Raven's Hell (7 page)

Chapter Six

Collin
watched Rebecca sleep, saw the movement of her chest rising and falling, and
should have felt like a sick bastard for wanting her the way he did. She may
not have come out and told him that she had either been attacked in the past,
or raped, but he had seen the truth on her face back at the store. And then
when he had said they were both survivors, he had seen that same painful and
true expression cover her face. They had been talking about bullshit before she
had nodded off. He hadn’t wanted to wake her, because clearly she was exhausted
if she could pass out with him being here. And hell, he didn’t know how anyone
could get any decent amount of rest with the moans and groans coming from the
infected right outside of this place.

He
moved closer, trying to be quiet so as not to wake her. The sun was starting to
set, and although he should turn off the lantern to preserve the battery life,
he wanted to be able to see her clearly. She was on her side with her back
toward the edge of the loft. The haystacks were blocking her from actually
rolling right off of the ledge, as were the wooden beams running horizontally.
She had taken off that big bulky jacket, and although she had several layers on
underneath it, he could see that she was a tiny thing. The shirt she wore
gapped open at the front slightly, and her delicate little collarbones were
showing. He was a fucking asshole for watching her as she slept, but there was
this possessive side of him that had reared its head as soon as he had seen
her. She was vulnerable as well as strong, and he wanted to protect her.

He
reached out and ran his thumb along the thin line of her collarbone, heard her
sigh softly in her sleep, and got hard that this woman was his. She didn’t know
it,
probably would fight him tooth and nail over it,
but she was his. Collin’s dick throbbed for release, and he closed his eyes and
lay down beside her. Placing his hand behind his head, Collin stared at the
play of light from the lantern on the wooden rafters above him. Rebecca was
breathing softly, and then shifted closer to him. He stared at her, saw how her
raven colored hair fell over her forehead, and gritted his teeth to force
himself not to touch her. It was wrong to even be
lying
next to her, to look at her face, her lips, and think about touching her in
ways that were dirty as fuck and would have them both sweaty and moaning.

God, stop thinking about this shit or
you’ll get blue balls.

She
shifted again, moved a little closer to him, but was now on her back. Her
breasts were not much more than a handful, but they were fucking hot as it was.
Her nipples were hard, too, poking against her top and having his mouth water
to pull up the material and latch onto that tip. Since the contamination had
hit Collin hadn’t had sex. Not one fucking time had he felt a woman’s warm,
soft body against
his.
Jerking off was getting old,
especially when he had been used to getting willing pussy at the snap of his
fingers.

The
sound of something banging against the side of the building was loud, echoing
off the high ceiling, and had him sitting up. She was still sleeping, and when
he sat up fully and looked over the haystacks he saw an infected had made its
way through an opening in the wall. It fell against the side of a broken down
machine. The metal fell to the ground with a loud clatter, and Rebecca woke on
a gasp. He pressed his hand on her belly, flattened it against her body to keep
her still, and felt his cock jerk because of that small contact. She made this
small noise, and he leaned forward and whispered in her ear softly.

“There
is an infected in here. We have to be quiet,” he whispered.

She
nodded, and that small movement had her hair brushing along his cheek.
 
He closed his eyes and held back his groan of
pleasure at the fact he had this female here with him, pressed so close he
could hear her breathing almost intimately.

Pushing
those desires away, he focused on the infected walking aimlessly around the
main floor. It wouldn’t be long before more infected realized they could get in
as easily as this one had. They were high enough that nothing could get them,
but once the infected knew they were up here, more would congregate, and it
would be impossible to escape the building. The window was too small to go out
of, and even if it wasn’t, they were too high up to jump out of it without
hurting themselves.

“Are
you afraid?” she asked softly, staring right at him.

He
thought about her question, knew the answer right away, but got lost in her
green eyes that were lightly visible because of the lantern. He needed to turn
it off, not draw any attention up until he could climb down and kill the
motherfucking infected, but he was transfixed. She was gorgeous, so feminine
and looking almost ethereal in this dim lighting despite the grime and dirt
around them. Collin wanted to kiss her, to just take their clothes off,
no
, tear them away until they were naked
and he was spreading her thighs. Christ, he was insatiable, and he knew that
until he was between her sweet thighs, pumping away and finally claiming her as
his own, Collin would only get even more desperate for her.

****

Rebecca
tried to control her breathing, but Collin was touching her stomach, holding
that heavy weight on her body, and it felt really good. Maybe she should have
focused on the fact a corpse had gotten into the building, but she couldn’t be
worried about anything right now. She didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t
been with a man in far too long, or if it was just him, but whatever it was had
her aroused, wet and needy, and not thinking clearly.

He
moved silently over to the lantern, turned the light off, and they were plunged
into darkness. It took a moment for her vision to clear, but then she saw him
moving back toward her, the moonlight gently playing through the small glass
window behind him. He moved beside her once again, so close that she felt his
body heat seep right into her.

She
should be worried about the infected currently in the building and that more
would probably soon follow. But instead she pictured the two of them together,
him with his big, strong body over hers, his hands parting her thighs, and
Collin guiding his cock into her. God, she wanted him badly, and she knew it
was an irrational desire. This entire time she hadn’t wanted a man, hadn’t
wanted any kind of sexual relationship. But then Collin had come along and she
felt something, really felt something inside of her, that didn’t make sense in
this fucked up world. She didn’t know him, had just met him a couple of hours
ago, but she wanted him in ways that also had nothing to do with sex. She just
wanted his presence to ease the loneliness, wanted his body to press against
hers when she slept. Was she so starved for attention and affection that she
would take it from a man she just met?

“No,
Rebecca, I don’t feel scared, and neither should you.”

And
then she did something she had never thought she’d be doing after the fall of
civilization, or after everything that had happened to her. Rebecca leaned up,
braced her hands on the wood beneath her, and pressed her mouth to Collin’s. He
tasted good, like dark spices, with a hint of something sweet and minty. They
were both filthy, and although she wasn’t going to have sex with him right now,
it felt good to have him so close, to have his mouth on hers, and just to feel
good
after so long being alone.

He
didn’t move his mouth, didn’t move anything for that matter, but then he
speared his hand in her hair, tilted her head back, and devoured her. The sound
of the corpse shuffling around below them, of it moaning and groaning off and
on, didn’t stop them from kissing. He swept his tongue out, stroked her, and
moaned softly. He tightened his hold in her hair to the point that a soft cry
of pain left her, but he swallowed the sound, masking it with his breathing.

He
broke the kiss, but had his lips still lightly pressed to hers, his breath
moving along her mouth, and her arousal growing higher. They stared at each
other, with the disgusting world all around them, the rotting corpses just on
the other side of the metal and wood that housed them, and right here, right
now, there wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to be. He consumed her and made her
feel breathless and lightheaded, and it had all come to this in a few hours.

This is insane. You’re insane, Rebecca.

All
she wanted to do was close her eyes and pretend they were in a nice place,
surrounded by clean things, and nothing was stopping this from going further.

“As
much as I want to continue this, and have it go further, I think we need leave
before any more find themselves in here and make things worse. Right now I can
handle a few infected and stay unnoticed by the other assholes, but if this
building gets swarmed with the motherfuckers we might have a problem,
especially since I don’t have a gun.”

His
voice was so low, so deep, that she felt it down to her very soul. He groaned
something unintelligible, and then tightened his hold on her hair and kissed
her again. With one final sweep of his tongue along her bottom lip, Collin
pulled away.

She
wanted him to continue kissing her, to hold her close. She had been alone,
dodging shady humans, killing infected, and making sure she wasn’t bitten or
scratched so she wasn’t infected, yet she felt like no one else was around. She
was always alone, so utterly,
heartbreakingly
alone.

Having
Collin so close, even after just meeting him hours before, made her feel as
though she could get through this ugly, hateful world. It was illogical to feel
this way, to want him like she did. Was she so desperate that she was looking
for comfort from the first person, the first man that had come along and didn’t
try to take something from her that she wasn’t willing to give? Her thoughts
were halted when the sound of more metal scraping came through. She pushed
herself up and looked over the haystacks. Another corpse was finding its way
through the opening in the wall, the same way the other corpse had gotten in.

“We
need to go now while we aren’t overrun by the bastards,” Collin said gruffly.
“Pack up what you can carry.” Then he was moving away from her and grabbing his
items.

She
got up and grabbed her jacket, put it on, and started shoving anything and
everything she could into her backpack and tote. She couldn’t carry everything,
and as she looked around at her little makeshift stove, at some of the extra
weapons she kept up here just in case, this part of her grew disappointed that
she was leaving her safe haven. Or at least it had been safe. Rebecca watched
as Collin grabbed the ladder, and as quietly as he could manage, lowered it.
There was some banging as the wood hit the loft, but the infected that was
already inside didn’t take notice because the other one was still trying to get
through the side of the wall, and the noise it made drowned out everything
else. But that noise was also causing the sick outside to get more restless,
and that was why they needed to leave.

Collin
went down the ladder first, and once he reached the bottom he quickly made his
way over to the roaming corpse. She watched from the loft, knowing that he
wanted her to stay up here even if he hadn’t specifically said so, and saw him
take out the man that groaned out low. It was a quick stab to the infected
man’s skull, and then Collin went over to the woman that was still trying to
get through, clearly stuck halfway in the wall’s opening. The contaminated
woman was struggling to get her arm free as it was stuck between parts of the
wall. Even from the distance and height Rebecca could make out the skin and
muscle being torn from the corpse’s body as she struggled to get through to
them. But the infected woman was oblivious to anything aside from the fact
Collin was close by. She reached out with her other arm, trying to grab him
even though he was feet from her. She opened her mouth, made this low, wet, and
filthy noise from the back of her throat, and became more frantic to get
through. Her flesh continued to tear from her arm, and dark blood oozed onto the
ground. But the walking corpses felt no pain. Collin moved over to her, grabbed
a chunk of her hair, and tilted her head back. He plunged his knife in her eye
socket, and when the infected slumped forward, finally dead for good, he
removed the blade and wiped it on the tattered and stained shirt she wore.
Rebecca couldn’t breathe. Collin had taken those two out without any emotion on
his face. He had been like a machine, a well-oiled, dangerous, and heartless
machine. But in this world that was how someone survived.

He
walked over to the window and looked out of it.

“We
need to leave, Rebecca.
Now.”
He turned from the
window and moved back toward the ladder. She was already making her way down
it, but it was slow in going as she had to keep adjusting the bags on her
shoulders. When she finally reached the last couple of slats Collin had his
hands around her waist and lifted her from the ladder. He held her for a
second.

“
Shhh
,” he said softly against her ear. The sound of moaning
and groaning became even louder, and then there was banging on the windows as
the infected made themselves known. When they saw Collin and Rebecca they made
this loud screeching noise, and clawed at the building. Collin grabbed her hand
and they made their way quickly out of the warehouse, and out through the back
way where they had entered.