“What’s not to like? You have an amazing personality, Chelsea,” I told her, reaching for her hand. She laced her fingers with mine.
I wanted to tell her about the pack so badly, but I wasn’t sure that she was ready to hear it yet. I still needed confirmation from Brady that she was a shifter. Not that it mattered to me. I had already claimed her, and she was mine. Nothing would change that, shifter or human.
When we arrived back at my house, I helped her from the car. I had been sporting a hard-on most of the night, and every time my eyes grazed over her body, I had to adjust myself. I felt like a randy teenager. My cock was desperate to be inside her once again.
When we entered the house, I turned her to face me. Her eyes met mine, and I saw so much in them.
“You still need to call your parents,” I told her, and I saw her shoulders slump. That made me smile.
“Come on. You might as well relax first,” I said, and led her into the living room. When she was seated comfortably on the couch, she pulled out her cellphone.
“Hi, mom…Yeah, I’m back…No, it’s late. I’m just heading to bed. I wanted to call and let you guys know that I’m fine…I love you too. Goodnight.”
She hung up the call and looked over at me. I could not quite read her expression, but I knew what she was feeling.
“Hey, if there is anything that I have learned about you, it’s that you are an extremely capable adult. You were almost down that mountain when I found you, and you are a fighter. The fact that you endure this for them tells me how big your heart is. Chelsea, you are an amazing woman,” I told her sincerely. I hoped that she would believe me.
She turned towards me and lifted my hand in hers. I watched her face closely as her eyes went to our joined hands. She had something on her mind, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
“Zeke, will you make love to me?” she asked softly, then lifted her eyes to mine. I could see the vulnerability on her face. There was nothing that I wanted more than to make love to her, and the fact that she had used those specific words told me a lot.
I reached for her and slipped my arms under her legs and back. Pulling her against me, I lifted her in my arms and headed towards my bedroom. This was the one place that I needed her. She was the only one who could complete me, and she would be the only woman who I ever brought here. She was it for me.
I set her down on the bed and reached for the zipper on the back of her dress. She stood up and the dress fell to her feet. She stood in front of me in a strapless bra and matching panties, and my cock tented against the front of my pants. She was all that I needed. All that I would ever need, and she was mine.
Chapter 11
Chelsea
I stood in front of him in just my bra and panties. Zeke seemed completely overdressed for the occasion, but all in good time. I turned and faced him. There was nothing that I wanted more than to feel his skin against mine and his cock deep inside of me.
Reaching for his shoulders, I slid his jacket off and down his arms and laid it on the bed beside us. His lips kissed my forehead, and I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry, and we both know where this was going.
His hands kneaded my back, and his fingers felt like a caress on my skin. My breath hitched, and when his shirt was completely unbuttoned, I reached for the button on his slacks. He pulled my hips against his.
I could already feel his erection pushing against my belly. He was hard for me, and I let my hand skim over his length before sliding his pants down his legs. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and my eyes looked up and met his. His look was heated, and he was watching me closely.
Sliding his underwear down, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking up and down his length. His eyes never left mine and I reached my tongue out and ran it up his cock and pressed a kiss to his tip. Then I ran my tongue over him again. I heard his breath hiss out through his teeth, and I smiled, knowing that I was bringing him pleasure.
When my lips closed over his head, I slid my mouth down over his cock, drawing him deep into my throat. His hands went into my hair, and he thrust his cock up, his hands guiding me over him. His cock was huge, much larger than I had ever had before, but I let him take control as he slid in and out of my mouth.
But then, he suddenly pulled away. I looked up at him, and he reached down and lifted me from the floor.
“I want to be buried deep inside your pussy when I come,” he said,
His words had me even wetter than I had been before, and he moved me towards the bed. He pushed me down on the edge, and then he dropped to his knees beside it. He spread my legs and then his lips were on me.
I cried out as his tongue probed my most sensitive parts. Delicious heat spread through me, and my legs wrapped around his back drawing him closer. His tongue delved into my pussy, stroking me and making me whimper.
I writhed on the bed, his tongue fucking my pussy as I used my heels to pull him closer. My orgasm was close. Quicker than I had ever come before. When he moved his mouth to my clit, I screamed and cried out my release, digging my hands into the blankets on the bed.
My hips worked against his tongue as his tongue stroked me. I had never felt anything so intense, and I felt like I was falling from a precipice. The world seemed to shatter around me, and I reached a peak that I had never experienced before. No one had ever made me feel like this, and it went on and on.
Before I had even come down from the high, Zeke moved up my body and thrust his cock deep inside of me, dragging out even more pleasure from my release. My breath was ragged, but his cock was doing things inside me that I had never felt before.
With every thrust, my hips met his, seeking all the pleasure that I could find as his cock stroked my pussy walls, stretching and filling me. But then he slowed his movements. My eyes opened and met his. He had a grin on his face. The next thing I knew, he pulled out of me and reached for my hips, flipping me onto my stomach.
He raised my hips until I was up on my hands and my knees were at the edge of the bed. He was still standing on the floor beside the bed. Then he lined his cock up with my pussy and slammed into me, filling me completely.
I cried out at the intensity of it. I heard myself moan at the sensations of the new position, his cock going even deeper than it had been before. His hands went to my breasts, and he worked my body like it belonged to him.
That was just it. Inside, I felt like it did belong to him, and he could work my body however he saw fit. His cock stroked my inner walls, making me feel more than I had ever felt before. When his hand reached around to my clit, my orgasm was immediate. I gripped the pillow in my hands and smothered my screams with it, begging Zeke for more.
He pumped into me, fucking me without abandon. My cries filled the room around us, and I was lost in the pleasure that his cock rung out of me. When his finger slipped into my back entrance, I had nothing left in me to prevent it. His finger fucked my ass as his cock stroked my pussy, filling me so completely. I felt the need building inside me again.
Not one, not two, but three orgasms? That was a record! I had never felt such emotion before, and I had never had my body worked so perfectly before. Every sensation was new, and I craved more. More of Ezekiel, and more of this pleasure he was bringing me.
“More. I need more,” I said desperately, not even realizing that I had spoken out loud.
I felt a second finger slip into my ass beside the first, and my shoulders fell against the pillows. I could not hold myself up any longer. It was too much. It was too intense. It was perfect.
“Do you want my cock in your ass, Chelsea?” I heard from over my shoulder. A whimper escaped me. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but if it felt this good, I wanted more. I nodded, and that was all Zeke needed. His cock slid from my pussy, and I felt him at my back entrance.
His head slipped passed that tight ring, and I groaned at the pressure and the intrusion. I was so full. My ass was so full of him,
and it felt so good. His hands slid over my body, soothing me, as his cock pushed slowly into me.
The pressure was intense, with a twinge of pain, but the pleasure was indescribable. It felt so good. All I could think about was the pleasure. It filled every part of me, and every inch of me was filled with a pleasurable heat.
Zeke’s fingers came around me and stroked my clit. I gasped as the pleasure built inside me once more. His cock was sliding deeper into my ass, and his fingers on my clit had me clenching down on him.
“My god, Chelsea. You are so tight. I’m not going to make it much longer,” he seethed.
“Then don’t make it last longer. Fuck me, Zeke. Fuck my ass,” I hissed, wanting him to do just that.
His cock slid out and back in, as his fingers slid into my pussy. It was only moments before I exploded. Light flashed behind my eyes and I screamed as my orgasm tore through me. It felt like my body was being torn apart, but there was no pain. It was indescribably.
Zeke’s fingers dug into my hips as his cock pumped in and out of my ass, faster and faster. His hips slammed against my ass until I felt him go rigid, and he grunted as his seed filled me, coating me inside and lubricating me even more as he thrust a few more times. Then he stilled.
His hands were suddenly gentle as they roamed over my back and hips. That had been incredible. No, incredible wasn’t enough to describe it. I wasn’t capable of coherent thought. I felt him pull out of me, and then he collapsed next to me on the bed, but I was too relaxed to move. Together we both sighed as we fell against the pillows.
I had never experienced anything like that before, and I wasn’t sure what I should say. But for some reason, it seemed no words were necessary. We were both panting hard, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.
Zeke gathered me in his arms and held me tightly. I had never felt more cherished than in this moment. It had not been a lie when I told Jessica that I was falling for him, except that maybe, I already had.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered just above my ear. Of course, I had to say exactly what was on my mind.
“Us,” I replied, then I winced. Why did I always have to be so blatantly honest?
“Well, that’s what I was thinking about too,” he surprised me by saying. My arm was draped over his chest, but I pushed up so that I was looking down at him.
“Really?” I asked him in surprise, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
His hand reached up and pushed my hair behind my ear. Then he gently rested it against my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.
“Chelsea, I already know enough about you to know that I care for you. You are special. And if these two weeks are all the time that I get with you, then I’m glad we have this time together,” he said softly, and for some reason, moisture filled my eyes.
I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was his tenderness, or maybe it was the obvious affection that I could see on his face. He made me feel special. He made me feel more than I had ever felt before. He made me want more, and that scared me.
I tried to reign in my emotions, but a tear managed to slip down my cheek. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back again and Zeke was leaning over me, gently wiping away the tear.
“Chelsea, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, and then he kissed me.
It wasn’t like the kisses from earlier. It was a gentle and tender kiss. Enough to make me feel cherished and safe. It was enough to make my heart melt, and it was enough to make me realize that I would be lost without him.
When I woke the next morning, I saw that the bed beside me was empty. I reached for Zeke’s pillow and buried my face in it, breathing in his masculine scent that always seemed to ground me. We had stayed up late last night just talking. Both of us naked and limbs tangled together, we had just talked.
That was definitely something that I had never experienced before. Guys who I had dated in the past had been interested in having sex and then they were snoring a few minutes later. But Zeke was definitely not like any of the guys whom I had dated before.
When I heard the bedroom door open, I turned my head and saw Zeke walking towards the bed with two plates in his hands.
“I promised you breakfast, and I always keep my promises,” he said with that adorable grin. I smiled up at him and he sat down on the edge of the bed.
He waited for me to sit up against the headboard, and then he handed me a plate. It didn’t even bother me that the sheet had fallen down, and I was sitting with my breasts completely exposed to him. I was no longer shy with him, especially considering what we had just done last night. He knew my body inside and out.
“I’m not necessarily the best cook, but I make a decent omelet,” he said, and I grinned up at him.
“Well, I like to cook, so if you are willing to try some of my cooking, I’d be glad to cook something sometime,” I told him, and his eyebrows lifted in appreciation.
“That is definitely an offer that I would be happy to take you up on. I have a housekeeper that comes in twice a week, and she usually cooks dinner on those nights. But the rest of the days of the week I live like a bachelor,” he said with an eyeroll for dramatic effect. It made me laugh.
Looking down at the food on my plate, I realized that he had been paying attention at breakfast the previous morning at the café when I ordered my omelet. He had used all the same ingredients.
It had only been three days with Zeke, but he already had me feeling spoiled. He sat down on the edge of the bed so that he was facing me, and we both started in on our food. I had not even realized how hungry I was until I smelled the food. Greedily, I took a bite.
“Thank you. I feel like I’m constantly saying that to you, but I do mean it. This is amazing,” I told him, pointing down at my plate. He laughed.
“You must be too hungry to know any better,” he replied, and I giggled. It just came out. So, it wasn’t prime rib, but it was still good.
“What are we doing today?” I asked him, not really caring what we did as long as I got to do it with him.
“It’s a surprise,” he replied with a wink. I grinned up at him.
“I like surprises,” I told him, and he laughed again. It was a sound that I loved hearing. When we were finished eating, he took my plate and stacked it on his.
“You get dressed, and I’ll be waiting,” he said as he stood from the bed.
He walked out the door, and I walked to my backpack and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then it hit me. I had just walked across the room. There was no pain in my ankle, not even a twinge. I headed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair, then quickly dressed. When I was finished, I headed out of the bedroom to find Zeke.
I found him sitting at the dining room table with his laptop open in front of him. He was probably working, and I suddenly felt bad that I had taken him away from his work the last three days. He had been with me the whole time and his attention had been on me, so I knew he had not done any work.
He was probably getting behind, and that was my fault. I had literally fallen into his life. Like fallen down the side of a mountain. When he looked up and saw me standing in the kitchen entrance, he waved me over. Then he pushed his chair back away from the table.
When I was close enough, he reached for my hand and pulled me between his legs. Then he leaned his head against my chest and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. It felt like he was just breathing me in. My hands went into his hair. I loved to run my fingers through the silky strands.
“Zeke, do you need to work?” I asked him in a hesitant voice. “I mean, you can’t really just take two weeks off work, can you?” I added. He looked up at me with a lazy smile.
“I will have to do some work while you are here, but not today. I was just checking in to see what we have going on, but I am not needed right now. It’s the advantage of being the boss,” he explained. Then he pulled me down across his lap and nuzzled into my neck. I sighed in contentment.
> “Are you ready for another adventure?” he asked when he leaned back. I could not control my excitement and nodded, a smile spreading across my face.
“Zeke,” I said suddenly. He watched me intently and waited for me to continued. “I don’t need the crutches anymore,” I told him, knowing that this would surprise him.
His face turned serious as he studied me, and I wondered what he was thinking. Sure, I had a crazy and unnatural way of healing quickly, but I had always been this way. Honestly, I was surprised that my ankle was already healed. It had been a bad sprain and so much pain, but it was gone now.
“Let me take a look,” he said, setting me on my feet and standing from the chair.
Before I knew what had happened, I was seated in the chair and Zeke was on his knees in front of me. He lifted my foot and examined my ankle closely. Then he watched my face as his fingers probed every inch. My eyes locked with his and I didn’t so much as flinch.
He lowered my foot to the floor, but his eyes were still locked on mine. The ankle had been swollen and bruised, but bruises had always healed quickly for me. It was just the way that my body worked. The silence around us became deafening, and I felt like I needed to say something, but he spoke first.
“Do you always heal this quickly?” he asked me, and I nodded.
“Bruises usually don’t last very long. In third grade, I fractured my wrist. The doctor wanted me in a hard cast, but my parents didn’t let him. So, I left with a brace and a sling. A few days later, my parents let me take the brace off. It didn’t hurt anymore. When we went back to the orthopedist six weeks later, he said the bone had healed just fine,” I told him.
“So, your parents know that you heal quickly?” he asked me, and I nodded again. “Okay, well, I just have one more call to make. If you want to go grab some shoes, we can be on our way,” he said next, and I headed back into the bedroom.
Chapter 12
Ezekiel
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