Page 35 of Property of Zombie

I piston my hips, over and over, and fill her so completely that it’s impossible to tell where she begins and I end. She lifts from the mattress, meeting me thrust for thrust, the sound of skin slapping and guttural moans filling the room.

My balls tighten, and a tingle races down my spine. “Come for me, babydoll,” I demand as I rock and roll my hips to deliver the perfect amount of friction to her clit. “Now.”

Lucy’s entire body tenses, and her walls spasm around my pulsing shaft. A growl barrels up my throat, reminding me of a feral animal, but it only seems to spurn her on.

“Fucking hell, don’t stop.” Her words are stuttered even as she starts to move again. “D-don’t stop.”

Sliding my hand under her, I hold her close as I continue to fill her. My cock, my cum… all of me. At this moment, she owns every piece of me, body and soul.

Lucy’s spasms become sporadic, little aftershocks delivering snippets of ecstasy. I roll to her side and gather her in my arms, not capable of severing contact completely.

She curls into my side, tucking her hands under her chin. “I didn’t know that was possible.”

Lifting my head, I look down at her with a frown. “Didn’t know what was possible?”

“For it to feel so good without an exotic animal somewhere close,” she admits with a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Wait,” I say, propping myself on my elbow. “You normally have sex at the zoo?”

I thought that had been a one-time thing, but not gonna lie… the idea is a whole new level of arousing.

“I mean, I’ve had sex other places, but not since I moved to Washington. And I’ve never had sex with anyone here.”

“So, in a way, I’m a first for you?”

That pulls a full-on laugh out of her, and she grins at me. “I’m not a virgin, Zombie. You know that. But yeah, this was a first.”

My dick thickens, and her eyes widen. “What?” I ask. “There’s something about knowing that I’m the only man that’s been in this bed with you that’s really fucking hot.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to give me a few minutes before we go again.”

“Ah, but we are going again,” I tease.

“Oh, yeah, we are.” Lucy wraps her hand around my length and squeezes. “Again and again and again and again. Think you can keep up?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be down.”

“Mmm.” She rests her head on my chest but doesn’t release my cock. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“It might kill the mood,” she says quietly.

“It won’t.”

She sighs, her breath warming my skin. “If I hadn’t agreed to work with you and your club, what would you have done?”

Mood. Killed.

“Does it matter?” I ask, not knowing how to answer.

“I suppose not since I’ve already agreed. But…” She shrugs. “I don’t know. Never mind.”

We lie there in silence for a few minutes, and I try to come up with a response that won’t make her hate me. The problem is, I can’t. She either likes me enough that my answer really won’t matter, or she’ll hate me and grudgingly keep her word based on the earlier discussed conditions.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve done,” I admit. “Probably would’ve let it slip to the wrong people that you were banging a donor in the lion’s den at the gala.” She stiffens, but I force myself to continue. “If that didn’t ruin your reputation and force the issue, I’d have put the next step to a vote with my club. They likely would have wanted me to kill you, and despite not wanting to, I’d have eventually followed through.”

She’s quiet for a second before nodding. “Good to know.”

“Is it?” I counter, hating myself as much as I worried she would.

“It is.” Lucy rises to lean on her elbow and look me in the eyes. “I have no illusions about you, Zombie. None. I know you do bad things, horrific things. But I’m not convinced you’re as bad, as evil as you portray.”

“You don’t know me,” I remind her.

“No, I don’t suppose I do. Not well, anyway.” She grins. “But Leo and Sarabi didn’t kill you that night, and that counts for something with me.”