Page 56 of Come Fill Me

Liz smiled softly, not attempting to disguise her adoration. Before she left him forever, and she would, Liz wanted him to know that he’d restored her dignity and claimed her soul. She offered him her hand.

He made no move to take it. His attention remained on Jacob, naked, content, conked out from his orgasm. Zeke’s expression darkened, his irritation and jealousy evident.

Before he woke his brother and said something he’d live to regret, Liz murmured, “Come fill me.”We have so little time before I leave.

Her entreaty filtered through Zeke’s anger; she saw it on his face. Something within him shifted as he regarded her, as though he finally realized she’d been waiting for him, only him, all of her life. And that her deepest love would never go to another man.

“Please,” she whispered.

He yanked off his tee, dropping it at his feet. His jeans and briefs followed. He was fully erect and feeling no shame or hesitation.

Liz stopped him before he climbed on the bed, her hand on his torso, just below the area she’d clawed days earlier. Scabs covered the scratches, the edges no longer puffy and red. He hadn’t put peroxide on them as she’d suggested, nor had heallowed her to heal them when she’d finally offered.

“Why not?” she’d asked.

He’d nibbled her bottom lip then whispered, “I want them to be a reminder of how you once fought me. That is, before I tamed you.”

The man had certainly done that and so much more. Liz leaned down to reach his cock, her mouth and tongue worshipping it.

Zeke heaved in a breath.

Jacob jerked with the sound then scooted closer, winding his arm around her waist to bring Liz back to him.

“Stop it,” she ordered, hoping to keep Zeke from saying anything hurtful or bad. “Go back to sleep. Rest.”

“I don’t need to,” he complained.

“Your brother wants you to and so do I.”

“You haven’t a clue what I want,” Zeke growled at her. “But you will.” He grabbed her upper arms, pulling Liz off the bed.

Her mouth fell open at his lips on her throat, his hands on her ass, pushing her cunt into his cock. On instinct, she wreathed her arms across his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips as he lifted her up and into him.

The bedsprings squeaked. She pictured Jacob sitting up, prepared to join them in spite of his exhaustion.

Zeke didn’t give his brother the chance. Holding tight, he carried Liz to the wall. Her shoulders and ass pressed against its uneven surface. However, it didn’t scrape her skin as she might have expected. Nor was it warm to the touch from the inner light. It was simply a means for Zeke to keep her his prisoner, his body blocking hers from his brother.

Liz didn’t look to see what Jacob was doing, how he felt. These few moments belonged to her and Zeke.

She pressed her fingertips into his strong back and sucked his shoulder, savoring the cleanliness of his skin, drowning inhis male scent and unquenchable need of her.

There was no stopping Zeke Neekoma now. He entered her in one savage thrust, filling Liz so completely their bodies made a sharp smacking sound upon contact. The noise didn’t cause him to mellow. His actions remained primal, a male animal claiming a female as he willed, leaving his mark on her to warn away all other takers.

Liz gasped as Zeke pulled back then penetrated her repeatedly. She sensed Jacob watching, wanting to do the same with her.

Not today. Not ever again. That truth was in Zeke’s hold on her. The way he captured her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, not allowing her anything except a meek whimper. The sound a woman makes when she’s been dominated by a man…her man.

What a lovely ring that had to it. During this act, Liz allowed herself to rejoice in the thought. She would’ve been crazy to do otherwise. Zeke was magnificent. Honorable. Tender. Hot as hell. Strong. His endurance far greater than Jacob’s, his stubborn determination keeping her from orgasm.

He slowed his thrusts then quickened them, only to slow once more. He used her as no other man had, his mastery laced with warmth and devotion Liz couldn’t have resisted if she’d tried.

She never wanted this to end.

Her body said otherwise, her cunt tightening around his cock, causing even more friction between them, coaxing her closer to orgasm. The same as Zeke stroking her nub. Somehow, he’d managed to slip his free hand between their bodies.

Aw shit, she couldn’t stand it. She smacked his shoulder then pounded it with her fist to get him to stop.

He rubbed faster, harder, his actions telling her he commanded and she obeyed.

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