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Zeke had enjoyed their pliant mouths, ripe bodies, heated channels. He’d treated them with kindness but never passion like this. It burned within him for a woman he shouldn’t desire, but couldn’t seem to resist. Didn’t want to.

With the tip of his tongue, he touched her clit at last, delighting in its flavor, rigidity and the small hood above it.

Liz grunted. She wiggled her body as best she could, her agitation telling him she had to have more.

Zeke wasn’t about to deny her or himself. He fastened his mouth on her cunt, suckling and licking her nub while his fingers stretched her sheath, preparing it for his cock. Before dawn arrived, she’d know it better than she could have imagined. He’d make Liz forget her people, everything that had happened before this night. When he was finished with her, she wouldn’t want to go back.

He couldn’t let her.

His gut twisted, snatching his breath at the decision he’d already made. The only one he could. If she returned, Carreon would use her gift to heal his lieutenants and return them to battle so they could annihilate Zeke’s people. How could he allow that? How could he live with the knowledge of Carreon mounting Liz at his leisure, taking everything from her with the empty promise that her obedience would buy her father’s safety? Not forever, but for a little while. Then he’d kill her just as Zeke’s visions had shown.

Uh-uh. No damn way. He couldn’t allow anyone to harm Liz. She’d fight him, of course, arguing against him keeping her here, realizing finally that she had no say in the matter. In this stronghold, he ruled. She might end up hating him, perhaps betraying—

Don’t.

A hopeless future wasn’t what Zeke intended to think about now. He wasn’t going to ruin this time with worry. There had to be a way to make this right, to keep both of them happy. For now, though, he had a woman to satisfy. His woman.

Claiming her with his heart and actions, Zeke teased her clit with his tongue, his movements so quick and intense they caught her off guard. Liz stiffened, then relaxed only to tense once more, signaling her coming orgasm.

It broke within seconds, her body shuddering with its impact, strengthening their connection.

 

She’d yielded too readily to Zeke, guessing she was no different from all the women he’d known. Only a remarkable female, or an insane one, would have been able to resist his male appeal. He was so freaking masculine, from his scent to the strength and heat of his body. Having him use her, having both Neekoma brothers take what they willed, was unlike anything Liz had predicted. They both dominated, but Zeke also cherished, desiring her in a way Carreon never had. With him, sex had always been about power and eventually humiliation and pain, not mutual satisfaction.

On her next wanton cry, Jacob deepened his kiss, ensuring her silence.

Fuck that. She made a particularly base sound, determined to push his buttons, see what he would do.

Jacob’s lips moved against hers in what felt like a smile. He certainly wasn’t timid as he fondled her breasts, squeezing each, then pulling on her nipples.

If he thought giving in to his basest desires was going to tame her, he was dead wrong. As long as she felt treasured, Liz liked her sex uncivilized.

Zeke knew. He thumbed her clit harder than before. New sensations coursed through Liz, threatening to overwhelm. It didn’t seem to be enough for Zeke. To make certain he aroused her fully, he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt, mimicking an impassioned screw.

A swarm of feelings rose so fast, they caught Liz by surprise. She tried to close her legs, unable to endure another climax, with this one promising to be more forceful than the last. Jacob wouldn’t allow it. He pushed his calves against her thighs, demanding she remain exposed.

To hell with that.
She twisted her wrists within his hand.

He held them more firmly, not enough to leave bruises, but there wasn’t any way Liz could get free. With lazy strokes, Jacob explored her breasts, his palm rubbing her nipples, his hand then dipping to her navel, her bush, her clit.

Oh God no. Together, he and Zeke teased her tiny nub. The top of Liz’s head tingled. Her cunt ached for release. She came again, this orgasm shattering through her. Tearing her mouth from Jacob’s, Liz struggled to breathe.

On a gasp, she begged, “Stop, please.”

Zeke didn’t miss a beat, continuing to use her body, his actions saying he, not she, called the shots. Jacob was no different, suckling her throat, abandoning her clit so he could play with her nipples as though they were his newest toys.

Liz whined, “Dammit, stop.”

“Why?” Zeke asked. “I’m fine. Great, in fact. How about you, Jacob? Are you getting tired?”

His brother plucked at the tip of her left nipple. “Nope. Not even close.”

Bastards. She tried to frown and couldn’t quite manage it.

Zeke straightened but didn’t stop rubbing her clit. Liz’s legs jerked with the residual feelings he generated. With his face close to hers, he murmured, “Is that a smile I see?”

Maybe.

Jacob leaned to the side so he could see her face. “I think it is.”

Liz liked his teasing too, though she wasn’t about to let on. “You’re wrong.”

“Then we’ll have to do something about that.” Zeke removed his fingers from her cunt. “On your hands and knees.”

Jacob released his hold on her and moved to the side so she could follow his brother’s directive.

Liz didn’t, not just yet. She lifted her chin, challenging Zeke’s command.

Rather than argue, he left the bed, shaking the mattress with his departure. For one awful moment, Liz feared he’d walk out the door without a backward glance, leaving her to wonder if he’d come back.

“She doesn’t follow orders very well, does she?” Jacob asked.

Liz ignored him, keeping her attention on Zeke.

He seemed to enjoy that. She saw a flash of deepening interest cross his face and had to wonder what was going through his mind. Was he thinking how he might make her docile? Uh-uh. Somehow, Liz knew Zeke wouldn’t enjoy that type of woman.

She waited for his next command, which she might or might not follow, wanting to continue this game until both of them won.

Zeke allowed the silence to lengthen, with it becoming more intriguing than uncomfortable. And then he stepped back toward the door, renewing her earlier concern that he’d take off. Heat stung her skin. Just as quickly, more uncertainty caused it to go cold. Did he want her to acquiesce? Was he tired of playing? Whether he was or not, Liz wasn’t about to let him leave. All they had was tonight.

Not that she could tell him that or how much she craved him. Whatever road they were going down wasn’t going to last. Torn, she struggled for something to say.

Zeke beat her to it. “No, she doesn’t obey very well,” he said in answer to Jacob’s question. “But she will.” He released the metal button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper, its rasp sounding loud. The denim fell away from his body, revealing the edge of his pubic hair, the promise of his balls and cock.

With one shove, he had the jeans past his knees, the garment falling at his feet, his shaft bouncing out, already erect. Stepping out of the jeans, he cradled his rod, running his thumb over the mouthwatering head. Pre-come gleamed within the tiny slit at the top.

“You do what I say,” he warned, “or you don’t get this.”

He stood before her as a marauder would from ancient times. A man who suffered no disobedience from his woman, who bent her to his will and kept her beneath his body at night, a prisoner to his lust.

With each new wave of warmth that battered her, Liz knew she was blushing badly, though not from embarrassment. Everything that made her female responded to Zeke’s nudity, the effortless power he exuded, the kindness she recognized beneath his intimidating exterior.

Like a good girl who’s not about to push her man too far, Liz went to her hands and knees, facing Zeke, unwilling to let him out of her sight for a minute.

He watched her breasts sway with her movements. He studied her expression, no doubt wanting to read her thoughts. How much she hungered for him.

Jacob didn’t seem to notice the dynamics going on between them. If he did, he pretended not to care. The bedsprings squealed as he moved behind her.

“No,” Zeke said, more a reprimand than an order.

Jacob went still, then huffed. “No?”

Zeke approached the bed, tension evident in his powerful body and each of his steps. “I mount her first.”

“And why is that?” Jacob asked.

Sensing a fight coming on, Liz answered, “Because I’m going to suck your balls and cock while your brother’s inside me, preparing me for your use.”

Zeke studied her, his expression unreadable, and then he spoke to Jacob. “Would you deny the lady?”

“Please don’t,” Liz said, glancing at him.

Jacob’s irritation hung on for a moment, then drained away. He left the bed but remained at its side, his knees touching the mattress. “Turn around and face me,” he ordered her.

She obeyed, wanting what he did. He was so beautiful and yet so unsure, having to live in his brother’s shadow. Always Zeke would be the oldest, the most commanding, the one his people and women looked up to.

So why was he behaving so oddly? He almost seemed jealous of Jacob’s interest in her…as though Zeke didn’t want to share. At least not on an emotional level. He seemed fine as long as she was healing his brother, but beyond that…

Zeke joined her on the bed, jiggling it with his weight. He made no move to be delicate or to hide his impatience for this to begin.

“I want your ass higher.” He pressed his palm on her waist, directing Liz to obey, to please him and no one else. “Spread your legs more.”

She did her best, her attention compromised by Jacob’s demand that she also tend to him. He’d edged closer, his heavy sex near her face, its scent a mingling of soap and pure male. With one hand, he cupped her chin so she couldn’t deny him. With the other, he lifted his cock.

Zeke was of the same mind as his brother. While Jacob drew his crown across Liz’s mouth, teasing her with its velvety warmth, Zeke was doing the same with his rod, running the tip of it from her cunt to her anus as though he wasn’t quite certain which opening to use first.

A coarse moan tore from her.

Jacob used it to his benefit, slipping the head of his cock between her lips. Sounds poured from him, one men make when they’re on their way to contentment. He tasted exactly as she’d imagined…of clean skin with a hint of salt. His plump knob was silkier than chocolate, more inviting than that treat on her tongue. Greedily, Liz sucked him inside, enjoying his halting moans, wanting to hear him shout in delight.

Zeke must have guessed her intent, because he took just that moment to enter her sheath, burying himself to the root with one dominant thrust. Liz’s back arched. She dug her fingers into the blanket. Zeke let out a loud sigh, proud as hell. His balls tapped her cunt.

Not to be outdone, Jacob cupped her head and moved closer, demanding she take all of him inside.

With her pussy filled by Zeke’s cock, Liz labored to concentrate on Jacob’s. Inch by inch, she guided him deeper, opening her throat, knowing he wouldn’t be content until her lips touched his dark curls.

Perspiration trickled down her temple and the back of her neck, her hair sticking to it.

Zeke eased out of her a bit and reached down, his fingers searching for and finding her nub.

At his first stroke, she inhaled sharply. With his second, she shuddered at the delicious pleasure, enhanced by having Jacob’s full length inside of her, his bush tickling her nose. Mirroring Zeke, he worked his cock within her.

They operated as competitors, their thrusts measured against each other’s, their goal the same, to drive her fucking wild with need. Not wanting this to end, fearful of what the morning would bring, Liz steeled herself against the plunging of Zeke’s cock, his fingers massaging her clit.

With Jacob, she released his shaft.

“Hey,” he complained.

Liz slapped his hand away from his cock. Moving it to the side, she exposed his sac, lapping his right testicle, easing it into her mouth.

He didn’t say “hey” again. The man was having difficulty breathing, much less speaking.

Pleased, she licked the rough hairs on this ball, exploring its contours with her tongue.

From behind, Zeke made a guttural noise that told her he wasn’t pleased. He demanded that she notice him to the exclusion of everyone else. Compliant, Liz squeezed her cunt around his cock, timing her movements so they coincided with his deep thrusts.

He huffed as Jacob had earlier, his fingers pausing on her clit, forgetting to rub it.

Liz used his distraction to release Jacob’s testicle and take the other one into her mouth, enjoying her command of two virile men.

Zeke was the first to regain his senses, tending to her nub with one hand while his other concentrated on exploring her anus. His wonderfully decadent move brought her to a screeching halt, her mouth sagging open.

Jacob’s testicle rolled out. With it freed, he was the next to regain control of her. He brought his cock back to her mouth, sliding its full length inside, pumping it in and out, expecting relief. Zeke was no different, his body tapping against hers at an increased pace, signaling his approaching orgasm.

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