching her nipple between his fingers, squeezing her breast until she was breathless with satisfaction and he was sated. Easing back, he pulled in a deep breath and opened his eyes.

His features went from relaxed to confused that she wasn’t Kele. He took a moment to regard her nudity. Heat poured through Liz, flushing her skin. Jacob’s brows lifted then pulled together in a frown. He glanced past her to his brother.

Liz expected Zeke to embrace Jacob much as he had his men in the tunnel.

He came to the bed and spoke in a low growl. “Idiot. What in the fuck did you think you were doing, leaving the stronghold without my permission? How in the hell could you have been so damned stupid?”

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