Page 34 of Come Fill Me

High school changed everything. She’d grown tall and filled out, resembling the woman she was now. Finally, he noticed her but still kept his distance, telling her to hang with kids her own age.

“You know…babies,” he said.

She returned his smile, adoring how he teased her. It tookall of her will, but she did as he asked, staying away until her eighteenth birthday, which marked her as an adult even by Anglo standards. That evening, Kele brought Jacob a gift—herself.

On tiptoes, with her mouth to his ear and her hand on his flat belly, she whispered, “Take my virginity.”

He’d been twenty-two at the time and had countless girlfriends his age and older. Wearing an expression that was a mixture of amusement and bewilderment, he’d said, “I have a date tonight.”

Expecting as much, Kele nodded and sat on the sofa in the apartment he shared with three of his buddies. To her relief, none of them was around. “Not a problem. I’ll wait until you get back.”

Jacob argued with her, he tried to reason, but Kele wouldn’t be swayed. In the end, he’d canceled his date, and they talked, or rather Kele talked, and he listened to how much she’d always worshipped him.

“You don’t have to love me right away,” she assured him, touching his cheek, thrilled at the heat of his skin, the bite of his coming beard. It was better than she’d fantasized. “Just say you’ll try. That’s all I ask.”

She’d honored her promise as Jacob had his. He kept trying to love her. Always, he treated her well, never raising his voice or his hand…but he was never fully hers, not even now.

Kele pushed away from the wall and went to the room’s door, resting her hand on it. The heavy wood muted the sounds within rather than blocking them. Listening, she bit her lip at the bedsprings squeaking and Zeke’s rumbling voice, the volume so low she couldn’t catch his words. Jacob spoke next. What he said was also a mystery.

The woman remained silent. Why? Had Zeke already filled her mouth with his cock…or had Jacob?

Kele rolled her forehead against the wood, not able to withstand more pain. It was bad enough to witness Jacob’s hunger for the other women in their clan. To endure his attention to an enemy female wasn’t something she could survive.

Liz, Zeke had called her, claiming she had nothing to do with Jacob’s injuries. Kele pulled her shoulders to her ears and made a face, appalled at the tenderness and familiarity he already showed that bitch.

Kele had seen Zeke with Gabrielle’s mother. Not once had he said her name with the same reverence. He hadn’t looked at her in the same manner either.

And now, Jacob was with Liz too.

Kele sank her teeth deeper into her lip, tasting blood. What was the matter with the Neekoma brothers? She, not Liz, was a member of their clan. She was willing to deliver her pride and soul to Jacob. She’d die for him as Gabrielle’s mother would have done for Zeke.

Neither brother seemed to notice the females who loved them, women of their own blood who were willing to do anything for a shred of attention.

“Hold her,” Zeke ordered, his words now loud and commanding, reaching past the door’s barrier.

“I intend to,” Jacob said.

Kele turned away, bristling at the sound of Liz’s soft, submissive moans, her cry of delight.

Because Jacob was holding her arms behind her back, trapping her so Zeke could suckle her nipples and explore her cunt? Or was Jacob pushing her feet apart and spreading her thighs so his brother would have full access to her pussy, her entrance that Zeke would fill with his fingers, tongue, and eventually his cock? Once he’d had enough of her, he’d offer Liz to Jacob, and he’d—

Kele banged her fists against her thighs, refusing to imagine what her heart couldn’t endure. So Jacob was in there with Liz—so what? He might mount and use her, but he’d do so only to capture more of her healing power. Rumor said he’d recover faster with all of her flesh touching his. He had to assure himself that his body was strong and ready for future battles.

There would be no love in the act, no real passion, certainly not what he’d someday show her. All she had to do was give him more time, lavish him with affection, prove they were destined for each other. Her patience and devotion would win him over.

In a little while, Jacob would join her. With no further need of Liz’s healing power, he and Zeke would return her to where she belonged, where she’d damn well stay. Everything would be the same as it had been.

Liz’s noisy whimper drifted into the hall, followed by Zeke’s command to Jacob.

“Keep her quiet. Fill her mouth.”

The sounds Liz made said he had.

Fighting tears, Kele ran down the corridor toward the stairs, the pounding of her feet masking the carnal noise.

Intense light flooded the sparsely furnished room hidden behind an antechamber. The extreme illumination didn’t allow for any shadows or the possibility of rest. A narrow bed and chair were the only furniture, both painted white to match the walls and floor. The absence of color, sound, scents, and a window that showed whether it was day or night deprived the mind of stimulation, making it less resistant to authority, more malleable.

At least that was what Carreon had heard.

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