Not Dead Enough: Zombie Paranormal Romance (Project Rebellion: SARA Book 1) Read online

  He rocked his hips and she whimpered, her pussy clenching as his hard cock prodded her belly again. He was pressed against her so tightly that it hurt a little, but she didn’t care. She wanted him closer. As close as they could get, until they didn’t know where one of them ended and the other began.

  Lifting her leg, she wrapped it around the back of his and ran her bare foot along his thigh. The move altered their body position and brought his straining erection, still caught in his pants, up flush against the juncture of her thighs. Her pants were thin. She felt everything.

  She pulled at the bottom of his shirt, and he broke the kiss long enough for her to mutter, “Too many clothes. Off.”

  He nodded, resting his forehead against hers while she worked his shirt up. The backs of her fingers grazed his nipples, drawing a gasp from him and another roll of his hips. She grinned, and did it again.

  “Dangerous,” he growled, lifting up to grab his shirt in the center of his shoulders and haul it over his head. It hit the floor somewhere by the side of the bed, instantly forgotten as she gazed at his toned, muscular torso. She’d seen him sans-shirt before, but this was different. Before she’d only been able to steal sly looks. Now, she could touch. Explore. Kiss. Lick.

  “You’re so damned ripped.” Her voice was a bare whisper in the silence of the room. It was easy to forget the world beyond the four walls. “You must work out a lot.”

  He smiled an enigmatic, very male smile, and slid his hand under her top. The stroke of his fingers across the soft skin of her stomach almost stole her ability to think. “Maybe. Why? You like it?”

  “Yeah….” She managed, but then his hand slid higher under her top to cup her breast, and her thought processes scattered. Slender and lean for her height, with not much to talk about in the cleavage department, she’d never needed to wear a bra much and hadn’t bothered to ask for one when Dom headed out to snag new clothes for them all. Now she was glad. No bra meant fewer layers between her and Brett’s touch.

  He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and she cried out, arching her back. A shiver rolled through her, from the top of her head right down to her toes, and she had to stop herself reaching for the fly on his pants.

  He did it again, then shoved her top up higher, exposing her to his keen gaze. Heat washed over her cheeks, but the tight expression on his face and the warmth in his eyes when he looked down at her kept her right where she was.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  He bent his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple. Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching out to cup his head and hold him to her as he licked and kissed the hard buds of her nipples. He moved from one to the other, lavishing equal attention on each, and she bit her lip to stop the moans that wanted to spill forth. Then he opened his mouth around her, pulled her nipple past his lips and sucked. The pleasure arrowed from her nipple right down to her clit, a dual pulse that broke her restraint, and she moaned.

  He didn’t let up, moving to the other breast to carry on the exquisite torture. Her nipple ached, the wet flesh beading in the cool air. His hand smoothed down, over her soft belly and under the waistband of her pants. She sucked a breath in, torn between the delicious sensation of his lips and tongue against her, and the path his hand took.

  Abandoning her nipple, he surged into movement, reaching up to claim her lips again at the same moment he slid his hand between her legs. His callused fingertips brushed against her lower lips, stirring the close-clipped curls before he parted them and stroked along the wet cleft. Her pussy clenched, liquid heat escaping her in a scalding rush. He swallowed her gasp, a rumble of approval in the back of his throat as he collected the slick evidence of her arousal and rubbed it over her clit.

  “Hot.” He broke away to gasp, tracing along her jaw with hard, almost bite-like kisses. “God, sweetpea, you got no idea what you do to me.”

  She had no clue either. Whatever it was, she hoped she didn’t stop. His fingers circled around then rubbed over her clit in a complicated dance that drove the heat in her body tighter, but did nothing to ease the tension within. He reached her neck, his lips warm against the soft spot under her ear, and she was forced to clutch at his broad shoulders to ground herself.

  An effort that was wasted when he pushed two fingers deep inside her. The moan that ripped from her lips was soft and needy, deepening as he pulled back and thrust again, twisting his hand to scissor his fingers. Stretching her, preparing her. She’d felt the size of his cock pressed against her, and the little consideration melted her heart.

  “You’re so tight. Can’t wait, gotta get inside you,” he grunted, pulling his hand free and sitting back to haul her leggings and panties down her hips. His hands shook, just a little, but enough to betray how keyed up he was. She bit her lower lip, lifting her ass clear of the bed to help him. As he pulled the fabric free of her feet, she arched her back and stripped off her top, leaving her naked to his gaze.

  He sat back on his haunches, eyes glittering as he swept a hot gaze over her. His combat pants were tented at his groin, the thick length of his cock clearly visible. Then he moved, over her in a heartbeat. She gasped as he reached down, ripping his fly open at the same moment his knee shoved her legs wider apart. He wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t care. She needed him too much. Needed to feel him over her, inside her, filling her completely.

  “Now. Faster,” she urged, parting her thighs wider, her hands on his waist as he dipped down to fit the broad head of his cock against her. “No…wait. Protection?”

  He paused for a moment, his eyes glittering with amusement in the semi-darkness. “You’re half-dead, sweetpea, and I’m fully dead. No way that you’re getting pregnant. Fate ain’t that cruel.”

  Then, arms braced either side of her on the bed, he pushed into her.

  He was bigger, way bigger, than she’d thought. Way bigger than he’d felt when he pressed against her, confined by his pants. The stretch as her body accepted him stole her breath and almost bordered on pain. She didn’t care. It felt too good. Way too good.

  Inch after thick inch penetrated her, his big body overhead, until their hips met and he was in her fully. His eyes searched hers, concern over-ruling the heat for a moment. His expression was set, tightly controlled, but the fine tremor in his arms gave him away. As did the heavy pulse where they were joined. He held perfectly still. Too still. Even though her pussy throbbed, stretched to the limit around him, the urge to move grew.

  She closed her eyes for a second to catch her breath. Then she laughed, “Fuck.… Forget your body; you must’ve been lifting weights with your cock. No way is any human built like that.”

  His lips quirked, then he laughed and the spell was broken. “Well, as long as you like it, score one for the zombies then, huh?”

  “Ugh….” Did she like it? Dumb question. She curled her hands around his solid upper arms. “Of course I like it, as long as you move. Now.”

  His answer was to roll his hips, and sensation exploded through her. His thick cock stroked nerve-endings she didn’t know she had, sending a host of fireworks sparking through her blood. She gripped his arms harder and rocked her hips, her greedy pussy clasping around him as though trying to hold him inside when he pulled back. He didn’t get all the way out before surging forward again, filling her to the brim.

  “Oh, yes…that’s it. Harder.”

  He bent his head, stealing a quick, hard kiss before giving her what she wanted. Needed. Shifting his position to get better leverage, he hooked one of her legs behind the knee, holding it up with his arm. His thick cock powered into her over and over, speared her, filled her. Fast, hard strokes of pleasure. Slick and wet, but tight.

  It. Was. Amazing.

  Her breath came in hard pants, the tension in her body threatening to spiral out of control. She moaned and arched back, her nails digging into his arms as he added an extra roll to his hips at the end of each stroke. A roll that hit a spot inside her that made her go weak with need.


  He slammed into her and did it again. She cried out with pleasure, a sound echoed by a deep groan as her claws slipped her control and caught his skin. She let go instantly, scared of hurting him. “Sorry—”

  “No,” he cut her off with a snarl, his thrust into her so powerful the headboard slammed into the wall with a sharp crack. “Let them. Cut me, I like it.…” He caught her gaze, his eyes fading out to white. “It…fuck, it turns me on. Do it again. Please.”

  She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed his arms as he fucked her, and dug her nails in. He shuddered as she scratched him, and picked up the pace. The scent of blood on the air fed the heat and darkness within her. Her pussy tightened around his thick cock until each thrust slammed the bed into the wall. Each roll tightened the screws inside her until she could take no more.

  Between one thrust and the next, she reached the peak. Time paused, the world in all its infinite varieties of pleasure laid out before her. The brush of his lips on her neck, his cock as it slid out of her body until only the tip remained, her nails across his back.

  He must have felt it, turning his head to whisper against her neck. “Come for me, sweetpea. Let me feel it all over my cock.”

  He thrust back in with a roar, so deep inside her that the dam broke, and she tumbled into the abyss. Pleasure took over until there was nothing else. Nothing but the feel of him as he surged into her again and again. Through it she felt his body stiffen and his cock jerk where it was buried. He came with a deep groan, gathering her close as his cock pulsed deep within her.

  She buried her face against the side of his neck and sighed as the waves of pleasure died down to soft ebbs. The tiredness rose again, clinging to her and trying to pull her under.

  This time she didn't fight it, letting the warmth of his embrace and his slowing heartbeat take her gently toward sleep. Whatever happened now, no matter what a nightmare her life had become, she had this. One perfect moment of peace and contentment. So perfect she wanted it to last forever, holding it close as she slid into sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Like most men, Brett had always liked sex. And like most men, deep down, he considered himself something of an expert lover. Certainly complimentary comments from his previous partners had helped with that impression. There were only so many times a guy could get told he was the best lay ever before he got a big head. But last ‘night’ with Julia had been something else entirely. A sensual and charged experience that had totally blown his mind, one that had kept him close to her as they rested.

  With the darkness Julia’s energy had returned, and they’d been on the road for hours. Using her as a bloodhound to track the Bloods, they’d followed the trail to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. Now they were crouched in the edges of scrub-land nearby, watching the building. It was surrounded by a chain-link fence that had sections ripped and missing, and the parking lot in front of them was empty of the vehicles that had once loaded here.

  He moved closer to Julia, crouching next to her to loop his arm casually around her waist. He couldn’t resist touching her. She was like a drug, one whose lure he couldn’t and didn’t want to escape. At his touch, she smiled at him over her shoulder. He smiled back, an unfamiliar feeling spreading through his chest. One so warm that he had to double-check he hadn’t restarted his heart, just to be sure.

  He hadn’t, but the warmth remained. He sat back on his haunches and looked around. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Dom. Crouched behind them, the bigger man was making silent kisses in the air while thrusting his index finger into his closed fist. Brett flicked him the bird behind Julia’s back.

  “They’ve been there. Recently.”

  Julia’s voice was soft and light, pitched so it didn’t carry beyond their little group. Approval joined the warm feeling in the middle of his chest. She’d learned quickly that they only needed the tiniest of vibrations in her voice box or movement of her hands to get their attention.

  “Okay.” Fredericks nodded, rising from his crouch. “Stay behind us. If the shit hits the fan, get out and back to where we agreed.”

  That was the last word on the subject. Silence reigned as the five of them stormed the building. Rendered wraiths in the darkness, they made the chain link fence in front of them, swarming in perfect concert through a gap where the mesh had peeled away from a post. Brett concentrated on the building ahead. He shut everything else out except for the sound of Julia’s heartbeat behind them. He was alert for the slightest movement that could indicate the enemy had seen them, expecting at any moment for snarls and Bloods erupting out of the shadows around the warehouse.

  Nothing happened. The shadows remained just pools of darkness that didn’t hide anything sinister. They raced across the loading circle in front of the structure, the slight crunch of stones underfoot all that gave away their position.

  He reached the loading bay first. Wrapping his hand around a steel support strut, he swung his body weight around and up onto the platform the forklifts had used to load the backs of the trucks. Black tire marks on the concrete lined up with the battered roller shutters. Five bays.

  The others joined him on the platform, skittering up the side of the building as though the change in surface orientation was little more than a minor inconvenience.

  Pausing for a moment, he watched to ensure Julia made it up onto the platform alright. He needn’t have worried. She barely altered her stride to run at the same point on the wall he had, reaching up to wrap her hand around the same strut he had. With a graceful leap, she copied his move and landed lightly next to him with her eyebrow raised in query.

  Attagirl. She learned fast, by watching him, it seemed.

  Turning, he studied the doors in front of them. The darkness presented no problems, his vision adapting until he could see clearly. Fredericks motioned Dom and Kelwood to the left and the right, indicating broken windows higher on the walls.

  The two split, jumping onto the walls to crawl up and across to their targets. Vertical surfaces posed no problem anymore. Hell, they could probably climb the Empire State Building if they’d wanted to, like some sort of freaky spider men. He huffed to himself. As long as no one suggested they wear spandex, it was all cool.

  The remaining trio turned to the door in front of them. Unlike the other doors, it was the only one that showed recent use. Dints and scrapes at the sides cut into the rust to reveal new metal. There was no way they’d be able to lift the whole thing without alerting anyone within the building they were coming.

  A click behind him made both him and Fredericks look over their shoulders. Julia jerked her head to the side and they looked that way. Hidden in the recess of the exterior wall and the interior wall of the platform was a man door.

  Grinning, he gave her a thumbs-up, and in the next second he and Fredericks were at the door. He reached out a hand, putting it on the handle and pausing to check for vibrations. Nothing. No footsteps within, no speech, no nothing. Not even the background rumble of a machine running.

  He applied pressure on the handle, gently, expected to meet resistance. Instead, it gave with a click, and the door swung open in front of them. He cast a puzzled glance at Fredericks. The Bloods were inhuman killers and assholes to boot, but they were, or had been, soldiers. They wouldn’t leave their lair unlocked for just anyone to wander in.

  Their movements synchronized, the two of them moved through the doorway, instantly splitting left and right, ready for an attack from within. As soon as they were through the door, two things became apparent. One, the derelict appearance of the warehouse was a sham, and two, it was empty.

  He and Fredericks froze, all senses on high alert for anything that could indicate there were Bloods in the building. Apart from Julia’s behind them, there were no heartbeats, not even their own. They’d all shut them down to track more efficiently. But no heartbeats didn’t mean a lot when it came to Bloods. Not when some could do the whole freeze-like-a-statue thing, slowing their
hearts right down to one beat every couple of minutes and only bursting into movement when they were ready. Like those street performers who dressed as statues and scared the crap out of people when they moved unexpectedly. But where street performers only looked to elicit a shriek and a laugh from the unwary, Bloods had an entirely more deadly agenda.

  So they held still. Listened. Every fiber of Brett’s being was aware, waiting for an isolated beat or some other movement that would lead them to a Blood hidden in the darkness.

  Moments passed, stretched into minutes without incident. Dust motes danced in the air around them, sparkling in a sliver of moonlight that had found its way through a chink in the roof.

  “The scents are older in here than out front,” Julia said softly, as Dom and Kelwood dropped out of the darkness overhead to land lightly on their feet. “What were they doing in here?”

  Brett turned. The middle of the room had been sectioned off, opaque plastic walls creating a building within a building.

  “Medical grade sheeting,” Dom murmured, moving forward. He pulled the plastic aside to create a door, the rustle loud in the darkness. They slipped through the gap one by one and found themselves in a corridor of sorts. Brett flitted forwards, not bothering to keep his movements human. Julia knew what he was; he didn’t have to hide or pretend to be something he wasn’t.

  He pulled aside a loose sheet of plastic to reveal a small rectangular room with the same plastic walls. It contained a hospital bed and a bedside cabinet. Nothing else. The bed was unmade, the sheets rumpled as though the occupant had just left the room.

  “Bedroom? Cell?”

  “Same here.” Fredericks said behind him. He’d pulled a plastic sheet back on the other side of the corridor to reveal an identical ‘room’. “But not a cell. This stuff wouldn’t even hold a human, never mind a new Blood.”

  Moving along the corridor, they pulled sheeting ‘doors’ back to discover eight rooms in all. The door at the end of the corridor though, revealed something different. Brett and Kelwood were the first ones through it, spreading out to cover the layout as the others entered.