Page 41 of Cora

“Now, when fighting a zombie, it’s important to use their momentum against them. Don’t try to muscle them in onedirection when you can simply assist them in a different direction faster and give you some control. Here, attack me.” I waved Cora forward, and she looked at me like I was crazy. “Come on,” I taunted, “unless you’re scared.”

Her eyes narrowed seconds before she lunged for me. I laughed as I turned toward the side and grabbed her as she flew by, following her to the ground and straddling her. I made sure to soften her impact as she landed on the floor.

“See what I did there?” I asked, tickling her stomach lightly to make her squirm. “Instead of pushing you away from me, I followed you to the ground, subduing you and giving me the upper hand.” I hopped back up and offered her my hand to help her up.

She accepted the offer, and as I pulled her to her feet, she jumped, using me to boost her momentum. She managed to knock me off balance enough that I fell. Cora landed on top of me with a soft thud and grinned down at me triumphantly.

“You’re a fast learner, good job,” I praised. We got back on our feet, and I looked around for something to help me for my next lesson. I went into the kitchen, dug through a drawer, and found something better than what I had been looking for. I went back to Cora, who was watching me curiously, and brandished the telescopic reusable straw I had found like a wand. “We can pretend this is a knife. When it comes to zombies, you have to kill the brain function. Sure, guns are easier, but they’re loud, which will attract more zombies, and bullets aren’t growing on trees. Learning to kill a zombie with a knife is a skill you have to perfect.”

Cora took the metal straw from me, looked at it, and rolled her eyes. “Really?” she mouthed.

“Yes, really,” I replied. “It gives you something to practice with without accidentally stabbing me. Now, I’ll be the zombie, and you practice stabbing me in the head without getting bitten. Andremember, you have to do it hard enough to penetrate the skull.” I put some distance between us and then held up my finger. “Also, remember to stab me with the rubber end of the straw. And don’t stab me in my eyes or ears. The goal here is to practice without hurting me.”

Cora flipped the straw in her hand for a better stabbing grip and stepped toward me.

“Wait!” I yelled. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. We could practice on a ball or something.”

Rolling her eyes, Cora rushed forward and “stabbed” me in the middle of my forehead hard enough to collapse the straw. She winked at me before retreating. With a flick of her wrist, the straw extended again.

“I’m gonna make you work for the next one,” I promised her as I rubbed my forehead. Cora grinned as I started bumbling around like a mindless zombie. She tried to dart close to me, so I grabbed her and tried to bite her. In our struggle, I managed to get her tank top over her head before I bit her neck. “You’re dead,” I bragged.

She glared at me as we fell into our roles again. This time, she was much smarter about staying out of range of my hands. In a move that showed just how agile Cora was, she managed to get behind me and jumped onto my back, stabbing me behind the ear.

“Good job,” I told her when she climbed down. Cora pinched my shirt between her fingers and shook it before jerking her thumb over her shoulder. “What?” She pointed to her shirt on the floor and then tugged on my shirt again. “Oh, I get it! You won, so I have to take off my shirt.”

Cora nodded. This just got a whole lot more interesting. I pulled my shirt over my head one-handed and tossed it at Cora. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted the shirt to her face and inhaled my scent. Fuck that was hot. She threw this shirt overher head and settled into a fighting stance, ready for the next round. Now that there were stakes and her getting naked on the line, I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. I rushed her like an angry zombie, limbs flailing, growling, and snapping my teeth. I approached her so quickly that instead of maneuvering around me, she was forced to retreat.

I stayed on her heels, though, like a one-man zombie horde, and as soon as the opportunity presented itself, I lunged and wrapped my arms around her legs, sending her tumbling to the ground. Cora rolled onto her back and tried to kick me, but I was already familiar with that move and blocked it. She wasn’t going to kick me in the nuts again. Instead, I wrestled her out of her sweats and sunk my teeth into her inner thigh, my cheek pressed against her warm pussy. Instead of continuing to struggle to escape me, Cora’s hips jerked forward. Someone liked that.

I crawled up her body, pressing my stiffening cock against her core. “You’re dead,” I rasped before sealing my lips over hers for a deep kiss. Cora kissed me back briefly before stabbing the straw into the back of my head. “Cheater,” I mumbled against her lips, feeling them turn up in a smile. I stood, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my jeans. My hard cock tented my boxers, dangerously close to poking through the front flap.

Cora licked her lips as she looked me up and down.

“Keep looking at me like that, Ghost Girl, and the lesson will be over,” I warned her.

A troubling smile spread across her face as she moved to her knees and crawled to me. She sat back on her heels and tugged my boxers down. My cock sprung free, bouncing in front of her face. I knew I should stop her. We weren’t done training, but as her tongue caught the drop of precum threatening to fall from the tip of my dick, I couldn’t find the willpower to stop her. I moaned as Cora’s lips slid along the side of my shaft toward thebase of my cock. She licked the bottom of my dick back toward the head before taking me in her mouth.

“Fuck yes, baby,” I praised. “Your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock.” I let her suck me for a few more minutes before dragging her to her feet by her hair and slamming my lips to hers in a hungry kiss. I picked her up and carried her to the large kitchen island. Setting her down, I wasted no time removing her panties, spreading her legs, and burying my face in her pussy. I lapped at her folds, nibbled and sucked on her clit, and thrust my tongue inside her over and over until she came. And then I kept doing it until she came twice more, and neither of us could handle it anymore.

I pulled her off the counter and bent her over the back of the couch. “Hold on, Cora. You’ve driven me to madness, and I need you too much to be gentle.” I bit her shoulder and then hefted her a little higher onto the couch so her hips were supported better and she was standing on her tiptoes. I swiped the head of my cock through her folds to gather her arousal, and then I lined myself up and thrust into her to the hilt in one powerful move. I felt Cora tense at the sudden intrusion and knew she’d be screaming if she could.

I longed to one day hear that scream.

Keeping myself fully seated inside of her, I bent over her until my lips were by her ear. “You’ll probably think I’m saying this because I’m inside of you, but that isn’t the reason. I fucking love you, Cora. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was damn near close. I knew after you kicked me in the balls that I wanted to keep you. That was lust at first sight, but loving you doesn’t mean I want to possess you; it means I want to be possessed by you for as long as I live. I’m yours, Cora, forever.”

She turned her head to the side to look at me with tearful eyes and a big smile. “I love you, too,” she mouthed.

I grinned in response as my hips slid back and then slammed forward again. I set a rapid pace, relentless in my drive to push us both over the edge. When we came, my shouts of pleasure echoed around the bunker.

It’s a good thing the place was soundproof.

Chapter twenty-one

Cora

The guys were ignoring me as I glared at them over my breakfast. I didn’t want to go back outside, but they weren’t giving me a choice. Worse, they planned to purposefully set zombies loose in the yard for me to practice killing. This seemed like a wildly reckless plan. If I failed, I was dead.

No matter how many times I’ve pointed this out to them this week while they were capturing and storing zombies in one of Daddy’s sheds, they brushed me off. Told me it was just as risky to have me leave the house without the ability to fight off a zombie attack.

---