Drama

ZEKE
West storms into the kitchen. Judging by the fine film of perspiration covering his toned chest and abs, he just finished his workout. My eyes are drawn to the V that disappears beneath his running shorts.
Snarling, he crosses the room in two strides and slaps his palms down on the counter. “Don’t ever fucking use me
again, Zeke.”
My eyes narrow, confusion and annoyance prickling at my skin. “The fuck?”
His lips curl back over his teeth. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.”
I stand up and mirror his stance, planting my own hands on the counter and leaning forward. “I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” My nostrils flare as I try to keep a lid on my temper. “I would never use you.”
His brow furrows. “No? So what the fuck was that last night?”
A cold wave of guilt hits me in the chest. “Last night?”
“You think I wouldn’t realize that you we

A pink flush creeps over her nose and cheeks, obscuring the tiny smattering offreckles she has there.
“Now,” I command, and she narrows her eyes, titling her chin in a show of defiance that makes my cock throb painfully.
“Fine, they’re your sheets,” she says with a sweet smile, before turning on her heel and storming into the bathroom. I’m pretty sure I hear her call me an asshole under her breath.
I take off my shirt and listen to the sound of the toilet flushing. A few moments later, Lily emerges from the bathroom, dressed exactly the same as before, in an oversized college jersey that stops at mid-thigh, but looking less bold than she did when she walked in there.
“Come here,” I order, resisting the urge to make her crawl to me—for now. “And remember that you asked for this when I’m done with you. Don’t go crying to West or Fitch.”
She glares at me, and my aching cock weeps for her. But first, I need to taste. “Take off your clothes.”
She doesn’t hesitate to peel off her jersey, letting it drop to the floor beside her feet. She’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples are already stiff peaks. I ball my hands into fists at my sides to stop myself from reaching out and squeezing the tempting buds. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her black panties, and that’s when she falters and throws another nervous glance at the white cotton sheets.
“Yes, those too, buttercup.”
Her slender throat ripples as she peels her underwear down her legs and kicks them off. Sucking on my top lip, I allow myself a moment to take in every inch of her, to appreciate her lethal curves. I’ve seen her naked, but not like this—not just for me. She has a scar on her side, under her ribs. Another on the inside of her left thigh. Did someone put them there? Did someone mark her beautiful skin on purpose? Did she let them?
She squeezes her thighs together, and her voice is a hoarse whisper. “Zeke?”
“Lie on the bed.”
She bites down on her lip, eyes full of excitement and more than a hint of fear, which only makes me harder. She’s a woman full of sharp contrasts—compliant and defiant, confident but unsure, sweet but a little dangerous too. West might have been right—maybe she is perfect.
“Don’t make me ask a second time.”
She gets on the bed and scoots back until her head touches the pillows. Her cheeks are bright pink now, and that cute blush
races down her neck and chest. So self-conscious about a little blood. I lick my lips. Soon she won’t care.
I climb onto the bed after her. Spreading her legs with my knees, I crawl between them and run my nose up her calf to her knee, then her inner thigh. Her entire body trembles with nervous energy. I inhale deeply, and my balls tighten at her scent. Liquid arousal drips out of her, and the heady mix of her cum laced with that distinctive coppery tang makes me feral. Looking up at her face, I lick my lips. Dark green eyes stare back at me, her tits heaving with each heavy breath.
I brush my thumbs along her pussy lips and spread her wide open. “You smell good enough to fucking devour whole.” I bite down on the inside of her thigh, making her whimper and moan and buck her hips.
She threads her slender fingers through my hair. “Z-Zeke.” My name shudders out of her mouth on a plea. Whether it’s to stop or keep going, I have no idea, but I suspect a little of both. I bite again, marking her this time, claiming her for my own. A sick thrill envelops me at the thought of how she’ll look at these marks later and know that I gave them to her. I could mark her forever.
I bite down harder, and she squirms. The scent of her arousal grows thicker and stronger, and I need to taste her. Her clit is perfect, swollen and slick and begging for me to take a bite. I rub the pad of my thumb over it first, gently teasing her with the slightest amount of pressure. A keening wail rips out of her chest, and her back arches off the bed. “So fucking beautiful, Lily.”
I press more firmly. She writhes, lost in the moment, her earlier embarrassment about bleeding on my sheets forgotten.
“Oh. Oh, fuck.” She rocks her hips, chasing more contact, and I give it to her in the form of my tongue running the length of her slit. She cries out, her hips almost shooting off the bed, and I hold her down with my free hand, keeping her exactly where I want her while I swirl my tongue over her supple flesh.
Her fingernails dig into my head, making my scalp tingle. I drink her in, her scent and taste flooding my nose and mouth. My tongue joins my thumb, and I work her clit with both, applying firmer pressure. Tremors wrack her body, and her thighs clamp around my head. I push one thigh back down, giving me more room to feast on her cunt.
Breathy pleas tumble from her lips as I carry her closer to the edge. I want to feel her silky heat wrapped around my length, but I’m going to make her come like this first. A quick, easy orgasm before I make her work for the rest.
Her breaths grow increasingly short and fast. Her fingernails dig into my scalp. I breathe her in and suck her sensitive clit into my mouth, flooding my senses with all things Lily. The animal-like craving already coursing through my body snaps its teeth, ravenous to have some part of me inside her right now.
I slide two fingers into her tight cunt and graze her sensitive flesh with my teeth. She screams my name, her inner walls locking my hand in place. Her head falls back and her body goes still, trapped under the spell of her orgasm. Whimpering and moaning, she covers my fingers and wrist with her juices, stained red with her period. I lap them up until the taste of her has my heart ready to gallop out of my chest. My cock throbs, desperate to claim her. Slipping my fingers out of her wet center, I push up onto my knees and settle between her thighs.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and blood streaks across my knuckles. Her eyelids flutter as her climax continues rippling through her body, but when I bracket her hips with my hands, her gaze lands on mine. “You’re an animal, Zeke.” The words leave her lips on a breathy moan. I rock my hips, coaxing every tremor from her as she comes down from her high, grinding against her soaking pussy and staining the gray fabric of my sweatpants with her blood and cum.
An animal? Not the first time I’ve been called that, but it is the first time anyone has said it the way she just did. Without judgment or revulsion. “You better fucking believe it, buttercup.”
Her body sags against the mattress. She pants for breath, her hands fisted in the sheets. Thighs trembling. Like she needs a few minutes to recover.
I’m not going to give them to her.

WEST
Zeke’s sexy-as-fuck mouth trails a path from the back of my neck down my spine, all the way to my ass. He licks down the seam, and despite the fact that I just came as hard as I ever have in my life, my cock twitches and my balls tingle.
He growls against my skin, and the sound travels straight to my dick. “You have such a hot ass, West. You should let me fuck it more often.”
“Don’t push your luck, Ezekiel.” I hear the snap of a lid opening, and then his slick finger pushes against my asshole. He sinks in to the knuckle, twisting as he inches deeper.
The burning stretch sends hot rivulets of pleasure down my thighs, and I hiss out a breath when he adds a second finger. Zeke’s lips are on my throat now, his weight on top of me while he slides his fingers in and out. “Relax. You know you can take
”
me.
Fisting my hands in the sheets, I draw deep breaths through my nose, enjoying the e

ZEKE
West storms into the kitchen. Judging by the fine film of perspiration covering his toned chest and abs, he just finished his workout. My eyes are drawn to the V that disappears beneath his running shorts.
Snarling, he crosses the room in two strides and slaps his palms down on the counter. “Don’t ever fucking use me
again, Zeke.”
My eyes narrow, confusion and annoyance prickling at my skin. “The fuck?”
His lips curl back over his teeth. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.”
I stand up and mirror his stance, planting my own hands on the counter and leaning forward. “I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” My nostrils flare as I try to keep a lid on my temper. “I would never use you.”
His brow furrows. “No? So what the fuck was that last night?”
A cold wave of guilt hits me in the chest. “Last night?”
“You think I wouldn’t realize that you were testing Lily by fucking me in front of her?” His gray eyes smolder with indignation. “To see how 

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