CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ezekiel
His left foot bounced beside the clutch.
He wanted to say something charming but didn’t believe anything he said could adequately express everything he felt, so he just drove. He hadn’t driven from one place to another so fast in his life.
He pulled up to Sierra’s place, knowing she’d be more comfortable here. She’d have home field advantage and she wouldn’t have to worry about how Chupa was doing.
Leaving his djembe in the truck, he walked her from the truck to the front door, and waited like a half-starved vampire to be asked inside.
Sierra fumbled with her keys. Zeek groaned when they fell out of her hands and she had to kneel to pick them up.
“Open the door, Si, or I will rip it off the fucking hinges,” he ground out. “Not trying to scare you, but my control is ceasing to fucking exist.”
She struggled with the locks silently. Once the door was open she pulled him over the threshold then secured each and every lock before blocking the door with her body as if barring him from escape.
“You’ve fallen right into my trap, Ezekiel Evers. Now I will feast on your soul and you will be grateful.”
He laughed. She was so weird. So unpredictable, so beautiful...
Her gaze shifted and Zeek looked behind him. Chupa was peeking around the corner, watching them from the hallway. Ezekiel felt a heaviness, a fear, remembering the way Chupa peered through the brush at him on the day her mother died. Peered at him just as she did now.
Were they going to somehow take Sierra away? Or maybe conspire to bring him to his own violent end?
“If you want a reckoning you’ll have it, but this night is mine,” he said looking down at his fists.
Sierra pushed off the door and reached for his hand, her playfulness dissolved as she guided him toward the hallway. She released his hand when she bent down to pick up Chupa, but grasped it again as they walked toward the back.
“How’d you get out of your cage, little shifter?” she whispered to the kit, kissing the top of her head.
Zeek leaned against the sill of her bedroom door as she carried Chupa back into the guest room and settled her onto the pallet instead of inside the cage.
She returned to the hall, held up a finger as he reached for her, and raced off.
“One second!” she called back to him.
She had a snack for Chupa when she returned. She proceeded to refresh the kit’s water bowl and turn on a nightlight for her before leaving the door to Chupa’s room half open.
“Now that you’re done being a mother are you ready to feast?”
Sierra reached for his hand and walked him into her bedroom. Guiding him to the foot of her bed, she sat him down on the edge. Using her knee to widen his thighs, she stepped between them and grasped his head, gently guiding it back as she leaned over and kissed him.
“Are you ready to be devoured, EZ?”
She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
Her hands slid over his shoulders and cupped each side of his neck, pressing her thumbs against his jawline, she forced his head back and pressed her breast against his mouth. He gently grazed his teeth over her nipple, dampening the material of her top.
Her breath hitched and she took a step back.
“I want to show you something,” she whispered.
She pulled off her panties, placed one knee and then the other on the bed outside his hips, balancing there before lowering her soft pussy onto his hard erection.
She looked him in the eyes as she circled her hands around his throat again and applied mild pressure as she rolled her hips. The juicy weight of her ass made his hips jerk and then buck causing the first small break in his control.
He dug his fingers into the mattress fearing he’d gouge out chunks, but she released her choke hold and untied her halter top when he was ready for her to choke him into semiconsciousness.
Instead she freed her breasts and tossed her top to the floor.
She rubbed her naked nipple over his lips.
He opened his mouth and sucked gently. A brown sugar, coconut flavor filled his mouth and he groaned with pleasure.
“It’s body glaze,” she panted. “I wore it just in case I ended up being dessert.”
He filled his hand with her breast, squeezed, sucked harder, pulled her nipple through his teeth again. She whimpered and ground harder, faster.
Zeek shifted his hands from the mattress to her ass, held on as her need became more frenzied, her soft exhalations shifted into moans, her pace increased, her moans shifted to groans, whimpers, causing the second break in his control.
He slipped his hands beneath her skirt and slid his finger around her clit, dipping into the liquid heat at her entrance.
He ground his teeth together, locking his jaw as he pulled his hand from her center and stroked her thighs.
She wanted to love on him in her way and he’d let her. He wouldn’t lose control.
Panting, Sierra pulled her nipple out of his mouth and eased off him. She was trembling.
“Take off your pants,” she ordered, but the order was desperate, more of a plea.
Standing, Zeek stripped off all his clothes. She removed her skirt and stood gloriously before him.
He took in the scars from an old surgery, the line of different flowers trailing from her breasts down to the curly hairs of her pussy on a single winding vine.
“You are so beautiful,” Sierra whispered. He believed it only because she said it.
She ran her hand over his golden-brown skin.
“I want you to lay in the center of the bed,” Sierra directed.
He climbed onto the mattress and did as he was told, watching as she crawled over him, nipples grazing his chest. Reaching down between their bodies, her hand gripped his dick, thumb flicking the head.
Her hand stroked up and down his shaft, pausing only to position herself above it.
She placed the head of his dick just inside her pussy and her free hand flattened against his chest. She balanced there, eyes closed, before sinking down, encasing him in her tight heat.
She sank all the way to the beginning of him, the farthest she could go, her inner walls gripping and releasing, throbbing.
He struggled to remain still as her hips rose up and down, churned, milking him of something more essential than his cum. He let her ride him, her head thrown back, her breasts... he couldn’t stop his hands from reaching up and squeezing. Her pace increased, a goddess taking his tribute.
“Fuck EZ, fuuu…” Her rhythm increased, hips grinding, jerking in chaotic thrusts, seeking...seeking.
She came on a strangled sob, freezing in place as her pussy squeezed and squeezed.
He gritted his teeth, panting, grunting, trying to hold on.
After that first wave hit, she regained control of her body and continued to fuck him. The sounds of warm wet pussy slapping against his flesh, the suck and pull, her second loss of control...
His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
He stopped breathing.
Back arching, Sierra fell forward, her fingers sinking into his forearms to stop herself from falling off him.
Zeek thrust upward, harder, faster, gritted his teeth, trying to hold on; trying to stay in control. His hips bucked and he held her ass to keep her seated. He came on a roar, his cum filling her; maybe burning her because she screamed as if he’d set her on fire and she came again.
He’d snapped. Gave her all his body was able to give until everything he was flowed into her.
Lowering his hips back onto the bed, she collapsed on top of him; her warm tears dripped onto his throat as he held her.
Soon she was asleep, snoring softly in his ear.
The side of his mouth lifted as he stroked her body from shoulder to ass. Burying his fingers in wild curls that had come half loose, he pressed a kiss onto her forehead.
Yes, he’d come, he’d broken, but he hadn’t lost control.