Dark Paradise: The Apocalypse (Sons of Destruction MC Book 1)

by Glenna Maynard

  Desperate.

  Raw.

  Needy.

  Hungry.

  Delving my tongue inside her, she tastes better than I could have imagined. A taste I can only describe as her essence. It’s just Priscilla. There are no words to describe her flavor. Sliding my hands up under her ass, I hold her in place, giving her great pleasure. Rubbing a finger over her clit, I work her sensitive bud, doing my best to bring her to an orgasm.

  Her sweetness explodes on my tongue as her legs thrash beneath me. I look up at her through hooded eyes. Her head is thrown back, lips parted, fucking erotic and the most beautiful sight I have ever beheld.

  I reach into my backpack for a condom. Not because I am worried about catching something from Prissy but because this is the Goddamn apocalypse and the last thing that we need is to bring a baby into this fucked up world. But if it wasn’t the end of the world, I’d be trying like hell to make a baby with her. The thought of her stomach swelled with my child sends a deep ache through my chest. She’d be so damn sexy with her belly round and tits swelled with milk.

  Shaking away thoughts of what can never be, I tear open the foil wrapper and cover my cock before pushing inside her. She’s so damn tight. So damn perfect. Her legs wrap around my waist as I start to move. Priscilla rocks her hips meeting my every thrust. Fuck me. I’m not going to last. My balls are already tightening, eager for release. I’ve not been with a woman since the apocalypse began, making do with thoughts of claiming Prissy and my hand. Nights longing for exactly this. I want her on top. I pull out and roll to my back. Priscilla straddles me, eagerly guiding our bodies together again.

  She rides me hard and fast, playing with her nipples, taking as much as she’s giving. I can’t take it any longer I need to feel her skin to skin. As if Prissy is reading my mind, she puts her hand between us, and rolls the condom off me. Tossing it over her shoulder she grins at me and says, “I want to feel you, all of you.”

  A smug smirk of contentment spreads over my face as she grinds down on me, hot and greedy. Her hands rest on my shoulders. Our lips meet, our tongues finding one another. I circle my hips and thrust up inside her, hitting her walls as she clenches her muscles around me. A shudder ripples through her body and her warmth coats my dick. Goddamn, her cumming on my cock is better than any drug. It’s completely euphoric. I grip her hips encouraging her to ride me faster. The friction of her grinding down on me has me finding my own release. I push her off me, slapping my cock against her pussy lips as I get off.

  Prissy rubs her fingers through my semen and brings them to her lips, licking them clean and I immediately want her again. This time we go slower, me on top, whispering in her ear, telling her everything I’ve longed to say to her for years.

  Chapter 8

  —Priscilla

  Asher is smoking inside the tent, but I am too sated to care. My body is tingling all over and I am kicking myself for making us both wait so long. I pluck the cigarette from between his lips and take a puff. “Since when do you smoke?” He tries to take his Winston Light back.

  “Since you fucked me into next week,” I tease him. Sex that good can only be followed with a cigarette and a shot of whisky or four. I lost count. We pass the stolen bottle between us, the one I nabbed from that house. Raindrops pelt our tent, thwarting our plans to leave today. I have no intention of fighting the undead in the rain. No thank you. We stay in our tent for hours as the rain continues to fall. Petting each other and talking.

  “What comfort food do you miss the most?”

  “Pizza. No, wait, tacos.”

  “Mexican pizza,” Asher says thinking he is smooth. “I miss having a big juicy steak with a baked potato, and garlic bread.”

  “I want cheesecake.” I thread my fingers through his and he kisses my knuckles.

  “Hershey pie.”

  “Oh, you devil. That sounds so good.” My stomach growls. “Do you think we’ve missed breakfast?”

  “Probably.” He lets go of my hand to pilfer through our stuff. He tosses a bag of cotton candy at me. It’s no tacos or cheesecake, but it will do for now if it keeps me from leaving this tent.

  Eventually though I have to use the bathroom. I put on my jeans and one of Asher’s t-shirts, even though they are like three sizes too big. I have a hooded sweatshirt in my backpack. I will still get wet but at least it will give me some protection from the rain. I dash through the maze of tents quickly without bumping into anyone. It’s strange. I suppose they are probably in the church due to the rain.

  When I get back to the tent Asher is talking to one of the men who went on the scouting party yesterday. I think his name is Walt. I catch the end of their conversation. The older man is telling Asher our escape needs to happen tonight. Felix doesn’t intend to let us just walk out of here alive. I interrupt them, remembering what Magon said to me yesterday about the virgin bride.

  “What’s this virgin bride business?”

  Walt’s eyes grow dark. “That’s why it needs to be tonight. That bastard, Felix, is going to sacrifice my girl to one of those things.”

  “What?!?” Asher and I both say at the same time.

  “He keeps it chained up underneath the church. I think it was his brother. He has some crazy idea in his head that he can marry a virgin to an undead. Thinks if that if they procreate it will make a baby that’s blood will contain the cure.”

  “Oh, my God.” Bile rises up in my throat at the thought. He’s sick.

  Asher shakes his head in disgust. “We need to kill it.”

  “No, we need to get his daughter and get the hell out of here!”

  Walt agrees with Asher to my disappointment.

  “If we don’t put a stop to Felix, he’ll just lure someone else here and do the same to them,” Asher argues.

  “I can’t talk you out of this, can I?”

  “Nope.” He pops the P and Walt picks up my cotton candy.

  “I can get the key. I’ll come back tonight once everyone is asleep.”

  “We’ll be ready.”

  Walt hurries from our tent, taking the cotton candy with him. He needed a reason to be seen at our tent, but man is my stomach grumbling in protest.

  “This is crazy, Ash. We need to get the hell out of here,” I hiss at him. Nothing good will come from this path he is set on going down.

  “Walt has fuel and a truck. We’re doing this.”

  “We need a plan.”

  “We have one. Walt has been planning this escape for months. He came here just like we did, seeking a safe place to rest for a few days. Then Felix convinced him this was the best and safest place for him and his daughters.”

  Surprise registers on my face. “Daughters?”

  “Yeah. Felix tried this once before with Walt’s oldest daughter. She became smitten with Felix and would do anything to make him happy.”

  I feel sick. Disturbed, as Ash continues telling me the story. That Felix brought his brother up from the basement in chains and performed a wedding ceremony as the flock watched. No one stepped in to stop the ungodly ritual when the bastard attacked the girl. Felix claims his brother has been resurrected and is the leader of the new race. The dude is completely nuts. But once Asher tells me everything, I agree. We need to put a stop to this madness. Felix can’t continue to use young girls to feed his brother. Because that is all he is doing.

  We spend the rest of our morning finalizing our escape plan.

  Lunchtime comes, and we are both hungry, so we go into the church. Everyone stares at us once again and no one dares to speak to us after witnessing Asher blowing up at Felix the night before. Walt even gives Asher a disgusted look, but I know he is trying to play his part. We all have a role to play.

  Asher and I are the last to get our food. Nasty ass oatmeal again, but at least it makes me feel full. An awkward silence surrounds us as we consume the gritty slop. I collect mine and Asher’s bowls. When I take them the bin to be washed, Magon slips me a note.

  I don�
�t open it until we are back at the tent. I unfold the slip of paper and it reads one word, a warning—Run!

  —Asher

  So that little weasel is plotting. Let him come at me. I’m ready for him. I’ve taken bigger shits than him. He’s nothing but a power-hungry little bastard who enjoys playing God. His reign ends tonight. I didn’t tell Prissy because I know she worries, but Felix is going to die tonight. Walt wants the undead bastard who killed his beloved daughter and Felix needs to pay for using a child in the way that he did. He manipulated that girl. Magon sat by his side and allowed him to do it and continues to feed into his delusions. By all rights she should die with him. She’s just as sick in my eyes.

  As if she is reading my mind again, Prissy grabs my face. “You’re going to kill them, aren’t you? All of them.” Her thumb gently strokes the underside of my beard underneath my chin.

  “Yup.” I pop the P.

  “I want to help you. What they did and what they plan to do, Ash, it’s sick.”

  “You…” I kiss the tip of her nose. “You are going to get Lana to the truck while Walt and I take care of Felix and that monster he calls his brother. I don’t want you putting yourself in danger.”

  “What about Magon? She did try to warn us.”

  “I don’t know. Let’s not think about that right now. I can think of other things I would much rather be doing.” I kick off my boots not caring that the floor of our tent is becoming soaked by the rain. All I have ever wanted was to make Prissy mine and now that I have her, I am going to make every moment with her count.

  Lifting her shirt up I run my fingers along her side. “When we get back to Paradise. I am going to have Stitch, put my brand on you. Right here.” I trace the letters of my name on her skin along her pelvic region.

  “Ash…I…”

  “Shh.” I silence her. “Don’t give me any lip unless it’s to suck my dick.” I kiss her lips, tugging her full bottom lip between my teeth and nibbling. “You gave me your body, but your heart, pretty girl, that’s been mine as long as I can remember. You just weren’t ready to accept the fact.”

  She shivers, goosebumps pebbling down her arms. “I do love you, Asher.”

  “I know, you whispered it last night in your sleep.”

  Her face reddens. “Did not.”

  “Did too. You was all Oh, Asher, I love your dick. So same thing.” She punches me in the gut, and I let out an “oomph,” sound.

  “I should bite it off. That’d teach you.”

  “But then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you,” I remind her.

  “You’re the worst.”

  “But I must be the best of the worst because you love me.” I grin and pin her down on the air mattress.

  “I can’t win with you.”

  “The sooner you come to terms with it, the easier your life will be.”

  “Right. Because surviving during the apocalypse is simple.”

  “Shush.” I silence her with a kiss and do my best to make her forget about the world and plans of killing for now.

  Chapter 9

  —Priscilla

  The thing about plans is that they can always change at a split second’s notice. That note that Magon gave me, I guess she meant for us to receive the message loud and clear. To run. The thing is, Ash isn’t the kind of man who flees from anything. He’s a Son of Destruction. A bad ass biker who takes no shit. Not even from me and he loves me. He loves me so much the man would die for me. I can only hope it doesn’t come to that. We could be together for all of eternity and it still wouldn’t feel like long enough. We do belong together. I know that now as sure as I know that he loves me too, even if he didn’t say the words. I grew up with him. Spent nearly every day with him growing up and yet I feel like we just discovered one another. Our time together hasn’t been enough to satisfy the deep craving I have for him.

  Felix and four armed men entered our tent exactly three minutes ago. One of them struck Asher in the back of the head with the butt of their gun as he was showing me how deeply his love for me flows. I watched in the midst of pleasure as his eyes rolled back in his head and he went lights out. Asher’s body collapsed on top of mine and when I looked over his shoulder, I saw Walt and he winked at me. I don’t give Felix the gratification of screaming. He wanted to scare me. To get a reaction out of me but I give the man nothing. I am a wall of stone. He looks down at me waiting for a reaction that he won’t receive.

  Was this part of the plan? Did Asher know that this was going to happen? I don’t get any answers. As they cuff Ash and haul him away, Felix stays behind. His gaze moves over my body, inspecting me, wanting me. I can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t want to be turned on by me, because he hates Ash, but he is. I grab my discarded shirt even though its damp.

  “Don’t bother,” he sneers. “As if I’d dirty myself with a whore.”

  “Was that supposed to be an insult? Because I would rather be his whore or any man’s for that matter than ever allow you to touch me.”

  “Such a pity. Such a waste.” He spits at me.

  I get up to finish dressing and he flinches. Actually flinches. “You’re a pussy.” I laugh at him, taunting him. His hand goes back, and he slaps me across the cheek. It hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be damned if he sees me bothered. “You aren’t man enough for me. You hit like a bitch. I can’t wait to watch Asher kill you. I only hope he does it fast because I am sick of looking at you.”

  His hand trembles like he wants to trike me again as he starts to speak but changes his mind. He simply turns and leaves me alone to wonder what is going to happen to Asher. I start to leave the tent when Magon forces me back inside. “I told you to run,” she hisses. “Why didn’t you listen?”

  “Because I don’t take orders from you and I don’t trust you. Why would you want to help us?”

  “Because hurting innocent people was never part of our vision. If you met Phillip, you’d understand that he’s not like the zombies out there. He’s different. Not fully zombie not fully man either. He’s our salvation” She has a starry look in her eyes as if she is in a trance. “His blood is the future. He will change the world as we know it.”

  I raise my brow doubting that’s true. “Right and any minute now tiny green men are going to beam you up to their spaceship, so you can start civilization again on their planet.”

  “It’s not something to laugh at. He can communicate with us. I know he’s in there. Phillip is our God now.”

  “But he killed Walt’s daughter,” I argue.

  “You need to meet him then you’ll understand. She wasn’t the one for him. Felix got ahead of himself. Ahead of the plan, but Phillip has told us he wants Lana.”

  I swallow hard. I don’t want to meet this Phillip but with Asher taken prisoner, maybe I will have to do what he planned to do. Maybe I’ll be the one to kill Felix and his undead brother.

  —Asher

  “Fuck. Did you have to hit me so damn hard?” I squint my eyes as Walt moves to uncuff me.

  He lifts his shoulder, shrugging. “Eh, needed it to be believable and making it real was key.”

  “Where’s Priscilla?”

  “Saw her being escorted to the church by Magon. She’s fine, but we need to move fast. Felix changed his mind. The wedding is happening tonight. I won’t lose another daughter to that monster.”

  He throws me my backpack. His son snuck into my tent to retrieve it. When Walt first approached me, I wasn’t sure if I could trust him, but then he showed me the patch on his left arm. He’s a retired biker. Was hit by a semi and it shattered his hip and his left leg, ending his riding days. He settled down and had a family. His wife became infected and that left him and their three kids. After he did what he had to, he followed the signs to Salvation.

  Dressed in my jeans and my cut, I feel more like myself. Walt’s boy is supposed to be waiting for us at the back entrance of the camp with the truck. Once we do what needs to be done and I have Prissy back in my arms we are out of
this God forsaken place.

  After seeing his son safely off Walt returns with a duffle bag full of weapons: Guns, machetes, knives, and a baseball bat. I take the machete and a knife that I can slip in my boot for Prissy and my gun that Felix took away from me along with the revolver I stole from the dead guy. Once we are both armed and have extra ammunition we move in the dark to the church. The front doors are locked so I kick them in. I scan the room for Prissy. I spot her easily enough. She’s the only one wearing jeans. Her eyes meet mine and the only thing that matters is getting her safely away from this group of crazies.

  At the front of the church there is a man missing half of his face chained to a wooden cross. He is revolting to look at. Blisters and sores mark his balding head. He has a few loose chunks of hair that are falling away. I can see his teeth and bones. His skin is greying and decayed. Walt’s daughter, Lana is dressed in a white wedding gown. The poor girl is terrified. I have witnessed a lot of weird shit in my day, but this is by far the most fucked up thing yet. Felix ignores our intrusion continuing with the ceremony.

  “Brethren, we are gathered here today for a glorious occasion. God has chosen sweet and pure Lana to carry the first born of the new race. Once the marriage is consummated our future will be planted in her womb. A new day is upon us. God has spoken to me and to all of you. We hear his call. We know what we must do. Mighty forces are at work here. Can’t you hear the angels singing?”

  Walt fires a shot into the air that finally gets Felix’s attention. His guards pull guns on us and I aim my weapon at Felix. “One move and I shoot him.”

  “Walt, I am so disappointed in you, brother. I thought you were on the divine path. Your daughter knew. She sacrificed herself to make tonight possible. You’ve witnessed the Lord’s glory through Phillip.” The thing on the cross does let out a grunt like he recognizes his name, but I don’t believe for one minute that it wouldn’t attack us all and turn us. “Please, join me in witnessing another miracle, here tonight. Put down your weapons and return to your rightful place.” He motions for Walt come forward. “Lana and Phillip are our salvation we have been seeking. God has blessed their union. His son has been reborn through my brother. A new day is upon us.” He holds his hand up like he is pointing to God himself.