Page 163 of Devoted

I felt it all.

But it wasn’t from me. At least, not all of it.

“I can feel you,” I murmured in awe as the light faded away.

“Is it too much?” he whispered, anxious eyes searching my face.

“Never.” I nudged forwards so our noses brushed together. I inhaled deeply, marvelling at the feel of him. The confidence he had in us. The certainty he felt about this.

It reassured me more than any words could have. My OCD was silent. I knew it wouldn’t last long, but it would have to find another weapon to wield.

I’d never question Zeke’s love for me again.

“I love you,” I said fiercely.

“I know, baby.” He tapped my chest. “I can feel it. I’m the luckiest fucker alive. I won’t lie though, I like hearing it too.”

“Good.” My lips twisted up in a grin as I brushed them against his. “Because I like saying it.”

His lips caught mine fully and I sank into his kiss. Each touch reverberated through the bond, our lust and joy feeding into our caresses. Before long, we were tugging on each other’s shirts, needing more. More skin. More touch. More everything.

Our clothes fell alongside us on the bed, our lips parting only when completely necessary. Skin touched skin as we pressed ourselves together as tightly as possible. His erection was like hot steel against my own, our hips subtly grinding together.

It wasn’t enough. I needed more of him. Closer. I wanted him taking up all of me, claiming me.

“Wait,” Zeke suddenly gasped against my mouth. I whimpered in frustration as he pulled away, his hungry gaze making me want him right back where he’d just been. “You’re not in pain now, right?”

My arms were around his neck, one leg thrown over his waist, and not a single muscle was protesting. Huh. “No. That’s so weird. I feel completely fine.”

I felt relief-tinged pride from Zeke. “It’s my healing. It’s working.”

A thought occurred to me, and a smile spread slowly across my face. “Does that mean I’ll need less recovery time?”

Zeke’s eyes darkened as my meaning sank in, but he held himself back. “Maybe we should wait a bit. You were sore this morning.”

I wriggled until I was straddling a bemused Zeke. “I’m definitely not sore now. Angelic healing for the win.”

“Gotta take those wins.” Zeke lounged back against the pillow, one of his hands going under it, his biceps bulging deliciously. It was obvious now that he wasn’t human. He had an aura of danger and perfection that couldn’t be achieved by a mere mortal.

I wouldn’t have said he was an angel though. There was nothing saintly about how he was watching me, nothing angelicabout the emotions rippling through the bond, just pure, carnal lust. An immortal ready to claim his mate in the most physical of senses.

And Zeke thought he was the lucky one here. Hilarious. It was definitely me.

Putting my hand on one side of his head, I lowered my head to kiss him again. “I’m going to ride you until you’re screaming my name. Now how’s that for a win?”

Zeke’s laugh cut off abruptly, a scowl passing over his face. “Yes, please fuck off out of earshot. We have zero intentions of being quiet and you can keep us safe from further away.”

I winced. “I’m guessing you weren’t speaking to me.”

“No,” Zeke grumbled. “Micah was reminding me that they were still outside the door.”

“And with your hearing…” I dropped my head onto Zeke’s shoulder as the humiliating realisation sank in. “Oh fuck.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who said you were going to ride me until I scream your name.”

“True, but I’m the one who will be screaming it.” Zeke manoeuvred me until he could see my face. “And trust me, baby, that’s what’s going to happen.”

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