Page 38 of Fear the Fall
My eyes shoot to Zeke’s. I hope he can read my mind. What the actual hell. Humans working with witches? It appears the demons aren’t the only ones sidling up to the covens.
“Did you organize this pact for them?” I direct my question toward Zeke. He grins in reply. “Did you discuss the current demon situation?”
“He did,” Chad pipes up. “We’re ready to train.”
“You do realize that a hellhound was recently spotted,” I press, wanting to gauge just how much Zeke has told them.
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls.
“And you understand that means Lucifer is on Earth?”
He nods. “We’re prepared to die if it means saving the human race.”
I huff, unconvinced that these men truly grasp the severity of Chad’s declaration. Either way, it’s their decision.
“Fine. Let’s train,” I say, walking back toward the barn with six humans lagging behind, none of which are Blaine and his crew.
“Who are these people?” I ask, as Zeke steps next to me. “Where’s Blaine?”
“They’re Savannah hunters. I met them last year. Blaine will be here. He needed some time to process everything.”
I roll my eyes. “He’s a pain in the ass.”
Zeke chuckles. “That he can be.”
We pair off, Zeke and I taking the lead. For over an hour, we practice fighting techniques, hand-to-hand combat and a cross between Muay Thai and judo.
I have to admit that the stamina and overall aptitude of the men is refreshing. A part of me had been convinced that they’d fall short, but Zeke was right. These men are skilled fighters.
Zeke and I are in a fighting sequence when he leans in and quietly says, “Are you going to admit I was right all along?”
My mouth forms a thin line, and I kick, trying to take out his feet. I miss, growling in frustration. I’m still miffed with Zeke, and his cocky attitude isn’t helping. Based on his grin, he knows he’s getting to me. I’m itching to wipe it off his face.
He takes advantage of my irritation and strikes back with his own kick. I fall heavily to my knees. My fists slam against the mat, anger rising at the fact that I was so distracted that I allowed him to take me down.
I spring to my feet, and we circle each other in crouched positions. My black tank top hugs my curves and showcases the swell of my breasts. I press my arms to my sides, forcing my cleavage to pop. Zeke doesn’t miss the protruding globes, and it’s my turn to smirk, because he’s officially distracted. He may be angelic, but not even that makes him immune to my female wiles.
I lunge forward, grabbing him by the neck and flipping over his body to bring him onto his back. I throw my legs over his chest so that I’m straddling him.
“How do you like that your human soldiers get to see you taken down by a girl?”
He leans up until our lips are just barely touching. “You’re far from a simple girl, Tori,” he says, nipping my bottom lip. “They’ve been warned not to underestimate you.”
I smirk, but it doesn’t last long. Zeke uses his weight to throw me off balance and onto my back, reversing positions with me.
“Have I told you how much I like having you underneath me?” he growls.
My frustration from earlier disappears, and suddenly a red-hot need sears me. I want him inside me.
“Head back to the hotel,” he orders the men. “I’ll see you tonight.”
The humans don’t stick around, chuckling as they make their way back to their trucks. They know full well what’s coming next, and they’re right to hightail it.
We don’t wait for them to retreat. Zeke pulls me to my feet and lifts me into his arms. With our lips fused together, he carries me up the loft stairs.
“Need a shower,” I murmur in between kisses.
In a matter of moments, I’m stripped naked and pressed against the shower wall, legs wrapped around Zeke’s waist. His mouth lavishes a pert nipple, and a moan escapes my lips. My hands pull at his hair, desperation mounting.