“Make love to me,” Liz answered. “Get as deep inside of me as you can. Return to me what I gave to you.”
Surprise and naked desire registered on Jacob’s face, followed quickly by apprehension. He regarded his brother as though he expected an argument from him because Liz had guessed wrong and there would be another fight over her.
Zeke spoke softly. “I don’t know what else to do. Liz needs your help.”
She could see that Zeke believed as much. Never had he appeared as torn. He didn’t want to share her. She’d known that shortly after she’d healed Jacob. However, Zeke was willing to do this to make certain no harm came to her. That if she continued to challenge him and saved anyone, she wouldn’t risk her life.
Jacob looked more uncertain than Liz felt. “You’re sure about this? What you’re asking me to do.”
Zeke nodded.
“What about you?” Jacob asked Liz. Doubt made him even more hesitant. Gone was the cocky warrior who’d demanded she pleasure him, who’d played at sex and love. He was a man who didn’t know where he belonged, what place he had in her life—if he had any at all.
“I know you don’t love me,” he said, filling the growing silence before she could. “Just seeing how you look at Zeke tells me what you feel for him. That’s okay. Nothing I can do about it.” He looked past her as though it pained him to have admitted that and to meet her gaze. “But do you at least like me a little? It doesn’t have to be a lot. I’m not expecting or even hoping for that. Just a—”
“Jacob.” She’d spoken his name gently so he’d stop. She ached for him, her sympathy mixed with tenderness she’d never be able to deny. Leaving Zeke’s side, she went to Jacob and cupped his face in her hands so he had to look at her.
Longing and despair shone in his eyes.
He swallowed. “You’re sure?”
“I’ll prove it to you if you let me.”
Jacob glanced past her at Zeke. All the previous times Jacob had wanted her, Zeke had made certain to stand in his brother’s way.
Not now. HeZeke joined them, sandwiching her body between his and Jacob’s.
Liz’s belly fluttered at their size and scents, the warmth radiating from their skin.
Zeke pressed his cheek to hers and spoke loud enough so his brother could hear. “Take off your clothes. Now.” Straightening, he said, “Unless you want Jacob and me to do it for you. We will, won’t we?” he asked his brother.
Jacob nodded. “Sure. I’m game.”
Liz suppressed a smile. “I’m capable of undressing.”
“Then show us,” Zeke said. He stepped back. So did Jacob. Both brothers crossed their arms over their chests, waiting for her to disrobe.
At the moment, all Liz could do was regard them…her men. Both tall and rough in a good, protective way, their long hair giving them a slightly uncivilized appearance, which added to their masculine appeal. Her body weakened at the thought of their hands and mouths on her, their powerful bodies pressed close, their heat and strength, their cocks in each of her openings, not only thrilling her, but returning what she’d once given to them.
The room seemed to sway with the promise of both men taking her again. Heat rose to Liz’s chest and cheeks, making the room’s mild temperature seem too hot suddenly, her clothing restrictive.
With all of her attention on them, Liz toed off her moccasins. Jacob regarded her naked feet. Zeke, her expression. Liz didn’t try to hide her love or that she’d be his for as long as they both lived. Giving him a smile that belonged to him alone, she pulled off her tee and tossed it aside.
The garment hit Jacob’s leg. He didn’t appear to notice. He stared at her bra.
Zeke’s breathing picked up. He tightened his arms as though he needed to control himself. His muscular biceps flexed. Liz nearly moaned at how commanding he was…and so damn beautiful. She lowered her bra straps, taking her time, making him want her as no man ever had.
Except for Jacob. He regarded her bra with such fascination and longing it seemed he’d never seen one before.
Giving him a show, Zeke too, Liz undid the clasp. The lingerie slipped off her arms, baring her breasts. The room’s tepid air did nothing to tighten her nipples. The attention her men provided did the trick. Her areolas puckered. The tips grew hard. She tossed her bra.
It hit Zeke’s belly.
He grinned. So did she.
All that remained were her jeans and panties. Liz made quicker work of the button and fly than she’d originally intended. Haste seemed prudent now so she might know their fevered touch, the wonder of their bodies, both brothers taking whatever they demanded, expecting her to yield to them.
Her cleft grew damp at the thought of being used so well, so relentlessly.
She pushed her panties and jeans over her hips, past her knees, to her ankles.
Zeke reacted first. He went behind her, one hand holding both of her wrists, his other moving over her breasts. Liz rested her head on his shoulder, exposing her throat. Zeke kissed her there, then suckled. The sweep of his tongue registered throughout her body. Weakened by the delicious sensations, Liz released her weight into him and emptied her lungs on a breathy sigh.
Zeke tightened his grip, letting her know he wouldn’t release her for a very long time. Certainly not until all three of them were sated…and some of her healing gift had returned.
Jacob went to his knees at her feet. He ran his hands down the insides of her naked thighs. Liz trembled, liking that. However, she wanted far more. His face to her pussy, his mouth on her slit.
He remained where he was and guided her to lift her feet from her jeans and panties. Once he’d pushed the garments aside, he murmured, “Spread your legs.”
Liz did so immediately. Her sex felt hot and achy, needy of a man’s touch.
To make certain she kept herself open to them, Zeke slid his right foot inside of hers, then did the same with his left. Naked and opened to the Neekoma brothers, Liz waited for their next move.
Again, Zeke acted first. He ran the tip of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure tore through her. Jacob interrupted it, his mouth on her cunt, his tongue stroking her clit.
The sensations were needed yet overwhelming, nearly more than Liz could bear as Jacob slipped two fingers inside her sheath. Held captive by his touch and Zeke’s, she had no choice except to submit. Neither man would allow her freedom.
While Jacob tongued her clit and worked his fingers in and out of her as he would his cock, Zeke again kissed the side of neck and ran his roughened palm over her breasts. The friction of his touch and Jacob’s emphasized how helpless she was against their carnal hunger and strength—how they demanded that she submit. Just as their male ancestors had most likely behaved with their women, tolerating no disobedience. They ruled. The females surrendered, especially those they’d taken captive from enemy camps.
A wanton and delicious thought that sent her over the edge.
Liz’s orgasm came too quickly, tearing through her. She moaned loudly—lewdly, she thought—then slumped against Zeke, whimpering at him suckling her shoulder and squeezing her breasts. Jacob hadn’t stopped licking her nub. That part of her was still hypersensitive thanks to her climax. Liz needed him to stop.
He didn’t. He ran his free hand down the furrow beneath her cheeks, his fingers circling her anus.
She shivered at the intensity of that contact and endured, giving herself fully to him, because she wanted to.
He concentrated on both of her openings even as Zeke resumed suckling her throat and playing with her nipples. How long they used her, Liz wasn’t certain. Time seemed to have stopped, the seconds and minutes replaced by a lick, a stroke, a wanting sigh.
