Page 57 of Come Fill Me

No, no, no, damn.She broke. With her hands fisted in hishair, she cried out her release, every part of her shuddering from its power.

Zeke continued for what seemed like minutes, pounding, thrusting, manipulating her clit.

Perspiration coated his shoulders. It dripped from his jawline and ran down the hollow between her breasts.

“Mine,” he whispered then thrust again and spoke through his teeth.“Mine.”

She licked his shoulder and whispered in return, “Yes, yours. Only yours.” Always. Even after she left here and killed Carreon, bringing about her own death in the process.

Assured, Zeke behaved with a bit more tenderness, nuzzling her neck, stroking her back. His gentle attention didn’t last. Liz was glad. She didn’t want it to. She wanted him to fuck her raw.

His carnal hunger returned, more unruly than it had been. With his renewed thrusts, her shoulders and ass smacked into the wall. His balls tapped her ass. She dug her nails into him. He tightened his hold. Then, on an unrefined bellow, he finally came, the noise filling the room.

Drowning out all other sounds, all other considerations.

He held on to her, saying without words that she was his now.

Liz caressed him in return, running her fingertips over his moist skin, warning herself that their time was coming to an end.

Chapter Ten

Throughout the night, Zeke held on to Liz, his body blocking her from Jacob, his arm resting on her waist, his leg draped across both of hers.

“Mine.”

Not his brother’s. Not Carreon’s. Not any other man’s. His. Zeke wouldn’t share her. He wasn’t going to bring her back either.

The men he led had argued against his plan, saying it was foolish, crazy, suicidal.

“You need to leave her to her own people,” Ike had said earlier. He was the same age as Zeke. They’d played together as kids, and as men had vowed to bring Carreon down. “What you want to do might not work.”

“Hell, it won’t work,” another of his friends said. “It’s too much of a risk.”

Zeke knew that, but it didn’t matter. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked for your help. I’ll do this alone.”

“No.” Ike grabbed Zeke’s wrist, stopping him from leaving the meeting area. “You’ll never survive.”

If he lost Liz, that was a foregone conclusion. Zeke pulled his arm back, freeing himself. His other friends stood in his way, not allowing him to leave, trying to talk some sense into him.

As they did, Zeke finally realized Jacob had slipped away to return here.

The memory of what Zeke had seen upon his arrival—Liz flushed with arousal, his brother spent from having mounted her—still rankled.

Lucky for Jacob, he was being very still and quiet now. Why?

Making certain not to wake Liz, Zeke pushed up and glanced over. No Jacob. Zeke listened, expecting to catch sounds comingfrom the bath…his brother taking a shower or using the toilet.

If anything, it was too damned quiet. Had Jacob left? When? Not to mention, why? Because he knew he’d never have another chance to be with Liz?

Hoping for that, Zeke sagged back down. The mattress wiggled a bit, though not enough to cause the springs to make any noise. His belly, on the other hand… The damn thing growled, the sound long and intrusive, telling Zeke it had to be well past morning, possibly lunch. No doubt the reason Jacob had left. He’d gotten hungry and was in the dining area eating.

It wasn’t the best place for Zeke to have a talk with his little brother. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to put off the inevitable any longer.

He lifted his arm and leg from Liz, pausing to see if she’d awaken and ask him a bunch of questions he didn’t feel like answering.

Not that, please.

She remained on her side, one hand beneath her cheek, her hair fanned across her shoulder, the ends caressing her throat as she slept.

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