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NOAH

H e reaches forward, running his fingers through my blond, curly locks before cupping the back of my head. I swallow the saliva that begins to pool in my mouth. Cupping his balls, they feel heavy in my hands as my lips part, ready for a taste.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” Reed demands. Holding the base of his cock, he taps his tip against my mouth. Opening wide, Reed slowly pushes himself into my mouth. I hold my breath as I feel his tip hit the back of my throat. He holds himself there, buried deep inside my mouth.

“Fuck,” he mutters. Pulling out slowly, my saliva coats his cock. He pushes back in, my throat expanding as he doesn’t stop until my nose hits his pubic bone.

Reed's thrusts grow more forceful, my eyes struggling to stay locked on his. My cock leaks at the sounds coming from Reed. His grip tightens in my hair again.

“That’s it, love, take it like a good boy,” he growls.

His hips snap forward, his thick length buried so deep inside that my eyes water, blurring my vision. Reed holds himself there for a long minute, watching me struggling around him. His nostrils flare, and his expression tenses.

Suddenly he’s pulling back, barely giving me time to catch my breath before he’s pulling me up, capturing my lips in his. I moan into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Reed trails his hands down my bare back, gripping my ass cheeks. My breath hitches when he pulls them apart, a finger pressing against my hole. Between Reed’s tongue dancing around mine and his finger teasing me, I’m shivering against him. Anticipation grabs me around the throat. As much as I want to drag this on, I want him inside me. It’s been too long—two hours to be exact. But it feels like forever.

“Reed,” I whine.

“Patience, love.”

I bite down on his lip before kissing it better. I shouldn’t push him, but I need him like I need air.

My breath hitches as he pushes his finger into me, sliding it in and then out. I try to push back— smack.

“Fuck,” I hiss against his mouth. A low chuckle leaves him as he squeezes my asscheek. Eventually he adds a second finger and then a third. Scissoring me open, I wither against him, barely able to hold on. My cock leaks profusely, dripping onto his bare stomach.

Reed removes his finger, making me whine. I pull back slightly, watching him reach over to the side table and grab a bottle of lube. I smile, glad Mallory pointed out a sex shop on our way back to the cabin. Don’t get me wrong, I’d fuck without lube, especially with Reed.

Squeezing a good amount onto the fingers, he reaches back once more, lubing my hole.

“Oh God,” I breathe, my finger digging into the pillow behind him. Reed smiles, removing his fingers before I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. I hold my breath as he presses into me, sliding all the way until his hip bones hit my ass.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He hisses, pulling back before thrusting into me again.

“Yes, yes, fuck,” I moan. He moves faster, the bed creaking under pressure. His hands grip my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as he fucks me. Our eyes lock, emotions pouring out. My cock rubs against his stomach, my balls drawing up tight.

“I–I’m—fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” I mumble, slamming my lips against his.

“Hmm, I think you can wait.”

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 always rainbows 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—half zombie—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.