Page 165 of Devoted

“Sam,” Zeke gasped. His head was thrown back, veins popping in his neck, but still his eyes were on me. “Sam, I’m going to come.”

“Me too.” I grabbed my shaft. “Fuck, me too.”

Zeke knocked my hand away impatiently, replacing it with his. “Yes, baby. Come all over me. I want it.”

Almost instantly, I granted Zeke’s wish. Cum jetted out of me, spraying all over his torso. Some hit his neck, his chin.

Zeke groaned, his tongue swiping out to catch some. His hips bucked once more, and he was coming. “Sam!”

Ecstasy slammed into me through the bond, making me cry out again. My cock jumped, more white shooting out. I clung to Zeke’s chest as the waves of pleasure kept crashing through me.

When they finally died down, I stared down at Zeke in disbelief. “What the fuck was that?”

Zeke gave a throaty chuckle, reaching up to thumb at my lips. “That, baby, is one of the many benefits of being mated.”

“So glad we did this,” I wheezed, collapsing on his chest. I winced, immediately regretting that decision. “Ew.”

“Shower time,” Zeke said, patting me indulgently. “Want to walk or be carried?”

I hesitated. ‘If you say be carried, he’ll judge you.’

Zeke must’ve sensed the spike in my anxiety. “Carrying it is.”

I buried my head in his neck as he lifted me off the bed without a second thought. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed my temple. “All of you, for all of always.”

37

Ezekiel

Leaving Sam to work the next morning was difficult, but he wasn’t the only one with a to-do list he could no longer ignore. There were two meetings that had to happen. Things that needed to be said and done that couldn’t wait any longer.

The first, a whole-unit meeting about Gloria, was easy to manage. All of us wanted to ensure that her next…visithappened on our terms, not hers. With only two days to go until the deadline, we needed to be ready.

Sam had filled me in on everything he could remember from the encounter which, honestly, wasn’t much. He kept fretting about a particular detail he knew was evading him, but he couldn’t remember what it was.

I was trying not to stress about it—it wasn’t like I could do anything to make him remember. If it was important, it’d come back to him.

Hopefully.

With the work the others had put into the wards overnight, and the help Harlow had supplied, there was no chance of Gloria cracking them again. She had no way of stepping even a single toe onto our property.

Which was ideal. Even on a whole other plane, Gloria was too close to my mate as far as I was concerned. I’d feel much better if we killed her.

Permanently.

Executing a high-ranking official such as Gloria wasn’t an option though, not unless we were willing to go to war with all of Heaven. As much as it left a sour taste in our mouths, we had to play the long game here.

Namely by undermining Gloria’s power where we could while building a case against her. We also needed to quietly gather others to our cause without raising any suspicions. If we were accused of raising a rebellion, all of our necks would be on the line.

Seeing as we didn’t want to remove all of them from power, just Gloria, we had to be careful. Battle was the last thing we wanted to bring to our doorstep.

Especially those of us who had mates to protect.

It wasn’t as though we had any way to contact God. She chose who she convened with and when. We just had to hope that one day soon, she would choose one of us.

Until that happened, we had to build an airtight case against Gloria. We wanted a mountain of evidence so high that there’d be no chance of her wriggling out of it. She’d talked herself out of messes before, and there was no fucking way we were letting her get away with this. Not after threatening both Nox and Sam. It was personal for all of us, but especially Micah and myself. We had to weigh up our need for revenge and justice against keeping our mates safe.

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