Page 91 of Uprising

I shake my head, a wave of emotions pouring over me. Reed kisses along my chin, down my neck, sucking on my skin as he squeezes my ass. He thrusts up harder into me; I’m sure everyone can hear us in here.

My body trembles, wave after wave of pleasure consuming me.

“Please, please, fuck—Reed!” My voice shakes.

“Cum,” he demands. As if my cock has a direct link to his words, my body tenses, cum shooting over his stomach.

Reed's body tenses, thrusting deep into me, his cum exploding inside me. “Fuck!” He growls. My body falls against his, both of us breathing heavily. It’s not until his dick softens that he slips from me.

My eyes drift close, my body relaxing against his as sleep pulls me under.

* * *

Life wasn’t alwaysrainbows and butterflies.

Even before zombies roamed the earth.

There was always this hole in my chest, where the love from my parents should have been. But they were always more worried about themselves and their projects. The absence of their love left me broken and unable to grow attachments to anyone.

Until Reed.

Until him, I had no idea what unconditional love meant. To lay my life in someone's hands and trust them to protect me no matter what.

I’m no longer lost, no longer feeling like my life is hanging by a thread. I feel complete, whole, and alive.

So while the world is unraveling and chaos is pressing against us. I’m not afraid. I have Rue and Mallory, the two best friends I could have asked for.

And I have Reed.

His love is fierce, controlling, and overwhelming. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because even if everything falls apart, we have each other.

Forever.

* * *

The thing about being a zombie—halfzombie—is that I still have the urge to bite people. I still want to taste their flesh, eat their insides, and play with their organs.

And right now, all I can think about is sinking my teeth into his neck, tasting his meaty flesh. I bet he would taste good.

Epilogue 2

WRITTEN BY LORALAI BLAKE

MAVERICK

“Are you ready, Maverick?” Mallory’s excited squeal pierces through the dressing room door.

“I’ve been ready for the past ten minutes.” I respond with a chuckle.

The knob to the dressing room door slowly turns, and out struts the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her pale skin glows from the setting sun drifting through the broken window beside her. Long blonde hair cascades down her back, swirling around her waist that’s currently covered in some strappy contraption. My eyes drift down her toned legs to the black stilettos strapped to her feet. Licking my lips, I pull my eyes back up her body, stopping on the leather straps that are crisscrossed over her body, hiding just enough, but she might as well just be naked. Her blue eyes shine with mischief as she twirls around on the ball of her foot and strikes a pose up against the doorframe. Her perky ass is on full display as she peeks over her shoulder to wink at me. My hands clutch the arms of the chair, the leather squeaking from the force.

“Do you like it, Master?” She asks as she turns back around to face me, a blush creeping up her neck and her chest heaving with every breath. If my mouth was open right now, then I know there would be a string of drool falling from it. All I can manage in response to her question is a brisk nod of my head, my cock already straining against the zipper of my jeans. Soundlessly Mallory drops to her knees on the dingy shop floor, and the sight of it breaks me out of my lust-filled stupor.

“Fuck, Mallory.” Stumbles from my mouth as she slowly crawls her way towards me. Her ass sways in the air with each movement, while the tips of her hair drag against the floor. Part of me cringes from seeing her hair drag through the dust because I know she will not be happy about it later. But the other part of me just wants to wrap her blonde locks around my fist while she takes my cock.

She finally makes it to me, sitting back on her heels, hands reaching up to grip my knees. Pushing my knees apart and then wedging herself between them. I dig my heels into the floor and grip the chair tighter because this is her show and the tiny brain between my legs won’t be ruining this. Her nails scrape up my thighs as they reach for my belt buckle, undoing it in one fluid motion before dragging my zipper down. The only thing I can focus on right now is her breast heaving against the straps crisscrossing her chest. Her right nipple threatens to break free from its confines. Before Mallory delves into where I want her most, she looks up at me, waiting for my acceptance, which I give to her easily, “Go on, Pet, take what’s yours.” She wastes no time pulling my hard cock out; her fingers wrap around it effortlessly, precum leaking from the tip. Her plump lips wrap around the tip of my cock, and I swear she’s trying to suck my soul out of it, not that I would actually mind right now.

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