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Zeke obliged with a growl, hammering into me so hard my teeth rattled. “Mine. You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head as his cock caught my prostate. “All yours.”

He must’ve noted my reaction, and he shifted so he hit that spot again. Again. Again.

I let go with a wail, cum spurting all over the bed beneath me. On my stomach. Some landing on my arm.

In a few minutes, it’d be unbearable. Right now though, it was evidence of how much Zeke affected me.

How he’d made me come hands-free.

Zeke’s hips stuttered as he came. He collapsed over my back, holding his own weight just enough so he didn’t crush me. “Fucking hell, Sam. Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” I wheezed. “Sex this good might encourage me to go to the gym to improve my cardio.”

Zeke chuckled against my neck. “You make me laugh. Now, how about I carry us to the shower so I can get you all cleaned up?”

If I hadn’t already fallen for him, that would’ve been the moment it happened. He’d given me exactly what I’d asked for, and was now accommodating my needs without making me feel weird about it. “I love that idea almost as much as I love you.”

The rest of the day passed with more questions, sex, and unfortunately, work.

Unlike past boyfriends, Zeke didn’t seem to mind me having to pause to answer messages. Nor did he complain when, later that evening, I opened my laptop to make some graphics and schedule a newsletter.

He simply sat and kept me company.

I’d told him he didn’t need to stay with me, but he’d just flatly stared at me until I gave up. I think he knew I didn’t mean it.

Secretly, I was glad he knew. I didn’t want to be apart from him any more than he did me.

We didn’t leave the room, Rami once again bringing food to our door. My brain tried to make me feel bad, but the memory of what had happened in the gym was too fresh. The endless fury in Nate’s eyes. The ease with which he’d snapped Zeke’s neck.

I wasn’t ready to face him yet. Zeke had reassured me repeatedly that this was part of normal life here. That he’d not had time to feel any pain. That Nate hadn’t intended him any harm.

None of that stopped me replaying it. I wasn’t ready to let go of it yet.

There was one question I hadn’t asked. Zeke had brought the subject up a few times, giving me plenty of openings, yet I found myself holding it back.

How and when do we become mates?

Such simple words, but they hid the complex nature of the fears consuming me.

Would I live here permanently? Would the rest of his unit truly be okay with that? Would I feel safe and comfortable living here, given what had happened?

There was one fear bigger than all the others. One thing that had me terrified about bonding with Zeke.

What if he grows tired of me?

It was insulting to him, thinking that. He’d been nothing but considerate and caring since the first time we’d spoken, but it wasn’t as simple as that.

‘It’s not an insult when it’s going to happen.’

And that right there was why I couldn’t ask the question. Rationally, I knew Zeke was in it for the long haul.

That meant fuck all to my OCD.

Thanks to context clues, I knew we weren’t bonded yet. That, while we were fated mates, there was more that needed to be done to make it official.

Fated mates.Maybe Zeke being mine was compensation for the bullshit my brain made me put up with on a daily basis.

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