The undead seek human captives for sex.
Boston is hostage to a blizzard & zombies roam the icy streets. Hayden Thomas, tabloid writer, discovers a zombie tribe that lives off constant sex with humans instead of eating their flesh.
Mattie, one of the...
The dizziness of coming to was more intense this time. Hayden opened his eyes and stretched his arms, sliding them to his sides. A chain rattled. He tried to lift himself. Again, the sound. Fighting a thickness in his mind, he pushed harder to get himself upright. The reward was a sharp snap to his neck and a shooting pain down his back. He reached up, his fingers curled around a ring circling his neck. He tugged, rough steel cut into his palms and there was more rattling.
"Rachelle?" He crawled backwards to create slack, sat upright then yelled again, searching the small cabin room as he called her name.
"She's fine. Probably having the best time she's had in a while." Mattie moved into the room from a corner, her eyes glowing green. "Except for last night, I mean. That was exceptional, wasn't it?"
She sat on the edge of the bed, lantern light casting shadows on her face, and threw back the brown blanket, exposing him. He was naked, his cock partially erect. "Your girlfriend is both curious and enthusiastic. Very nice." She ran her cool fingers up his shaft. The muscles of his thighs twitched and more blood flooded to his dick.
She looked up. "You're enthusiastic too."
Hayden gritted his teeth against the want curling through him, heating his cock and reminding him how it felt to thrust into Mattie's icy body. He turned away. Beyond the edge of the bed, fire brightened a squat wood stove. Two cast iron pots hung from ceiling hooks. About three feet from the stove was a square table with two wooden chairs. The window was above the table, but there was nothing visible except blackness—a never-ending night. Mattie continued staring at him, her eyes flickering, mouth softer than usual. And her scent. It was there too, coating Hayden's skin like a fine mist.
"You know." She smiled, moving her gaze back to his eyes. "I think I forgot to thank you. I told you to make it good, give me something worth watching, and you did. She stroked his balls, causing a shiver to rip upward from his crotch. "I appreciated your effort."
"I didn't do it for you."
She continued caressing him. "I was part of it, though. Wasn't I?"
Hot flames of fierce hunger flared deep. There was no point in denying what she already knew to be true, so he nodded. She squeezed his shaft then jerked her hand up and down as she bent to lick the tip, her hair brushing his thigh as she worked to make him harder. Hayden stiffened his spine, fighting the stab of piercing pleasure as every nerve in his body simmered, ready to be ignited.
She licked, taking her time, sliding her tongue around his tight skin. "Lay down. I'm going to suck the cum out of your cock."
He wanted to resist but her hand was curved around his shaft, gliding up and down.
"I need it." She paused. "You can either settle back and give it to me, or I'll shove you back and take it." Then she stroked him again, the coolness of her hand now familiar on his skin. "I really do like you." Looking up at him with her green gaze, she added, "Much better than my last one."
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