Page 37 of Come Fill Me

Uh-uh. No damn way. He couldn’t allow anyone to harm Liz. She’d fight him, of course, arguing against him keeping her here, realizing finally that she had no say in the matter. In this stronghold, he ruled. She might end up hating him, perhaps betraying—

Don’t.

A hopeless future wasn’t what Zeke intended to think about now. He wasn’t going to ruin this time with worry. There had to be a way to make this right, to keep both of them happy. For now, though, he had a woman to satisfy. His woman.

Claiming her with his heart and actions, Zeke teased her clit with his tongue, his movements so quick and intense they caught her off guard. Liz stiffened then relaxed only to tense once more, signaling her coming orgasm.

It broke within seconds, her body shuddering with its impact, strengthening their connection.

She’d yielded too readily to Zeke, guessing she was no different from all the women he’d known. Only a remarkable female, or an insane one, would have been able to resist his male appeal. He was so freaking masculine, from his scent to the strength and heat of his body. Having him use her, having both Neekoma brothers take what they willed, was unlike anything Liz had predicted. They both dominated, but Zeke also cherished, desiring her in a way Carreon never had. With him, sex had always been about power and eventually humiliation and pain, not mutual satisfaction.

On her next wanton cry, Jacob deepened his kiss, ensuring her silence.

Fuck that. She made a particularly base sound, determined to push his buttons, see what he would do.

Jacob’s lips moved against hers in what felt like a smile. He certainly wasn’t timid as he fondled her breasts, squeezing each, then pulling on her nipples.

If he thought giving in to his basest desires was going to tame her, he was dead wrong. As long as she felt treasured, Liz liked her sex uncivilized.

Zeke knew. He thumbed her clit harder than before. New sensations coursed through Liz, threatening to overwhelm. It didn’t seem to be enough for Zeke. To make certain he aroused her fully, he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt, mimicking an impassioned screw.

A swarm of feelings rose so fast, they caught Liz by surprise. She tried to close her legs, unable to endure another climax, with this one promising to be more forceful than the last. Jacob wouldn’t allow it. He pushed his calves against her thighs, demanding she remain exposed.

To hell with that.She twisted her wrists within his hand.

He held them more firmly, not enough to leave bruises, but there wasn’t any way Liz could get free. With lazy strokes, Jacobexplored her breasts, his palm rubbing her nipples, his hand then dipping to her navel, her bush, her clit.

Oh God no.Together, he and Zeke teased her tiny nub. The top of Liz’s head tingled. Her cunt ached for release. She came again, this orgasm shattering through her. Tearing her mouth from Jacob’s, Liz struggled to breathe.

On a gasp, she begged, “Stop, please.”

Zeke didn’t miss a beat, continuing to use her body, his actions saying he, not she, called the shots. Jacob was no different, suckling her throat, abandoning her clit so he could play with her nipples as though they were his newest toys.

Liz whined, “Dammit, stop.”

“Why?” Zeke asked. “I’m fine. Great, in fact. How about you, Jacob? Are you getting tired?”

His brother plucked at the tip of her left nipple. “Nope. Not even close.”

Bastards. She tried to frown and couldn’t quite manage it.

Zeke straightened but didn’t stop rubbing her clit. Liz’s legs jerked with the residual feelings he generated. With his face close to hers, he murmured, “Is that a smile I see?”

Maybe.

Jacob leaned to the side so he could see her face. “I think it is.”

Liz liked his teasing too, though she wasn’t about to let on. “You’re wrong.”

“Then we’ll have to do something about that.” Zeke removed his fingers from her cunt. “On your hands and knees.”

Jacob released his hold on her and moved to the side so she could follow his brother’s directive.

Liz didn’t, not just yet. She lifted her chin, challenging Zeke’s command.

Rather than argue, he left the bed, shaking the mattress with his departure. For one awful moment, Liz feared he’d walk outthe door without a backward glance, leaving her to wonder if he’d come back.

“She doesn’t follow orders very well, does she?” Jacob asked.

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