Page 39 of Fear the Fall
“Please,” I groan, begging for him to put me out of my misery.
Water cascades over us as he continues running one hand over the curves of my body, the other holding me in place.
“I missed you,” he grunts. “Need you.”
I nod my head, a silent plea for him to take what he wants. I’m frantic for the same thing. My nails rake down his back and it only seems to arouse him more. Without a word he slams up and into me. My head falls back, and my entire body comes alive at the feel of his thickness massaging my inside walls.
I bask in the pleasure, thanking whoever is listening for this moment. Why did I avoid it for so long? Nothing has ever felt this good. Every single touch has me feeling more alive than I ever have before. A future may not be in our cards, but this right here—I’m down for it.
After multiple rounds, we both collapse in my bed, sated and exhausted.
“That,” he starts, then stops, causing me to smirk into his shoulder.
“Was incredible?” I offer.
“Beyond,” he admits.
“I promised the boys we’d hunt tonight, but I’ll admit, I don’t know that my legs will work.” He chuckles.
“We have to,” I say, wishing like hell we could stay put. “It’s one thing fighting each other, but we need to rid the world of more demons.”
He kisses me long and hard. “Promise me you’ll be careful tonight,” he requests, and I narrow my eyes.
“I’ve been fighting demons since I fell, Zeke. Nothing has changed.”
“Everything has changed,” he snarls, kissing me roughly this time. “You’re finally mine and I won’t lose you, Tori.”
His words are sobering. I have enjoyed everything we’ve shared and yes, I might be softening to the idea of more with Zeke, but he’s ten steps ahead. We can’t really move forward until I’ve told him the whole truth, and even then, I’m not sure I can allow myself to open my heart completely again.
His phone rings, saving me from having yet another argument about this pseudo-relationship. I listen to his clipped discussion that lasts for all of two minutes.
“Zombies have been spotted just off Jackson Square.”
“Zombies?” I yelp.
“Get ready. We need to go.”
I spring from the bed, locating my hunting gear. All the while I’m replaying his words in my head. Demons, werewolves, hellhound, and now zombies. War is brewing, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, we aren’t prepared.