Awakened Desires (13 page)

“Yes. I want you anyway I can get you.” She positioned her body just as I demanded. She waited impatiently. Her body was begging for J.T. to invade her. She loved how thick I was and how vicious I could be.

“Good.” I reached down and she was dripping already. She moaned as I dipped my fingers in. “What do you want, Viv?” I needed to taste her. I knelt down and lapped her up. She was so sweet on my tongue. She gasped every time I pushed my tongue into her honey pie. “I’m not going to ask you again!” I slapped her on her arse.

She gasped. “You. I want you to fuck me,” she said breathlessly.

“Are you sure? I’m not so certain that you do. You don’t sound like you want me to fuck you.”

“Oh, god…yes. Please…” I sucked on her wet folds for another minute, waiting for her to beg.

“
Beg for me
!” I growled as I stood up.

“Gunther, please… Fuck me hard, lover. I need you now!”

“As you wish.”

As I slammed into her, she cried out as J.T. stretched her to the max. Continuously pulling out and slamming into her, I growled each time. There was a little blood, but I didn’t care. I roughly pumped my hips into her until she cried out as the orgasm took over.

J.T. was glistening with her honey. “Oh, fuuuuck,” I moaned. She was so wet. I slowly pulled out. “Turn over…now!” She did as she was told and I stood in front of her with J.T. throbbing, begging to be put back in its proper place. Moving her legs up to my shoulders, I pulled her arse to the edge of the bed. I grabbed her face and made her look at me. “I’m going deep, sweetheart.” Positioning my hands to her sides to keep her in place, I slammed into her while gripping onto her hips. Then I began thrusting, pulling her body into me each time.

Vivienne cried out as J.T. violated her limits. Her plastic chest bounced every time I invaded her. I continued my rough movements until I saw her fading out.

“Gunther…” She started to slip into a drunken unconsciousness.

“Not yet, baby. Almost there.”

She grabbed my arms and yanked me down on top of her. “Hold me.” I supposed I could pretend to be a gentleman again and indulge her a little. I wrapped my arms around her back and she wrapped her legs around me as I bucked my hips wildly. She accepted every bit of me while I furiously pounded into to her.

“Christ!” I yelled out as my body went rigid when I painted her insides with my seed. “Ffffuck!” I growled, as she clamped down on me, milking me for every drop. I laid on top of her for a minute, trying to catch my breath.

Fucking brill. Absolutely fucking brill.

“Gunther…,” she whispered. She kissed my ear and her lights went out.

She was out cold. Perfect. I pulled out and shifted her onto the bed so I could get a proper draw. I shook my head, trying to clear out the wine and sex fog, and I pulled on my jeans. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed my supplies for the draw.

Thankfully, Vivienne was still completely out. I tied up her arm and tapped for her vein. She had perfect, beautiful veins. They were so easy to find and they never gave me trouble. I quickly filled three vials and slammed them down.

I relaxed as the warm elixir hit my stomach. I groaned with pleasure, sat back against the headboard, and lovingly stroked Vivienne’s hair. I wondered if that was what it was like to live with someone. Or to know how to love someone.

Again, twenty-something plus one came to the forefront of my thoughts. My chest ached even more. I rubbed my heavy palm over my heart. I was fit and healthy…for the most part. But I didn’t understand why I was having chest pains.

I realized I felt empty and maybe even a little lost. I didn’t understand it or where the feelings were coming from. They were foreign to me. I sighed and watched Vivienne sleep.

Once I came down from the initial high, I called her driver and told him to follow the usual routine. He knew she was a lush and always had to pick her up at my door. I woke her up and helped her dress.

After waiting about thirty minutes, her driver knocked. “Come on, Viv.” She winced as she walked.

“You got me good this time, lover.”

“You asked for it.” I smirked as I helped her pissed up hot arse to the door.

“I know,” she purred with her head tucked into the crook of my arm.

“Well, it was nice. Maybe I will see you again.” I kissed her on the cheek and opened the door. “She’s all yours, Ryan.” I slipped him a healthy tip as usual and ushered her out to his arms.

“Thank you, sir,” Ryan replied. I nodded and closed the door, relieved that I was on my own again.

I went back to the couch and flipped on the television to the news. There was a breaking news story out of New York.
That didn’t take long.
The panic had set in. The streets were littered with death and despair. I grabbed my phone. It took a moment for the call to go through.

“And?” Roger’s voice was sharp considering I was calling at an ungodly hour for him. I’m sure he was up boozing and fucking his usual bird.

“It’s done and has taken effect. Watch for it on the news.” I was wearing a half-smirk and feeling calm.

“Well done. You remember the coordinates to meet Liam, correct?”

“Yes, sir…if he gets out of there alive.”

“Oh, he will. Mark my words. He is one stubborn son of a bitch. You know that.”

“No truer words have ever been spoken, sir.”

“Feel free to make him true dead when you connect, but I want him to suffer. I’ll be in touch.”
Doubt it
, I thought as Roger hung up.

-November 2014-

In just one week, the virus made its merry way to Atlanta. I was standing on the balcony of my flat, watching the scene unfold in the streets below. Cars were crashing, undeads were roaming aimlessly about, and people were running for their lives.
So bloody pointless.
I rubbed my stubbly face and wondered what Cock-up was doing right at that moment—if he was even alive.

I chuckled. “Got you.
So
got you, fuckface.” I walked back inside and gathered what survival supplies I needed. I hadn’t yet formulated a plan. There was no need to. Roger wanted me to form some sort of coalition.

Fuck that.

I decided long ago that I would just pick up people as I went along, playing the hero and such. Who doesn’t love a hero?

The power flickered a few times before everything went dead. I sighed. “Time to get the ball rolling, I suppose.” I finished up my packing and headed out to my company-issued truck, the signature blacked-out Tahoe.

I watched my back in the parking garage while I loaded my AWS sniper rifle, something I probably should have done back in the flat. Survivors would be going mental, so I grabbed an extra clip for my Sig and jammed it in my pocket. I jumped into the driver’s seat, tossing my pack and rifle in the passenger side. I was glad that I filled up the gas tank already.

I turned the key and the engine roared to life. One mistake I made was that I didn’t get another fix after my fucktastic time with Vivienne. I should have invited her over one more time and drained her—after we fucked, of course.

Getting my fix was first priority on my agenda. As I slowly pulled out of the parking garage, there was a pork chop of a man—my age, maybe older—running toward my truck.

A sadistic laugh ripped out of my throat. “Dinner,” I murmured. I pulled off to the side, jammed my Sig in the small of my back, and shut off the truck, knowing I wouldn’t be fit to drive after I drained him.

“Can you help me?” The potbellied, balding man looked frazzled and was completely winded. I can’t say as I blame him for being scared. If I wasn’t prepared, or was out of shape like him, I’m pretty sure I would have been, as well. I slid out of the truck like a sly motherfucker.

“Not sure,” I muttered.

“I don’t know what to do. Those things are everywhere! I can’t get home.”

“Me, neither. I’m just trying to get out of town. I camped out in that garage overnight.”

“Can I go with you?”

Now or never
, I thought. In a split second, I reached out, grabbed his head, and twisted. A sickening crack filled the air around me. After slamming his body against my truck, shouldering his mass, I pulled out my knife that I had neatly tucked in my belt. I poked the tip onto his carotid.

Fountain of life, baby. I drank my fill and dropped the man’s body to the ground. Ensuring a true death, I squatted down and slammed the knife into the middle of his forehead. I did the git a favor and saved him from dying a horrible death from an undead, or saved him from a heart attack. Either way, I won.

Feeling a bit of blood left on my lips, I dragged the back of my hand across them. Lifting my foot to the side step of the truck, I felt the earth move as I hoisted my big body up into the seat.

“Mmm…that was fucking brill.” The high rushed in. Well, it was more like a stampede of elephants, rhinos, and whatever else traipsed through the bloody lands of safaris. My body was buzzing. I needed to get out of town, but there was no way that was happening right then. I needed time to come down.

I spent about thirty minutes watching the blurred chaos in front of me before I was finally able to gather myself and take off. It was time to start my “Look at me. I’m a hero saving your sorry arse” adventure. Staying off the highway was going to be key. I was sure that it had to be completely congested with people trying to flee, which would be hopeless.

As I made my way through the city streets, I stopped a few times to search cars that were abandoned. I had to shoot a few undeads. Palming my favorite long hunting knife, I used that on some of the undeads instead of wasting ammunition that I would most definitely need during my travels. The next thing on my agenda was to hit up a sporting goods store and load myself up completely.

After about an hour of fighting through everything that was clogging the roads, I rolled up to the front of the store and there was complete madness. I decided to head toward the back of the building and pulled my truck right up to the back door. When I hopped out, I put on my weapons vest, which was already loaded up with a variety of knives and a second Sig. I zipped a hoodie on over my frame, even though it was a little too warm for one, because everything needed to stay hidden.

I set the alarm on the truck so I could hear if someone tried to break into it. I hustled to the door and it was locked.
Of course.
But that was no issue for me since I could pick locks in seconds with my trusty tool set. I felt like a bloody infomercial.

It was me who taught “Picking Locks like a Motherfucking Boss 101” to everyone in the program. Besides handing out some major beat downs, that was my specialty.

The lock distinctively clicked after two turns of my wrist. I found a decent-sized rock to hold the door open so I could just blow right through it with an armload of goods. There was no need to pick up any more weapons. My main goal was to grab more boxes of ammo and maybe an extra pair of boots.

After I thought about what I needed to get, I realized I wasn’t as prepared as I had initially thought. I instructed myself to shake it off and took a deep breath to get my mind all tight.

I stepped into the store and stood silent, my Sig at the ready, listening for anything alive or otherwise. It was oddly quiet, so I put myself into stealth mode. My breathing was controlled, my footsteps were reticent, and my hearing? It was like a bat.

Slowly, I crept from the back room and scoped out where the gun section was. “Fuck me,” I grumbled in an angry whisper when I realized that it was all the way across the store. I looked around. Still no one and I heard nothing. Apparently, not a single soul decided to show up for work. I wondered why.
What a goddamn shame.

I ran to the gun department, and what do you know? The cases were full of ammo.
Could it have been any easier?
I searched around and discovered an empty shipping box under the register. After I picked the lock on the ammo cabinet, I loaded the box up with what I needed, leaving anything that wouldn’t fit my weapons because I was that nice of a guy. My generosity spoke for itself.

Then I hit up the clothing and shoe departments, grabbing anything I needed in my size. I finished my shopping adventure in the camping department and loaded up on food packets, batteries, candles, and matches. Who knew shoplifting would get my John Thomas all twitchy?

I made my way back out to my truck and saw about a half-dozen undeads roaming through the parking lot. While keeping a careful eye on the mini-herd, I loaded my finds into the back of my truck.

Next on my agenda? Finding a few comrades. Preferably of the female sort. A harem, maybe? I definitely wouldn’t mind that. Watch out suburbia, I was on my way.

I headed north, wanting to get out of the city perimeter before nightfall. I hoped it would have been less crazy once I hit the north metro area. Unfortunately, that was wishful thinking.