by Dia Cole
He bared his teeth, and then pulled me down for another earth-shattering kiss.
When I came up for air, my head was fizzing like champagne. I was getting high on him. On the way he made me feel.
Dominic kissed his way down my neck. Every third kiss, he would stop to suck on my feverish skin.
The sensation was devastating. My whole neck was apparently an erogenous zone. I tilted my chin up to give him better access.
He paused at the top of the sports bra in an unspoken request for permission.
In answer, I leaned back and pulled it over my head. My nipples stiffened under his hungry gaze.
“Mother of Christ,” he groaned, and shifted underneath me.
The bulge pressing against my inner thigh made me ache with need. Instinctively, I rocked my hips against him.
He growled. Dipping his head down, he drew one of my nipples into his mouth.
Oh, my.
I moaned at the exquisite feeling of his mouth latching on to me. Every pull and nibble went straight to my throbbing center. My toes curled.
He flicked his tongue against my nipple and then sucked it deep between his lips.
Each pull of his mouth and lash of his tongue sent a spear of desire from my breast straight down to the apex of my thighs.
He nipped the beaded flesh with his teeth. “You like this?”
God, do I ever.
In response, I grabbed the back of head and pressed his face against my breast. He rewarded me by turning to the other nipple and rasping it against his teeth.
A niggling voice in the back of my head tried to tell me something. I ignored it. I wanted to shut out everything out. The scratchy worn fabric of the couch. The musky smell of the garage. The bite on my leg.
None of it matters now.
The past three years, I’d been focused on taking care of Eden and Reed. I’d taken nothing for myself. I wanted something now.
I want Dominic.
I whimpered when he lifted his head and my nipple fell out of his mouth with a pop.
His mouth moved downward. His hands already tugged on the waistband of my pants.
I knew where this was going. In seconds his mouth would be between my thighs and I’d be screaming his name incoherently. I wanted that.
God, how I want that.
But I also wanted the chance to touch him.
I pushed his hands back. “It’s my turn to drive you wild.”
He reached for my inner thigh. “You do that by breathing.”
I batted at his hand. “Let me touch you. Please, sir.”
His heavy-lidded eyes glinted as he lifted his hands in surrender. “Who am I to deny a request from a beautiful woman?”
Enjoying my victory, I leaned back to take him in. The dark shadows over his jaw combined with the torn black T-shirt clinging to his muscles like second skin gave him a roguish look.
He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. But he’s wearing way too many clothes.
I lifted the hem of his shirt, needing to feel my palm on his skin.
He shuddered as I ran my fingers over his stomach up to his breastbone. The vest impeded my progress.
The damn vest.
I made a sound of frustration.
Dominic gently pushed me forward, bracing one hand behind me to keep me balanced on his lap. Then he unzipped the vest and set it beside us.
The amber vial winked at me only inches away from my hand.
The mission! I can just slid my hand over and—
Dominic pulled off his shirt, revealing the corded muscles of his chest and abs. His bronze skin was beautiful.
And it’s mine. All mine.
My mouth dried.
I’ll get the vial later. First this.
I leaned over and traced the edges of the faint scorpion tattoo with my tongue.
Dominic groaned as I flicked my tongue over each of his flat nipples.
Feeling emboldened I slid off his lap.
His eyes widened, as I continued licking my way down his body, all the while sinking to my knees.
I’m going to make him lose control.
I slid my fingers up his thighs, telegraphing my intention.
He went motionless, his hands clenched into fists.
My eyes locked with his heated ones as I unbuckled his gun belt.
It fell to the side, forgotten.
His breathing hitched as I slowly unzipped his pants. With the fly open, his erection sprang free. He was hard and ready.
“Commando. Why am I not surprised?”
He made an inarticulate sound. His concentration was seemingly focused on my fingers wrapped around his shaft. His swollen length felt like a hot brand against my palm.
He moaned as I traced the broad, fluted head. I arrowed my hand down and stroked the soft sacs underneath. They tightened under my touch.
Fascinating.
“Like this.” Dominic growled, dragging my hand back to his erection. It was as wide as my wrist and nearly impossible for me to wrap my fingers all the way around.
“How the hell would this fit inside me?” I wondered out loud.
I felt his deep, masculine chuckle vibrate through his shaft. “I’d be happy to show you.”
My thighs pressed together.
I want that. But not yet. He has to lose his mind over me first.
“Christ, that feels good.” He moved our hands back and forth on his hard flesh.
I mastered the rhythm and brushed his hand away.
A sexy groan escaped his lips. His hips thrust back and forth in time with my fist.
It turned me on seeing him like this—every sinew and tendon taut with lust. Wetness pooled between my legs as I worked him with my palm.
Fluid beaded on the smooth purple tip. Reacting on pure instinct, I bent over and licked it off with the tip of my tongue. The sweet salty taste of his cum hit my blood like a shot of adrenaline.
Dominic took a swift intake of breath. He swelled even more in my hands.
In the past, I’d never considered doing this act with anyone. It seemed degrading. How wrong I was. Feeling Dominic shudder underneath me was empowering.
I want him to writhe in pleasure and beg me to let him come.
I positioned my lips over his shaft and took him into my mouth.
His entire body seized as if hit with fifty volts. His hands fisted my hair as if he wanted to drag me away. But the first swipe of my tongue on his bare flesh had him hissing, “Yes. Yes.”
I tentatively slid my tongue around the engorged head. When I hit a spot just underneath the tip, I felt tremors go through him. I laved him there.
Peeking up through my lashes, I could see that he’d thrown his head back.
Crap. I’ve never done this before. Am I doing it right?
All I had to go on were conversations I’d had with Cami. According to her, swallowing was a big deal.
Dominic glanced down, a look of rapture on his face. “Oh, Christ. That feels so good.”
Gaining confidence, I sucked his shaft into my mouth and licked it up and down.
“With your fist. Oh, fuck.”
I worked my fist up and down in concert with my mouth.
His groans became more guttural. Then he jerked away. “Stop. I can’t take much more.”
I positioned my mouth back over him. “No. It’s my turn to be in charge. I want to taste you.”
His breath sawed in and out and his body trembled.
I pushed him back and wrapped my lips around him.
He moaned in surrender, thrusting hard against the roof of my mouth.
I relaxed my throat so I could take him deeper, the way Cami talked about. With deep satisfaction I said, “I give you permission to orgasm, sir,” against his flesh.
“Lee!” he shouted, his thrusts getting wilder and faster. Then, just as I expected him to come, he pulled out of my mouth. “I’m going to need to teach you who’s in charge here, Miss Walker.”
Waves of heat flared in my
lower belly. “Yes, sir.”
My turn.
I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Take those pants off,” he ordered. Impossibly, his erection grew even larger.
Watching in fascination as his shaft swelled, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my pants and started to draw them down my hips.
He grabbed my hands. “Slowly.”
I nodded, my legs trembling. Just as I was starting to shimmy, slowly, out of my pants, something vibrated. I jumped at the sudden sound.
Dominic lifted his watch and pressed a button. “It’s ten.”
Ten is our deadline.
Reed.
Reality dunked my hormones in a frozen lake.
I located the sports bra at my feet and shrugged it back on. “We have to get back to the office.”
And I don’t have the cure yet.
“Yeah,” he sighed as though it was the last thing he wanted to do. With a last lingering look at my breasts, he tucked himself back into his pants and clicked on his gun belt.
While he was putting on his shirt, I looked over at the vest.
This is my chance—maybe my last chance to get the serum.
Slowly, I reached over and picked it up. I didn’t expect it to be so heavy. The damn thing had to weigh forty pounds. My fingers curled around the vial. If I stole it, I might destroy the amazing thing that was happening between us.
But if I don’t, I’ll die and so will Reed.
Indecision shredded me.
Dominic looked up. When he saw that I was holding the vest, he snatched it out of my hand. “I’ll take that.”
I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. “I’m sorry.”
He blinked. “For what?”
I turned away, quickly dropping the vial into my sports bra.
For betraying you.
HEAVEN IN HELL: EPISODE 4
To survive the monsters you must become one…
With a violent gang and an unstoppable super zombie stalking their every move, Dominic and Lee have never been in more danger. Just when she needs him the most, Dominic is mortally wounded. Unsure of who or what she is becoming, Lee struggles to hold on to her humanity long enough to defeat their enemies and save the man she loves.
1
Thirty minutes after our moments of insanity on the couch, Dominic and I were still in the garage of the house of horrors.
With a grunt, Dominic wrenched my blade from the Howler’s now-severed head. “Poor bastard.”
I involuntarily shuddered, my gaze falling to the body at our feet. Dark blood oozed from the gaping wound at its neck. “Did you know him?”
“Yeah. Daniels worked for AMBER. If he’d just held on a little longer, we’d have gotten him and his family to the safe house.”
I rubbed my arms feeling a pang of sympathy for the dead man and his poor family. I couldn’t imagine having to make the same choice.
Dominic held up my knife. “Here, you’ll want this back.” He leaned forward, hand outstretched. “I can’t believe you killed a Howler.”
“We killed a Howler,” I corrected, reaching over to take my blade. My heart sped up as he clasped my hand a moment longer than necessary. Everything had changed between us. The shift was subtle, but there was something new in his eyes. Something that scared me and delighted me at the same time.
I slid the knife into my thigh sheath. I felt cockier with my knife back and my gun loaded with the ammo Dominic had found in the house.
“God, you’re sexy when you do that.” He stepped so close that his breath ruffled the tendrils of hair that’d escaped my ponytail.
I swallowed hard. His proximity made it hard to think. To breathe.
He reached out and traced the outline of my breast. “I can’t wait to pick up where we left off.” He caressed my nipple through the sports bra.
A husky moan escaped my lips. Heat pulsed through me, and every cell in my body seemed to come alive.
His mouth lowered.
My insides tightened with need and anticipation. Then I realized his fingers were inches from the hidden vial. I jerked away.
He frowned.
The guilt over taking the vial weighed on me. When he found out what I’d done, his desire would turn to contempt.
How will he know it was me? The serum could’ve just fallen out of his vest along the way.
My spirits lifted.
Maybe it will all work out with him none the wiser.
Realizing that he was still standing there looking at me as though I’d slapped him, I offered him a smile. “Sorry. I’m not used to being touched like that.”
His full lips curled upward. “Get used to it. I have plans for that gorgeous body of yours when we get back to the safe house.”
My knees trembled.
I have to cure myself before I can get back to the safe house.
Dominic bent down and scooped up the bloody pruning shears resting against the fender of the minivan. Apparently, they groomed bushes and decapitated Howler heads equally well. He set it on top of a bag he’d filled with guns from the safe. He nodded over in the direction of a small box of tools. “Grab those too. Let’s finish loading up.”
I could only nod, distracted by the way his biceps bunched and flexed as he hefted the bag into the van. My mind instantly flashed back to how he’d looked as he screamed my name in passion. I couldn’t wait for the next time I could wrap my lips around him. Warmth curled low in my belly.
I’ll make him beg for it.
The slap on my ass jolted me out of my fantasy.
He flashed me a shit-eating grin as if he knew exactly where my mind had been. “Move it, woman. The sooner we get everyone back to the safe house, the sooner we can pick up where we left off.”
Swallowing hard, I booked it over to the tools. As I bent down to pick up the box, a wave of dizziness swept over me. I stopped to feel my forehead, realizing my skin felt cold and clammy.
I don’t have much time. I need the serum ASAP.
Only one problem. Dominic’s normal overprotectiveness had tripled in intensity. Every time I’d suggested going back inside the house to grab something, he’d asked me to wait. He hadn’t let me get farther than five feet from him, and he never took his eyes off me for more than a few seconds. It was kind of sweet in a primitive caveman way, but it also made it impossible for me to slip away and take the cure.
I have to give it one more shot.
After loading the box of tools in the van, I headed to the door leading to the house. “I’m going to grab some clean clothes from the laundry room.”
He stopped midstep, an ice chest filled with ammo in his arms. “Give me a second.”
Not pausing for a second, I grabbed the door handle. “They’re right behind this door. I’ll be back in a minute.” Then I darted through.
As the door to the garage shut, the scent of death enveloped me. The door to the kitchen was ajar and the small laundry room had filled with the rank odor of human decay. Bile rose in my throat, but I forced it back.
No time to be sick again. I need to be quick.
With my back against the door to the garage, I fished the vial out from between my breasts and stared at my salvation.
The amber liquid shimmered in a small glass vial topped by a thin white cap.
The door handle next to my elbow started to turn.
“Lee.”
Crap. I need more time.
I spun around and clicked the dead bolt.
“Don’t you dare lock me in the garage. Open this door now.”
My gaze darted around the laundry room searching for something to brace the door. The washer and dryer sitting side by side with clothes and laundry supplies stacked on top of them offer no absolution. Across from the front loaders was a wicker laundry hamper and an ironing board covered with folded clothes. They wouldn’t be much help either.
He pounded against the wood. “Open the goddamn door.”
“Give me a second.”
“Lee.” There was a warning in Dominic’s tone that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
His pounding on the door made my teeth rattle.
Across from me, a box of fabric softener toppled from the top of the dryer. The box hit the ground and white rectangular sheets exploded across the tile floor.
“If you don’t open this door right now!”
“One more second.” He could punish me all he wanted later.
I have to live to see later.
Forcing some steadiness into my hands, I pulled back my waistband and peeked beneath my pants. Shock stole my breath.
Black veins traveled up my thigh and across my pelvis. Even worse, the dark spiderweb disappeared under my thong and tracked down my uninjured leg.
The virus is moving faster.
Thank God we’d been interrupted in the garage. If Dominic’s watch alarm hadn’t gone off, my pants would’ve come off, followed shortly by my head.
“Unlock the door, or I’ll kick it down.”
Behind me, the door shook so violently it knocked the serum out of my hand. The vial rolled across the tile and disappeared under the bottom of the dryer.
No. No. No!
I rushed over to the front loader.
“One second,” I called out, plastering myself to the ground. Pushing fabric sheets out of the way, I reached under the dryer. The edge of the vial was right at my fingertips.
A stack of clothes fell on the back of my head.
What the hell?
I shook the clothes off me and sat back on my heels.
Something skittered across the top of the machine.
I stared up into a pair of large pearlescent eyes.
Oh, God. The baby.
It pounced.
Somehow I caught the snarling creature. It thrashed in my grip. Its lips peeled back to reveal four sharp baby teeth. It was too strong to be a regular zombie.
Another Howler.
“Dominic,” I screamed, struggling to keep it away from my body.
The pounding on the door increased. The frame of the door cracked.
Dominic won’t make it in time.
The baby twisted and lunged for me. It was inhumanly strong. It kicked its feet wildly in the air.
I can’t hold it much longer.