Come Fill Me (The Prophecy) (17 page)

Jacob pulled his hands from behind his head and went to his elbows. “What?”

His brusque challenge didn’t faze Zeke. He continued to study her. “I don’t want you washing me. I like your scent on my body.”

He spoke with such honesty and helpless desire it took all of Liz’s will not to invite him into her arms. She had Jacob to tend to, a promise to keep that he could burrow within her, taking what he wanted this night.

Turning, she placed her hand on Jacob’s belly, tracing his scars with her fingertips. “Lie back,” she murmured. “Relax.”

He grunted on his way down to the floor, watching his brother the entire time.

To get Jacob to focus on her, Liz turned her back to him, straddling his lean hips, her cunt near his face, his stiffened cock inches below her lips.

He grabbed her ass, his thumbs digging into her cheeks.

“You’re sure you want me to wash you?” she asked.

“What? Huh?” He pulled her down to get at her cleft.

She resisted, not yet wanting him to lick it. “Guess not. How’s this?”

His legs stiffened, and he groaned at her bathing his cock with her tongue. She swirled it around the head, paying particular attention to the uneven skin at the back of his crown.

Jacob brought up his legs so fast his thighs bumped her shoulders. Using the heels of his feet for leverage, he lifted his hips to drive his cock into her mouth.

Poor baby. He didn’t yet realize the advantage she had and intended to use. With his shaft in her palm, Liz guided him into her mouth a little at a time, delaying the inevitable climax. No different from when he’d been fucking around with her release.

“Dammit,” he growled. “Take me faster. Deeper. All the fucking way.”

Liz slowed even more, letting the bit of him she’d just taken inside slip right back out.

Jacob swore, his oaths louder than the new music that played. Beyonce’s
Best Thing I Never Had.

Liz grinned at his choice in music. Not badass gangsta rap, as she would have expected, but female vocalists. A kid, Zeke had called him. To prove otherwise, to make him feel cherished and desired during this act, Liz did what he’d demanded, taking his cock fully, the head slipping to the back of her throat.

The way he sucked in a breath said she’d succeeded in pleasing him. She slid his cock out, then back in again, pursing her lips around the shaft, flicking her tongue on the most sensitive part of the head.

He roared in satisfaction. However, his reaction didn’t keep him docile beneath her, willing to accept whatever she chose. With his hands clamped on her hips, he pulled her down, giving Liz no chance to resist as he licked the length of her slit.

Her toes curled and her shoulders jerked up. Hell no. Not again. She wasn’t ready for another prolonged journey to orgasm. Her poor little nub was still recovering from her last climax. Frantic to regain control of the act, Liz cupped his balls, working them in her palm.

Jacob’s tongue stalled on her pussy.

Before he could pull himself together, she fondled his sac and moved her mouth up and down his rod.

He groaned and shivered. Pre-come spilled from the tiny slit in his crown, tasting delicious on her tongue. He was almost there. Hers to command.

Without warning, Liz released his balls and cock.

Jacob stiffened, then shouted, “Don’t fucking stop!”

Far calmer than he, she murmured, “I’m not.” As gracefully as she could, Liz lifted her leg and turned to face him. Jacob’s hair streamed away from his head on a flow of water she couldn’t see. His biceps bulged, the snake tattoo on the left one seeming to move with each flex of his muscles. He looked in serious carnal pain that Liz wanted to relieve. She straddled him again, her curls touching his, his cock resting on his belly, the head pointing at his frustrated frown.

Liz stroked his abs. “Relax. You’ll give yourself a stroke.”

From behind, Zeke made a noise that sounded as if he was trying hard not to laugh.

“You—quiet,” Jacob ordered his brother. “You,” he said to her. “Take me inside right—holy shit.”

“Way ahead of you,” Liz purred, guiding him within her opening, her sheath sinking over his firm length.

Their bodies touched. She exhaled at being so filled, her opening stretched by him as she’d pledged. Not that it meant she was through. She hadn’t even begun. Lowering her torso to his, Liz bit his bottom lip, a playful move that caused no pain.

Jacob smiled.

She licked the seam of his lips, tracing his grin, then tilted her face so she could fasten her mouth on his, pouring her healing breath into him, delivering her tongue.

He accepted both without question, flexing his cock within her cunt as they necked. Liz guided him, keeping their kiss tender and slow to test each other’s reaction. Jacob soon tired of that, his desire torrid rather than sentimental.

In that, he was different from Zeke and didn’t even realize it.

Rather than show him what a little romancing could do, Liz followed his lead, their kiss turning desperate and noisy. Water dripped from her hair to his. More rolled down her spine, slipping from the furrow between her cheeks to her anus. Deliberately, Liz kept her ass as high as she could, as inviting as she could make it to Zeke.

He didn’t ignore the temptation.

Dropping to his knees, he gripped her ass, his fingers separating her cheeks, his thumbs exploring her tightest opening.

Her tongue stalled in Jacob’s mouth. He pushed it out, filling her with his tongue instead. Liz suckled him, aroused by his kiss, thrilled at Zeke stroking her anus with full intent to use it.

At that moment, everything except the Neekoma brothers faded into the background. She no longer heard the water dripping from their bodies or Beyonce’s strong, sexy voice. Liz became a creature of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the scent of both men, their powerful bodies and ruthless wills to have her.

Zeke nudged her anus with the tip of his cock, prepared to enter. The lack of lubrication didn’t bother Liz. Carreon’s lieutenants had never used it, nor had he. From the beginning of their relationship, even when Carreon had fooled her into believing he cared, he’d still demanded she experience a man’s body without anything coming between his flesh and hers.

Her ex-lover had prepared her well for this moment, and now that it was here, she didn’t want to wait a second more for the pleasure to play out.

Lifting her ass as much as she could, Liz presented it to Zeke.

He placed his fingers on either side of her opening, pulling it apart, directing his crown inside. He wasn’t brutal or too gentle. He was a man who knew what he wanted and how to satisfy a woman. It took him little time to tunnel within her, her passage stretched to accommodate his size, their bodies kissing, his balls swinging into her cunt.

With each of her openings filled, Liz went with the program, wanting the men to do most of the work.

They didn’t disappoint, though Jacob continued to compete. Trying to best the steady rhythm of Zeke’s thrusts, he made his own slow, then fast, then slow once more. The effect was surprising, arousing Liz quicker than she would have guessed. Even with Jacob’s tongue still in her mouth, her panting was loud, filling the space. Zeke slipped his arm around her leg, touching her clit, rubbing it.

Mother freaking crap. She was way past panting now. Choking back a moan, Liz pulled her mouth from Jacob’s.

He looked closer to the edge than she felt, his face red from lack of air or what her pussy was doing to him.

He pumped his cock into her cunt with stunning determination. Zeke did the same in her anus even as he massaged her nub, making her whimper. Their scents and hers mingled, smelling of naked flesh, sex, way better than the soap’s citrusy fragrance.

Liz gulped the misty air. She tried to hold off and failed, lifting her chin to the ceiling as she released a husky moan, signaling her climax.

Zeke thrust several more times before allowing his own orgasm. Jacob tried to outdo his brother but succumbed at approximately the same time. They all gasped and groaned. The music continued to play. The water misted. Zeke pulled out of her and sank to the floor. Liz sagged over Jacob’s leg, her pussy releasing him.

After her prolonged celibacy, each of her openings stung from so much use. She relished the slight pain, knowing she wouldn’t be experiencing it for much longer…not even with Zeke.

A melancholy moan bubbled in the base of her throat. Liz curled into a fetal position in a foolish attempt to stop it and to protect her heart.

Jacob rolled in her direction.

Zeke got to her first, pulling Liz into his embrace. He kissed her deep and slow, widening the divide between him and his brother.

Chapter Eight

Carreon stood at the edge of the back porch, his crisp white shirt fluttering in the desert breeze. The fabric smelled of starch. The morning air of damp earth and lavish vegetation that surrounded his stronghold.

Beyond it, arid landscape stretched for miles, dotted with boulders and stunted Joshua trees that looked thirsty for water. The sun took away that hope, dominating a sky empty of clouds. Large black birds coasted on air currents, their wings outstretched, their cries intrusive and unwelcome.

His frustration continued to build, and his lieutenants knew. Two stood on either side of him. None dared to make any unnecessary noise as they scoured the area with high-power binoculars, searching for anything that approached.

Three days had passed since the battle and Zeke’s escape…or rather his seeming disappearance with Liz into miles of desert.

The man on Carreon’s left stepped forward suddenly, his binoculars trained on something. The other men turned in the same direction. Carreon squinted, trying to see what they did, his body going rigid with expectation and a spike of fear. Had Zeke returned with his men? In daylight? Was he that insane or determined to have his revenge? Killing his daughter and woman hadn’t cowed Zeke as it had done others who’d defied Carreon. If anything, it had unleashed Zeke’s rage.

Carreon rocked on his heels, prepared to run back into the stronghold, the shelter of his safe room.

One of his lieutenants blew out a sigh.

Carreon stared at the man, then looked past, finally recognizing what approached. Nothing more than a dust devil. It rose for a moment, gaining altitude, then spun itself out, the sparse vegetation wiggling in its wake, leaving the ground pristine, unmarked by human tracks.

He swallowed in relief, then frowned at the trouble Zeke continued to cause him. The prick should have been his prisoner by now, all of his men dead. But no, they’d proved as difficult to kill as roaches. As impossible to find. They were hiding underground, Carreon was certain of it, and yet his lieutenants had yet to locate any tunnels.

He’d worked them day and night, not allowing rest or food. All the fools had managed to accomplish was restoring the stronghold’s security system and upgrading it to ward off another attack. How Zeke’s men had managed to disable the alarm and cameras, Carreon had no idea. But the bastard now knew where the main stronghold was. He’d taken Liz, leaving Carreon with the problem of her father.

Dr. Munez sat on one of the wooden benches protected from the sun, the steady breeze ruffling his thick hair, shirt and pants. He was alert, but not entirely cooperative, failing to heal the two men who’d managed to survive. At least in the way Carreon wanted. Oscar and Anthony were seated on a bench next to the doctor’s, still wearing their bloodstained clothes, their expressions blank, limbs listless, their brains not functioning to capacity.

From the moment Munez had seen them, he’d claimed they were too far gone for him to help and refused to lay his hands on either man. “There’s nothing I or anyone else can do for them,” he’d said.

“Bullshit,” Carreon had countered. “You’re a healer, so fucking heal them until they’re back to the way they once were, or my men won’t rescue your daughter. We’ll let Neekoma do whatever he wants with her.”

The older man refused to believe that Zeke had abducted Liz. Carreon dragged the fool through every room of the stronghold, showing him the clothing she’d left, proving he wasn’t hiding her anywhere. When Munez still wouldn’t accept the truth, one of Carreon’s men called her practice. The doctor listened as the lieutenant asked for Liz. Her staff told him she hadn’t shown up as usual, hadn’t called, they didn’t know where she was.

“I do,” Carreon told her father. “But I need all of my men to rescue her. If you want your daughter back, you’re going to call her practice and tell her people that she’s with you, visiting a sick relative or whatever the fuck they’ll believe so they don’t call the authorities and report her missing. And then you’re going to heal my people.”

Reluctantly, Munez had followed his commands, at last laying his hands on Anthony and Oscar. He’d kept them from death while leaving them as they were now—useless as corpses to him.

Approaching the doctor, Carreon gestured to the two men. “Surely, there’s something else you can do for them.”

Munez regarded the panoramic stretch of land rather than his captor. “I’ve already told you, the damage to their brains was too extensive because of their wounds.”