Raven's Hell (12 page)

“That’s
it, baby. Give me this. Give it to me, Rebecca.”

“Oh.
My.
God.”
She lifted up her ass a little more, and a
tremor worked over her entire body as she came. He pulled his fingers out and
went back to teasing her clit. His woman was crying out now, but he didn’t stop
rubbing her until she fell onto her belly and begged him to stop.

“Oh
God, Collin.”
She sounded exhausted, and when she turned her head to the side he saw a small
smile on her face.

He
took hold of the root of his shaft and started stroking himself. He could get
off on the look of her pleasure alone, but then Rebecca rolled onto her back
and reached for him. When he was between her splayed thighs, and was positioned
at her entrance again, he stared into her eyes. Slowly he pushed into her this
time, and never taking his eyes off of her, Collin knew he’d be coming sooner
than he would like. He wanted to prolong this, to make it last. But she was too
gorgeous, and felt too good. Resting his arms beside her head, he buried
himself in her wet heat and made love to her slow and easy. In and out, keeping
the same pace every time, and experiencing the buildup of orgasm, Collin closed
his eyes and let his guard down. He wanted to fully experience this without
having to worry about what was right around the next corner.

He
felt his climax approach. It started as a tingling at the base of his spine and
moved quickly through him. “I’m going to come, baby.” He went to move out of
her, to come on her belly, but she held him close.

“I
just ended my period, and we should be okay. I don’t want you to pull out,
Collin.”

He
thought about her words, about how he should play this smart, but he was weak
when it concerned her. He bumped her clit with the base of his cock when he
thrust into her again, and she cried out. Collin kissed her just as his orgasm
tore through him. He came harder than he ever had. It sucked the air from his
lungs, stole his sanity, and he knew that he would never be the same. Rebecca
was his, and nothing would ever change that.

He
groaned once more and stilled as his pleasure finally receded. They lay there
for several minutes, neither saying anything. When he pulled back, a grunt left
him when his dick slipped free of her pussy. For a second all he did was
stare
between her legs and watched as his cum slipped out of
her. Possessiveness filled him. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling
him toward her.

“Just
hold me,” she murmured sleepily.

He
held her close, moved his hand through her hair and pushed the strands away
from her shoulder, and leaned down and kissed her skin. She sighed, and this
pleasure moved through his body that she was here with him, pressed close to
his body, and not going anywhere.

For
several moments all they did was lie there, neither saying anything. The sound
of an infected groaning close to the church had him bringing his guard up and
slowly rising. He kissed her on the forehand and moved to the loft. Once he was
at the top he moved over to the window that was cracked and allowed him to see
outside. One infected was moving around the property, and then moved back into
the woods.

After
climbing back down and seeing Rebecca standing and putting her clothes on, he
moved quickly toward her and grabbed her around the waist. She breathed out,
rested against him, and he kissed the top of her head.

“It
was just one, and he moved on,” he said softly against her ear. “Lay down with
me, and let me hold you, baby.” When they were both lying on the pallet again
he pulled her close.

“Are
you afraid, Collin?” she whispered softly.

He
thought about her question, and answered without hesitation. “No, because fear
is a weakness I can’t afford to have.”

She
nodded and lifted her hand to hold his. He held her until she fell asleep, and
continued to hold her until the nightmares of this world didn’t try to take Rebecca
away from him.

Epilogue

The
sun was high, bright, and hot as hell. It was June, and although this high up
in the mountains of Colorado she shouldn’t have felt as though it was
full-blown summer, today it felt just like that. Rebecca picked up the shirt
she was washing in the creek that they had found in the woods by the church.
She wrung out the excess water, stood, and put it on the clothesline they had
erected. Rebecca dried her hands on the towel by her feet, and stared at the
church. Over the last several months that they had been here they had done a
lot to the property. Collin had rigged up these infected warning traps, just
empty cans, pieces of metal they had broken down from some of the furniture,
and it had done well in alerting them to the stragglers that had come through
the woods. But they had both taken out their fair share when the infected had
come too close, or when they had ventured to the surrounding towns that were a
good couple of days’ walk from them.

She
wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and looked around. The scent of
dirt, fresh air, and of the fish she had caught earlier today, filled her nose.
There was a small garden off to the side, right beside the church. The
vegetables were still inside in the little greenhouse they had erected on the
second level because frost still covered the ground on occasion.

They
had found the seeds when they had gone scavenging. The place had been overrun
with at least a dozen infected, but they had kept to the shadows, been as quiet
as they could manage, and had taken out what they needed when they were
attacked. The towns were always picked over, but they had been lucky on a few
occasions and found supplies. The smaller cities were also less scavenged than
the bigger ones, which helped in trying to find things to survive with.

Collin
was over by the chopping block, stacks of dead wood by his feet, and the axe he
had found while they had been going through the things on the second level,
tightly grasped in his hand. He was shirtless and stacked the last of the
lumber by the side of the church. Sweat glistened off of his body, and the
sight of his muscles bulging had Rebecca on edge with desire and heat. She
moved over to the edge of the woods, walked past the evergreens and blue spruces,
and stopped at the grave of the reverend that they had found at the church all
those months ago. Rebecca had come to this spot numerous times since being
here, maybe to pay her respects for a man that had clearly killed himself,
maybe not able handle to stress of a new world that probably felt like hell
itself. She hadn’t ever been a religious person, but that didn’t mean she
couldn’t give her respects, and say a little prayer and thanks to the man who
had clearly built this church and called it home.

When
she moved away from the grave she saw Collin was now stacking several logs
against the church. They had reinforced it to the max, and she had never felt
as safe as she did with this new
home,
and with this
man in her life.

Collin
looked over at her, grinned, and tilted his head over to the lake. He set down
the axe and moved over to her with determination. Instantly her heart started
to thunder. In the last seven months or so since they had been living in this
church alone and together, she had become closer to Collin than to any other
person she had ever met. It was strange to be with someone in a world like
this, to know him so intimately and trust him implicitly after less than a
year. Evil was right at her doorstep, but they got through it one day at a
time, and were there for each other. He might have come to her one day, saved
her life by killing others, but in that time she had come to realize that there
was no other person for her aside from Collin.

There
was always the risk of being found, or someone challenging them for their home
and supplies, but they were not about to let this place go without a fight.
They had lasted this long in a grief-filled and violent world, and it was
eat
or be eaten. She and Collin were not going to be eaten.
They grew their own vegetables, caught their own fish and hunted their own
game, and even had a rain barrel made up for the water. When they were forced
to move into a town and scavenge for supplies, they did it diligently, quickly,
and always had each other’s backs. They were a team, and although Collin was
fiercely protective of her, he gave her room to take care of herself when the
time called for it.

Collin
stopped in front of her, the sweat glistening from his body, the knives he had
strapped to his hips reflecting in the sun. “Have I told you today that I love
you?”

He
didn’t say it with sweetness in his voice, but with possession and dominance,
and for some reason that always had a thrill of arousal and warmth moving
through her. He didn’t give her a chance to respond, because in the next
instant he was gripping her behind the neck, pulling her forward, and kissing
her. He claimed her in every way, in the only way Collin ever did. He wasn’t a
man that said saccharine words often, and he wasn’t a man that cowered. He was
fierce and strong, and dangerous in everything he did. Would Rebecca still be
alive right now if she hadn’t been with him? She didn’t know. She might have
lived for over a year before meeting him, but she had been in a rut of her own,
caused by the isolation and loneliness of the world they now lived in.

He
kissed her long and hard, made her feel as though she was the only one in this
world that held his attention. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders,
pressing her breasts to his hard, muscular chest. When their clothing was off,
and they were wading in the too cold water, Collin gripped her ass with both of
his hands and pulled her close.

The
water lapped at her flesh, and just as her body was relaxing, she felt Collin
move his fingers between her thighs. He held her tightly, pulled her even
closer to him still, and she felt his stiff erection pressing against her
belly. Rebecca pulled back and stared into his eyes. He clenched his jaw, as if
he were trying to control himself.

He
moved them to a corner where an outcropping of rock sat, pressed her back to
the smooth surface, and claimed her mouth with his again. She wrapped her legs
around his waist as their kiss intensified. He broke away, trailing his lips
down her neck, and cupped her breasts in his big hands.

“If
we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

It
sounded good to her, but she didn’t voice her opinion, just wrapped her arms
around his neck and pulled him closer. She let her head fall back, and she
closed her eyes. He lifted his mouth from her neck, and in the next instant he
sucked a nipple into his mouth.

She
looked into the water, seeing his blond hair beneath the surface, darker now
that it was wet, and watched while he suckled at her breast. She gasped and
moaned deeply, while his teeth scraped over the sensitive bud. He brought his
head out of the water, the liquid dripping down his face, his expression
intense. His mouth was on hers in an instant, and she felt the tip of his shaft
press against her pussy’s opening. But before he could fuck her he had them out
of the water, carried her in his arms and into the church. He set them on the
makeshift bed they had made together, stared down at her pussy that was spread
for him, creamy just for him. He growled low. And then he was on top of her,
kissing her, and spreading her thighs wide with his narrow hips, and placing
the tip of his cock at her entrance.

“I
won’t let anyone else have you.
Ever.”
He pressed
open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. The air felt ice cold
against her back, or maybe her flesh was just too overheated. She wasn’t about
to tell him it was just them against the world, that there was no one else that
would come for her, and she kept her mouth closed. She liked hearing his
declarations, loved that they were here alone, rarely saw humans anymore, but
that he needed to tell her that she was only his. Rebecca spread her thighs
wide so Collin could fit between them. An involuntary gasp left her when his
cock pressed against her slick folds, moving away from the entrance of her
pussy.

“Fuck,
baby.” He panted against her chest, right above her breasts, and her nipples
tingled from the close proximity. “You’re so wet and hot. I want to taste you,
baby.”

She
would have let him do anything at that moment. Her mind was on hiatus, and her
body was now running the show.

“I
want to hear you say it.” He was slowly moving his lips down her chest. The
warm, little puffs of air from his mouth warmed her flesh, and had blood
rushing to the surface. Her back bowed when he latched his lips around her
aching nipple, all she could do was grip his hair and bite her lip to hold off
from crying out in pleasure. Over and over, he tormented her body, alternating
between breasts, and sucking her nipples so hard the pain and pleasure morphed
into one.

“Tell
me, baby. Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy.”

His
words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled her and she found herself lifting her
hips and crying out.
“God, yes.”

He
was poised an inch from her pussy opening, and his voice sent vibrations
through her clit, causing the bud to swell. He licked her from the entrance of
her pussy to her clit, and then slid it back down again. Collin repeated this
action until she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly. “Please,
God, I’m going to come.”