by L. A. Boruff
“And you’re biased,” I retorted. He chuckled into my neck.
“And you worry too much.” Feather light, he turned my chin to face him. His smile was soft, the barest twitch of his thin lips. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he whispered. “What I would do for you? I would destroy this whole entire damn world if you asked me to. Did you know that?”
My heart hammered inside of my chest, one second away from breaking free of my ribcage. With Torrent, I always felt too much, too deeply. When we had first started sleeping together, it was supposed to be just that: sex. Rough, angry sex. A way to escape both of our feelings.
I never expected to fall in love with him.
It would only hurt more when I had to leave him - and I knew, inevitably, I would.
Torrent made me want to be selfish. Made me want to separate myself from the rest of the world and hide in a cocoon of our own making.
But if my dreams held any truth to them, I wouldn’t be able to. For someone like me, someone in a position of power, selfishness was not an acceptable answer.
All I could do was hold Torrent a little closer, a little tighter, and let the rest of the world fall away. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps my dreams were only that...dreams.
It didn’t matter anymore.
In Torrent’s arms, there was no denying the sense of rightness. He somehow smoothed down the jagged edges of myself before fitting them back together. With him, I felt whole.
Knox was no doubt still outside, probably perching on a branch in his small phoenix form. He, too, was my home. Always vigilant. Always watching over me.
And always, apparently, loving me.
Unbidden, my mind conjured up images of Knox’s face, seconds before he came. The look of utter bliss and adoration. The sweat beading on his forehead.
And his cock, long and thick, straining in his hand.
I rubbed my thighs together to alleviate the tension.
Torrent chuckled softly.
“Ready for more, baby girl?”
“Always,” I whispered.
Torrent rolled on top of me and laid a soft kiss on my lips before slipping his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. I whined when he pulled away, using that soft tongue to lick up my neck, causing my back to arch. He stopped at that spot just below my ear that drove me wild and sucked lightly. I moaned as he moved up, licking the shell of my ear. I rubbed my thighs together as Torrent braced himself on either side of my head. We stared into each other’s eyes, searching, the silence speaking more than words ever could.
My heart broke apart at that moment, at the love I saw there, the love I would soon be abandoning for a duty I did not want. Wanting to hide my pain from his eyes, I fisted his hair and brought his face down to mine, my lips connecting with his. He opened his mouth for me and allowed my tongue entrance.
He thrust his hips against mine, our naked bodies grinding on each other. I parted my legs, and wrapped them around his back pulling his hardness against my already wet pussy.
Torrent’s cock slipped inside me as our kiss deepend, our tongues massaging each other in an elegant dance. Where last night our joining was frantic fucking, this was something more. Torrent and I were professing our love for each other in this moment. Tears welled in my eyes as he slowly, seductively made love to me.
How the fuck was I going to leave this man?
Pushing those thoughts aside, I ran my hands up and down his chest, loving the way his muscles felt beneath my fingertips as he moved in and out of my pussy.
I tweaked his nipple, eliciting a growl from his throat. I knew he hated that; it was one of the reasons I did it so often. I let out a squeal when Torrent rolled suddenly, and I found myself on top of him, his cock now buried deep inside me.
I braced my hands on his chest and moved my hips, rocking back and forth, taking as much of him inside me as my body would allow. He closed his eyes and threw his arms up over his head, his white teeth biting his lower lip.
I loved when he did that.
I kept my pace steady, studying his face, his body, every freckle and beauty mark, every scar and imperfection, wanting to remember every inch of this man. I tore my eyes away from his face and trailed them down his chest to his rock hard abs, tracing the hills and valleys of his gorgeous body lightly with my fingertips.
I swirled my finger in his belly button, knowing it would make him smile. He peeled back one of his lids and smirked up at me, showing off the dimples in his cheeks. Reaching up, he cupped my face and pulled me down for another kiss. This time, I took his mouth, his tongue. I used my teeth to nip and bite at his lips, just how he liked it.
Rough.
Torrent gripped my hips and ground my pussy on his cock, putting me just where he wanted me. But I wasn’t having that. I was in charge this time.
Pushing off his chest, I pulled away from his mouth and sat up on his cock. I placed my hands under his knees and encouraged him to lift them up for me. He did as I angeled my legs outward, allowing my feet to support me instead of my knees.
His eyes were rooted to my spread pussy. I gripped his knees and bounced on his cock, making sure to lift my body up high enough that the tip of his cock almost came out of me.
Almost.
I was practiced at this and knew just what the fuck I was doing.
Putting on a show.
Giving him the ride of his life for our final time together before I fled.
He was going to remember who owned him in this moment.
Me.
When my legs grew tired, I sank back to my knees and slowed down, keeping his orgasm at bay. He wasn’t going to come until I was ready, and I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.
He reached up and fondled my breasts as I rode him, squeezing them almost to the point of pain, just how I liked him to do. I leaned back a little, changing my angle, putting his cock in that perfect spot inside me as I ground on him.
Torrent played with my nipples, pulling and tugging on them as I quickened my pace, my pussy clenching on his cock as my orgasm grew.
“You have no idea what you do to me, baby girl. Do you?”
I grinned. “What do I - do to you - Torrent?” I rasped between breaths. “Tell me.”
“You drive me fucking wild.” He pinched my nipples hard, and I hissed through my teeth. But the pain only fueled my desire, making me ride him harder, faster. My tits bounced on my chest, sweat coating our bodies as I worked his cock. My climax was closing in, my body getting hotter by the second.
“Oh, God,” I screamed as the head of his cock bumped that spot inside me over and over again. Yet faster I went, hair sticking to my skin, my pussy soaking Torrent.
“Yes, baby girl,” Torrent encouraged, his hands gripping my hips. “Take what’s yours. Make your dragon come.”
“Fuck!” I screamed as my climax tore through me, my vision going white. Torrent was just a moment behind me. His deep growls only aided in my pleasure, rumbling through my body as I rode the fuck out of his cock, our orgasms seeming to last minutes, his hot cum spilling inside me.
My body was drained, and I collapsed on top of him in a sweaty pile. He kissed my forehead and moved the hair from in front of my face. I nuzzled into his neck as he wrapped his strong arms around me.
I pushed the nightmares that haunted me to the back of my mind and really lived in the here and now.
I basked in the sensations of my dragon. The feeling of Torrent’s warm breath on my skin as he exhaled. The musky smell of our sex as it permeated the room. The salty taste of our combined sweat. The way I felt knowing I was loved by this man. Truly loved. Not for what I was but for who I was. In this moment, I was the luckiest girl alive.
This was our last moment.
My moment.
After all, how often does a girl get to tame a dragon?
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
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Katie May has always loved writing. An avid reader herself, you can almost always find her with her nose in a book or scribbling away in her notepad. Currently, she has five books published, all reverse harem under this pen name. She resides in West Michigan with her family. If you would like to stay updated on exclusive teasers, POVS, and updates on her novels, join her Reader’s Group - Katie’s Gang!
Other Books By Loxley
Bound For Blood: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance
Twisted Tides: A Fantasy Reverse Harem Romance
Other Books by Katie May
Together We Fall Series:
The Darkness We Crave
The Light We Seek
The Storm We Face
The Monsters We Hunt (Coming Soon)
Beyond the Shadows Series:
Gangs and Ghosts
Guns and Graveyards
The Damning Series:
Greed
Envy (Coming Soon)
Last Night in Hell
Dia Cole
1
Sophie
“We shouldn’t be here,” I whisper to the spiky-haired guy in the tattered Megadeth T-shirt. “We’re only supposed to check the street, do a head count of the dead, and report back. No scavenging, remember?” My voice seems to reverberate off the empty shelves of the convenience store.
Kevin lets out a noncommittal grunt and steps over an overturned rack. His movements send dust motes dancing into the musty air.
I grit my teeth in frustration. “There could be Biters in here.” I tighten my fingers around the twirling baton in my hands. The razor-sharp knives I’ve attached to each end of the baton turned the old trinket from my majorette days into a lightweight double-bladed spear—perfect for putting down the dead.
Kevin rolls his eyes. “Chill, Sophie. There are no zombies in here.”
He’s right. If there were Biters in here they would’ve attacked us already. I let out the deep breath I’m holding and loosen my death grip on the baton. “There’s no food in here either,” I grumble, looking up at the poster-sized photos of ice cream cones, hot dogs, and candy bars hanging from the water-stained ceiling tiles.
My stomach rumbles reminding me that I haven’t eaten since this time yesterday. The idea of stumbling across a bag of chips missed by the last group of survivors to loot this place keeps me following Kevin down the aisle.
“There’s more to life than food.” Kevin grabs a box off the ground and chucks it at my face.
Somehow I manage to catch it without dropping my baton. It’s a jumbo box of condoms. “Really, Kevin?”
“Why don’t we have a quickie?” Kevin wags his bushy eyebrows suggestively.
As if. I barely resist the temptation to stab him with the baton. “Fuck off.”
“Come on. What are you waiting for? I can pop that cherry of yours, right here, right now.”
My face heats. I can’t believe he knows I’m a virgin. But then again he’s my fiancé’s best friend. He probably knows everything, including the fact that I’ve tried dozens of times to seduce Logan, but each time he pushes me away. Logan is the one who wants to wait until we're married.
I skim my free hand over the engagement ring I’m wearing on a chain around my neck. Sadly, the princess cut solitaire hasn’t fit on my finger for a long time.
Kevin openly leers at the tiny bit of cleavage my navy V-neck sweater shows. “You look good enough to eat.”
I twirl the baton in annoyance. “You know Jack and Xander would kick your ass if they could hear you right now.” Our two childhood friends have always been very protective of me. They, along with Kevin, had rushed to my side when the Z-virus first started turning people into monsters.
Kevin snorts. “That’s just cause they are both dying to screw you. Probably at the same time, you know those motherfuckers are freaky as shit.”
What? The idea that the two gorgeous guys have any romantic interest in me rocks my world. I hide my surprise by stuffing the box of condoms in my backpack. Although I won’t use them, I can barter or trade them for something.
“Come on, Sophie,” Kevin pleads. “Give me a chance to rock your world.”
“I’m engaged to Logan, remember?”
His smirk evaporates. Grief flashes in his hazel eyes. Suddenly, he looks much more like the freckle-faced kid who used to tug on my ponytail when we were kids. “You know Logan is dead, right?”
My heart skips a beat. Emotions I usually keep on lockdown, threaten to drown me. I shake my head, denying his words. “No. Logan is out here somewhere. We’ll find him.” Kevin and the other guys think he’s dead because he didn’t meet up with us at my apartment all those months ago, but there has to be another explanation. Logan could’ve been helping other people battle the dead, or been trying to find his mom, or he could’ve gotten trapped somewhere, or…
Or he could be dead.
I shut my eyes and clench my fist around my ring. The sharp bite of the diamond into the soft flesh of my palm centers me. Logan’s alive and I’m going to find him. I let out a deep breath, open my eyes, and fix Kevin with a look of determination. “I’m not giving up hope.”
Kevin offers me a sad smile and clamps his hand on my shoulder. “Then I won’t either. Forgive my crass words, my lady.” He bows low, making me laugh. When he straightens, his gaze locks on something over my shoulder. “Fucking A! I knew there was treasure here!” He points to a lone carton of cigarettes resting high on a shelf behind the cash register. “Look! That could be the last carton in all Saguaro Valley.”
I shake my head. “Haven’t you given that nasty habit up?” Probably the only good thing to come from the apocalypse is it forced people to give up their addictions. Cigarettes, liquor, and pills had been the first things to vanish from store shelves and people’s homes in the early days of the outbreak.
“I’d die for a cigarette right now.” Kevin rushes over to the counter, clambers on top of it, and tries to grab the carton. The tips of his fingers brush against the side of it.
“Kevin! Seriously, you’re going to hurt yourself. Get down.”
“Just a little more.” He stretches his arms.
Behind the counter, a few feet from the register, is an empty wheelchair and a shaking life-size cardboard cutout of a NASCAR driver holding an energy drink in his hand.
The shaking cardboard snares my attention. Why is it moving?
It takes me half a second to realize the danger my friend is in. Oh, shit! We never looked behind the counter. Fear climbs the back of my throat. Not wanting to startle Kevin, I say, “Kevin, get away from there,” as calmly as I can manage.
“Give me a second. I almost have it.” Kevin rises on the balls of his sneakers.
The cardboard cutout crashes on its side as if a gust of wind hit it.
“What’s that?” Kevin shouts. He twists around and loses his footing. As if in slow motion, I watch him pinwheel his arms in the air and fall back behind the counter—taking the wheelchair down with him. A heartbeat later, Kevin lets out a bloodcurdling shriek.
“Kevin!” I rush to the counter.
He’s on his back trying to fight off a badly decomposed, one-legged zombie. The creature’s jaws are buried in his throat. Blood is everywhere.
Shock freezes me in place. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.
Kevin’s eyes are wild with panic and pain. He gurgles my name.
I have to help. Shoving away my terror, I bound over the counter and kick the zombie off my friend.
Kevin lets out a scream as the creature takes out a chunk of his throat.
The Biter, still wearing a plastic nametag on a lanyard around its neck, clicks its blood-covered
teeth together and reaches for Kevin again.
Oh no you don’t! I stab my baton straight through its diseased white eyes.
With its brain incapacitated, the creature goes lax.
I fall to my knees over Kevin. His eyes are closed and his skin is pale. There’s so much blood. I can’t see how bad the damage is. Fighting back hysteria, I desperately try to recall my first aid training. Have to stop the blood loss.
My breath comes in shallow gasps as I tear off the sweater I’m wearing. It leaves me in my bra, but I don’t care about the cold. All that matters is Kevin.
I quickly press my sweater against his neck and hold it there. Anguish tightens like a noose around my throat. I don’t know what else to do. It’s not as if I can save Kevin at this point. Even if the blood loss doesn’t kill him, he’s been infected. The Z-virus will kill him and reanimate him as a zombie in twenty-four hours. He’s as good as dead.
“Why did you have to go after the cigarettes?” I ask him, my voice cracking. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”
His eyelids flutter.
“Kevin!”
The spark of hope inside me dies the moment Kevin’s eyes open. His milky white orbs lock on my face at the same time he turns his head and snaps his jaws around my right forearm.
“Aah!” Too shocked to even feel pain, I punch the creature formerly known as Kevin repeatedly with my left hand trying to free my arm.
He clamps his teeth down harder.
“Noooo!” I beat at his head. When that does nothing, I reach my free hand toward the head of the one-legged zombie. As soon as my fingers register the cool metal of my baton, I wrap my hand around it and yank it out of the desiccated skull. Then I swing it down on top of Kevin’s head. The sharp tip of the knife slides straight through his skull with a sickening crunch.
