Sometimes editors know best... but it's hard for an author to toss away a scene... so I give you Corey The Tooth Pincher deleted from Chapter 2 of Zombies Blow.
Corey the Tooth Pincher Deleted Scene from Chapter 2
“Suck me!” the stranger demanded. His hand tightened in Jackson’s hair.
Corey growled.
Oh, shit! Jackson saw the nerve underneath Corey’s eye twitch, a warning someone was going to be sorry if they didn’t back off.
Jackson slid his mouth off the guy’s cock and along the side of the shaft so he could reach Corey’s lips with his. It was like kissing around a dick but sometimes, just knowing they were in this together calmed Corey.
Corey Anderson was Jackson’s mate, and they’d been together almost as soon as Jackson had transitioned into being a zombie. Corey was kind, sweet, and he longed to serve. Jackson wouldn’t trade him for anything or anyone. He had never known anyone who enjoyed blowing a guy as much as Corey. Jackson could take it or leave it unless it was Corey, but Corey actually loved the activity.
Here in Club Zombie’s BDSM room, they were on their knees sucking on a Dominant… looking for their third mate. So “suck me” wasn’t an outlandish request, but the guy’s tone….
“Come on, faster, you little bitch,” the Dom snarled, pulling on Corey’s hair.
Oh, no. Corey would not appreciate—
“Ow!” the demanding Dom hollered. He pulled away cupping his dick.
“Problem?” Alex appeared like an overzealous hall monitor. Granted, it was his role this evening to ensure the safety of all who played. Which was good but also bad, because Alex wouldn’t let anything slide.
“Fuck! He bit me,” Suck Me Now Dom complained.
Corey batted his eyelashes. “Oh, so sorry. Ever since I got my braces off, I have trouble—”
Oh, sweet Jesus! Jackson barely restrained the snort. His mate was not someone who tolerated jackass randoms who thought they were owed something.
“How old are you?” The guy clenched his fists and frowning, loomed over the very young-looking Corey.
Jackson stood to his full height of six foot three and narrowed his gaze on the would-be Dom. “Now it’s my turn not to like the tone you’re taking.”
“But that little bastard bit my dick.” He held his junk and gestured at Corey.
“To be fair, I think it was more of a tooth pinch….” How Corey maintained a straight face was anyone’s guess.
Mr. Dom sputtered.
The only thing that stopped Jackson from taking the asshat apart was Lafayette and Beau’s hands on his shoulders, holding him in place.
He put up both hands in surrender. “I’m good. You know me.”
They did, which was why Lafayette patted him on the back but didn’t drop his massive restraining hand.
Beau gave him a kiss on the cheek. “He’s not worth getting blood on your hands for. Corey doesn’t do gore.”
Jackson nodded, though he didn’t completely agree.
Alex examined the man’s equipment or as much as the angry Dom allowed, and concluded, “It doesn’t look like you need first aid.”
“It’s fine. I’m out of here.” The guy zipped up and left in a huff.
Folding his arms over his chest, Alex cocked an eyebrow. “Corey, he had teeth marks on his cock.”
“Oops.” Corey shrugged in a poor attempt at feigning innocence.
He was so fucking adorable, Jackson couldn’t help but swat him on the butt.
Corey moaned and cuddled into Jackson with a sly smile.
Frowning, Alex gave Corey an “I’m disappointed in you” look that did nothing except make Corey roll his eyes.
“The guy was lucky I didn’t chomp off his cock and balls.” Corey grinned with all of his teeth and clamped them together several times as if to demonstrate.
Cutter, Alex’s mate, sidled up to Alex and was immediately tucked under Alex’s protective arm.
“Hey, Cut. Sorry for needing your mate to supervise me.” Then Corey glanced around and asked, “Where’re Storm and Ulrich?”
“They scheduled a bubble bath with hand jobs… while we are here.” Cutter beamed at Alex.
Corey’s lower lip puffed out, and he sighed. All the teasing defiance leeched out of him.
Alex huffed out a breath, like he was gearing up to a lecture, and Corey must have noticed the direction had shifted, so he nudged Jackson in warning. “Jackson and I are leaving. Our Master isn’t here.”
“You mean our third mate?” Sometimes Corey switched topics and gave Jackson whiplash.
Corey shrugged as he tried to hide the despair growing in him. “You say mate I say master….”
“Sure. Come on eunuch-maker-in-training.” Jackson interlaced their fingers and guided Corey home.
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