“Micah, what’s wrong?” I came around to him and glanced out the window before my throat tightened, and my body froze.
Out by the barn were two large bears with their flesh torn and fur matted as they made feral noises so faint from inside that I could only hear them if I focused on it. Their large paws clawed at the barn, making good-sized scratches in the wood as they tried to get inside as if they knew there were uninfected animals there.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, pressing my hand to my throat. “How long have they been out there?”
“Only a couple of minutes. They just started going at the barn,” he rasped, turning around sharply as he went for hislongbow and grabbed a few arrows to hand to me. “Let’s put them down.”
I held them close and nodded, letting him lead the way to the door. He opened the door, then backed the bow, nocking an arrow before nodding to me, and I opened the screen door with a metal screech.
He lifted the bow and walked forward to the end of the porch and shot, hitting the closest bear through the head.
It dropped, and the second bear stopped scratching at the barn before sniffing the air and turning its face toward us. I rushed over and handed him another arrow, and he pulled back the bow and shot, barely missing the head as it jerked forward. The arrow embedded itself into the barn behind it, and fear rushed through my veins as it took off toward us.
“Arrow, now!” Micah shouted, and I handed it to him with a shaky hand.
He grabbed it, pulled it back, and waited until it came closer before he shot the bear in the head.
The bear landed near the bottom of the steps of the porch, and a breath of air wooshed out of my lungs as I handed Micah the last arrow he’d given me.
He pried my fingers off the plastic coated arrow before taking it and grabbing my hand, leading us back inside.
The warmth bathed us as we stepped in, making me realize just how freezing it was outside.
He let go of my hand to shut and lock the door, then he placed his bow and his arrow next to the door before hauling me up and walking over to sit me on the kitchen counter.
“Do you think the horde made the bears?” I spread my legs for him to step between and plant his rough hands on either side of my face. “I’ve never seen any infected animal on this ranch before.”
“Yeah, darlin’. I think it was the horde. When hordes come through, especially of that size, they infect anything and everything they can in their path.” His thumbs rubbed my cheeks before he slid one hand down around my throat and the other down to untie my robe and pull it apart.
“What if that noise woke someone up,” I whimpered, his hand tightening around my throat before he tilted his head, hair falling in his eyes.
“I don’t hear anyone moving. Besides, I need to feel you.”
“You do?” My voice wobbled, but I did nothing else to stop him as he yanked my panties down my legs and let them hit the floor.
“Of course I do,” he rasped as his hand slipped up my shirt and squeezed my breast, thumb flicking over the nipple and shooting tingles through me. “We’re in the goddamned apocalypse, darlin’. And you’re the first speck of happiness I’ve found since before it started.”
“I feel the same,” I moaned, my pussy throbbing with an ache that needed to be filled.
“Shhh. We don’t want to wake anyone up.” He tightened his grip even harder on my throat, but he was still careful with where he was squeezing, and he slid me to the edge of the counter and moved his hand to free his hard cock from his pants.
Nudging his blunt head against my soaked slit, he quirked his lips into a smirk before he tugged me closer. “Can you be quiet? Or should we wait until later?”
A whimper tore from my throat. “I can be quiet.”
“Good girl.” He gave a soft chuckle before he surged forward, entering me fully in one thrust as his lips descended on mine.
My body jerked at the sudden invasion before relaxing, and I wrapped my hands around his wrists as he kissed me passionately.
His mouth and mine moved in sync as I kept my legs spread for him, loving the feel of him inside of me, of him thrusting his cock into me over and over again as his hand stayed tight around my throat.
He broke the kiss, rolling his hips harder into me with a low moan.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I held onto his wrist for dear life, biting my lip hard enough for pain to ripple through it.
“You’re being so good, darlin’, so quiet.” He quickened his pace, moving his hand from my throat up to where his fingers curled around the back of my neck and his thumb pushed down on my lip until it fell from between my teeth. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He plunged his thumb into my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around it and sucked as he fucked me harder and harder until he tensed, spilling into my heat as my orgasm crashed into me full force.
