Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Dalton
Keeping my erection is a monumental task as I stare down at Rayna.
She isn’t the problem, though. She’s perfection, with her dark hair and the fire in her eyes and the way her breasts swell with each breath she takes.
The taste of her salty-sweet pussy still clings to my lips, which is definitely helping.
The dead bodies? Not so much.
I line myself up outside her entrance as I pretend a dead man isn’t glaring right into my soul. His grey-green eyes stare sightlessly, but I feel like he’s scrutinizing my every move.
Leaning forward, I turn his head toward the wall, and the woman’s screeching rains down from the ceiling. She yells something about my unclean hands, but I can’t hear her through the melee occurring around her. It sounds as if a brawl has broken out above us.
“Good,” Rayna moans. “Let them tear each other apart while you tear me apart.”
Oh, fuck. When she talks like that, she turns my dick into fucking rebar. I want nothing more than to pound into her until she’s forced to beg me to stop, but there is still the issue of the dead people. It doesn’t help that I feel cold fingers on my thigh as I scoot closer.
My eyes land on that warm place between Rayna’s legs, and my will returns. If I have to rub against dead people to get me a little closer to heaven, so fucking be it. Besides, if we want them to rush down here so that we can fight, we have to give them a good reason.
And I think that’s exactly what Rayna wants.
Gripping her thighs, I raise Rayna’s ass and slide her entrance against the head of my aching cock. She arches her back, begging for me to enter her as her breasts jiggle from the movement. With a sharp yank, I impale her.
“Fuck!” she cries. Her fingers fly to her nipples, and she gives them a rough squeeze.
I lower my hand to her clit, but she pushes me away with a shake of her head.
“Use Mike,” she says with a devious glint in her eyes. “Make me come with Mike’s hand, Dalton.”
“Oh, bones, you sick little fuck.”
The smile on my face is completely contrived.
If we weren’t in this situation, I would argue with her.
Yeah, she’d get her way in the end, regardless, but I have to put up a stink.
Because this is just so far out of my comfort zone.
But needs must, so I reach into the pile of bodies and pull up a hand.
On the third try, I find fingers that aren’t as badly decomposed as some of the others. This is a feat, seeing how I’m currently fucking the shit out of Rayna as I search with only my hands. I really don’t want to see Mike’s face as I use his icy fingers to pleasure my girlfriend.
With each thrust into Rayna, I yank on the arm until it drapes over her stomach. I’m fairly certain I dislocated Mike’s shoulder in the process, but I’ll apologize later. I press the fingers against her clit, and her back arches off the body pile.
“The temperature difference . . . fuck, it’s amazing,” she moans. “You’re going to make me come so hard!”
She screams this last bit, and that silences the speaker overhead. Bumps and bangs still reach us, but they’ve pulled the woman away from the mic, at least. Now it’s a race.
Because I know my bones.
“You better fill me before they get down here,” she whispers with a devilish smirk.
I nod. “Way ahead of you.”
With a smile, she stretches her arms above her head, allowing her skin to caress the mass of carcasses beneath her.
My disgust shifts to something more feral as I watch her move.
I like the blood and violence. She likes the death.
But there is something about the way she looks when she’s reached the apex of pleasure, when she’s surrounded by bodies and decay, that transcends what murder can do for me.
Rayna is and always will be my greatest turn-on.
I pick up the speed with Mike’s hand as footsteps barrel across the floor overhead. Her pussy clenches, squeezing me to the rhythmic beat of her heart. My balls draw up as her eyes close and she cries out, and we reach our edges simultaneously.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screams as her thighs quiver against mine. In a state of blind ecstasy, she reaches back and grabs dead hands, dragging them over her body as she moans through the intense orgasm.
With a groan, I lean forward and fill her.
The upstairs door practically screams as someone wrenches it open. More footsteps pound down the basement stairs, and there’s a scuffle just outside the door.
“Hurry, grab the cans!” Rayna whisper-shouts as she scrambles out from beneath me. She stumbles a bit on her way to the metal cabinet, then giggles. “Shit, I didn’t consider how that post-orgasm haze might affect us.”
Fuck. Neither did I. I feel ready for a nap, not a fucking fight.
But as the door swings open and Samuel’s hulking frame steps into the harsh light, I force myself to my feet.
With my dick swinging free between my legs, I lunge toward Rayna and catch two large cans as they fly toward my chest. I wheel on my heel and raise one of the cans, ready to strike, but Samuel doesn’t charge us.
With his hands held out before him, he licks his lips and looks at the ceiling as he speaks. “Please cover her nakedness so that I can secure the two of you. My mother is very—”
“Shit, we don’t even need the cans,” I say with a laugh. “We have a cult full of nudity-phobics on our hands, bones.”
Rayna giggles and sets her cans at her feet. “Aw, do my nipples frighten you, Sam?”
He clears his throat, still keeping his gaze fixed on the ceiling tiles. Why couldn’t he have shown this much restraint before? If he’d avoided looking at Rayna from the beginning, we might have had a much different outcome. Granted, I still would have wanted to kill him, but still.
“Please,” Samuel pleads. ”Only my brother can see her when she’s nude. Cover her up so that she’s clean.”
Rayna steps forward. “So you can’t look and you can’t touch, and you expect us to just obey you?”
Samuel takes a step back. “I’ve disabled your car, so there’s no escape. If he claims to love you, then he’ll see the sense in this. He’ll let you live, even if it means he has to die.”
“You’ve been reading too many romance novels, dude.” Rayna looks back at me and motions for me to follow her. “We’re leaving, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us.”
“You can’t leave. You don’t understand.”
“Dalton, let’s go.”
She steps back and grabs my hand, giving it a tug as she steps forward, but I don’t budge. He has a point. If I loved Rayna, I would want her to live. And I do love Rayna.
But what he doesn’t count on is my selfish nature. I love Rayna, but I refuse to allow another man to touch her. If that means we die together, so be it. And I know she wouldn’t want it any other way.
I grip her hand and pull her into me, kissing her hard on the mouth. I break the kiss and look into her eyes. “We escape together or not at all, right?”
She smiles up at me and nods. “And that means Van Gogh too?”
“It means Van Gogh too. Now let’s get out of here and find our son.”
Hand in hand, we push past Samuel and head up the stairs. At the top, the woman sees us, lets out a scream, and faints on a dusty red couch. A man—I assume her husband—averts his eyes and hovers over the woman, fanning her face and muttering something about God.
“Give me your keys,” I demand.
The gray hairs on his head quiver with rage as he stares down at the wheezing woman. “It won’t do you any good. We’ve retrofitted all the vehicles with a kill switch. They can’t leave the town.”
Rayna laughs. “Who said we need it to leave town, grandpa? We’ll tear all through your city for as long as we want, and we’ll do it naked.
You won’t even be able to watch us burn your house to the ground.
” Rayna steps closer, and he cowers. “Or maybe we won’t burn it to the ground.
Maybe we’ll just drag our uncovered assholes on every kitchen counter. Then we’ll fuck in your bed.”
“Make it stop! Make it stop!” the woman wails.
“What do you want from us?” the man asks.
I scoff and step forward. “Oh, so now you want to be helpful? Now? Fuck you. Now we’re going to make you assholes miserable on principle.”
“Don’t forget that I have your precious squirrel.” Samuel’s voice registers behind us, and we turn around. He’s facing the opposite direction, but he still wants to be part of the conversation, I guess. “If you’ll agree to leave town, I’ll give him to you and fix your car.”
Rayna and I look at each other. I’m a little disappointed, not gonna lie. Making these people miserable was starting to sound like a fun way to spend this Halloween.
“That’s all we really wanted,” she whispers.
The man clears his throat, but Samuel is the one who speaks. “Not her. She has to stay. She has to save my brother.”
“I don’t know what sort of creepy shit your brother is into, but this creepy shit is mine. No deal,” I say. With that, I grab Rayna’s hand and head for the front door.