Page 10 of Property of Zombie

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LUCY

When I dragged Michael to the lion’s den, my sole focus had been on chasing an adrenaline rush in an effort to override my nerves. Now that he’s buried inside of me, I can’t help but regret my decision. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to stop, but he’s not even close to a good fuck.

Maybe that has something to do with his fear of being eaten by Leo and Sarabi.

The reason doesn’t matter. What does matter is that he gets me off so we can return to the Zoobilation gala.

“Harder,” I beg, digging my nails into his shoulders.

Michael says nothing as he thrusts his hips. His movements are clumsy, and I roll my eyes at his pitiful attempt to give me what I want. Roars fill the air, which feeds my inner adrenaline junkie, but all it does to Michael is make him go limp inside me.

“Shit,” he mutters as his flaccid cock slides free, and he lowers me to my feet. “Sorry.”

Desperate for an orgasm, I reach between my legs and rub my clit, ignoring him completely.

“I could take care of that for you.”

My hand stills, and I whip my head toward the sound of the deep voice. Michael does the same, and he sucks in a breath.

“Zombie?” he asks, furiously yanking his pants up.

“Michael Martin… Fancy meeting you here.”

I dart my eyes back and forth between the two men. “You know him?” I ask Michael.

My date groans. “I do.”

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us?” the other man asks.

“No,” Michael grates out.

“Pretty fucking rude, don’t ya think?” he asks as he climbs the fence and drops to the ground a few feet away from us. “I’m Zombie. And you are?”

“Are you crazy?” Michael practically shrieks. “Didn’t you see the goddamn lions?”

Zombie doesn’t even look at Michael as he responds with a shrug. “I did.”

“They’ll kill you!”

Zombie keeps his gaze locked on me. “That true?”

“I… Um…”

“Seeing as the two of you were, well… I wouldn’t exactly call it fucking.” Zombie grins, and my pussy spasms. “You need help?” he asks, nodding to where my hand rests on my thigh.

Without thinking, I nod. Michael bristles when Zombie pushes between us.

“Cock, hand, or mouth?” he asks huskily.

“You can’t be serious,” Michael accuses, trying to shove Zombie to the side, but the big man doesn’t budge.

“Serious as a case of blue balls,” Zombie quips, his eyes locked on mine. “So, babydoll, what’ll it be?”

I want to scream ‘cock’, but I can’t make my lips work. Instead, I grab his hand and put it where I need it. The second his palm connects with my clit, my body shakes.

“Goddamn, you’re wet,” Zombie growls as he shoves two fingers into my cunt and circles my clit with the pad of his thumb. He leans forward and brushes his lips over the shell of my ear. “Never settle for less than you deserve,” he whispers.