Love For My Zombie Kings: A Reverse Harem Zombie Romance (Zombies Rule The World Book 1)

by McCoy, LeeSha

  He doesn’t reply, he just motions me forward again, more forcefully this time.

  I take a steadying breath, but as if I can’t deny him, I take another step so only the glass and a few millimetres of air are between us.

  I crane my neck, only managing to raise my head enough to see his chest, but it’s my thoughts that turn to wishing he was naked that’s my biggest problem right now.

  I’m in-fucking-sane!

  My breaths become shallow as he lifts his hand, and with it, he lifts my head to bring my eyes to his.

  I brace myself to fall back, but an invisible pull holds me in place and it suddenly feels as if there's no glass between us. I can even feel the warmth of his body against mine.

  My sharp inhale makes me shudder as his hand slips down the glass, but he keeps his eyes on me as it travels lower, and lower, tracing my body as if I were naked.

  I close my eyes then, feeling his caress on places they're not even touching. It feels as if he's in my mind, deep inside, twisting shit... I see things: his skin coming away from his body, his fingers on parts of me they can’t possibly be.

  I see us.

  And then I feel his touch between my thighs.

  I gasp as he groans, and it terrifies the living shit out of me, in more ways than I care to admit. “Oh, God,” I whisper. I’m aroused like hell and my thong is soaked enough to wring out. We should stop, he should stop… “Thorn—”

  His touch suddenly leaves me, and I open my eyes as I stumble back, seeing him walking away from me.

  “What the—”

  I turn to the door as Zane walks in wearing his gym sweats again. He eyes me and then Thorn, who is now pretending to sleep. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing.” God, I must look so guilty right now. “He’s been asleep for a while, so I was checking on him.”

  I can tell he doesn’t believe me. I sound so damn breathy, too.

  He walks over and I quickly try to gather my shit and forget about what just happened; that I didn't just feel hands on me that were impossible to feel.

  “Meek—”

  “Honestly, Ava told me you wanted me to speak to him, so I was just trying to wake him up.”

  He eyes Thorn again and his expression settles.

  Thank God.

  He looks back down at me. “So, you decided about that drink yet?”

  His question pulls me straight out of my heated state like a bucket of ice-cold water over a raging fire. “Uh, I thought we talked about this the other day?”

  “No, you were making excuses, like usual. I thought I told you that no one here is indispensable.”

  What?? Is he trying to tell me what I think he is? “Look, nothing is going to happen between us—” He grabs my arm and I blink up at him. “Get your hand off me. Now.”

  “Look, I tried being nice—”

  We both turn our heads to the right when we hear a sharp snapping sound. Thorn has his finger pressed to the glass, and a long crack about twelve inches runs beneath it. He's in his zombie form, too, and his eyes are burning like an apocalyptic sunset.

  And they’re directed straight at Zane.

  He's broken the glass with a fingertip?

  “The fuck?” Zane yells, finally letting me go as he steps back. He practically sprints over to the door to hit the alarm beside it before running from the room.

  I turn back to Thorn and stare at him. My skin ripples in goosebumps though, ‘cause he’s still in his other form and I can see the shredded skin on his neck. I think I even feel something else for him now. God knows what Zane would’ve tried if he hadn’t just done that.

  “Thorn?”

  He lowers his eyes from the door to look at me.

  “Why are you still here if you could break this?” The realisation that he could’ve escaped out of here a long time ago, even without me giving him the codes, well, it’s a lot to get my head around.

  He keeps the tip of his finger on the glass, but he slowly raises it to point at my chest.

  My heart momentarily stops beating. “You're here for me?”

  He nods.

  But… “What about the other one? Why is he coming?”

  He keeps his finger where it is.

  The other one is coming for me, too? I shake my head again. “But why?”

  He stares back at me for the longest time, until something changes behind his eyes. “Figure it out.” He grunts before turning away as gas begins to fill his tank.

  Oh, my God, he finally spoke! His voice was so…rough, too. “Thorn?”

  He carries on walking.

  “I know that shit doesn’t really knock you out!” I hiss.

  He sits on the bed and lifts his head, but he stays silent.

  I start losing the ability to see him. Fuck! I raise my hand to the glass. “Don't stay here for me. Please. It's not safe.”

  I drop my hand as the door swings open, bringing a rush of security and containment staff storming in with it.

  “Get back from there, Miss Rishan,” security shout as they reach me.

  My arm is pulled, and I'm dragged out of the room.

  Please don't stay here for me.

  Seven

  Mikka

  I get into bed naked, fresh from my bath. I know, I know, it’s a weekday, but desperate times called for desperate measures and a shower just wasn’t gonna cut it. Tonight, I needed to relax my body. Not only because I’m stressed up to my eyeballs, but because I thought about what Thorn did to me my entire drive home and needed to finish what he started.

  And never have I cum so hard in my life.

  The images he somehow planted in my head, keep repeating like a scratched record. I even wished I owned a vibrator so I could’ve imagined it was him inside me. But trust me, the way I was rubbing the hell out of my clit, my fingers were definitely a good enough substitution.

  Every time I closed my eyes, flashes of us rushed back inside my mind, making my body tremble and the pleasure intensify to levels I’ve never come close to experiencing before. Even thinking about it now has my body heating.

  I didn’t get to see him before I left because they were moving him to another room, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about him, or what he said for that matter.

  I also overheard Ava on the phone when I left work and found out something that I don’t think I was meant to.

  They've been running top-secret tests on the next floor up, and it's worrying the hell out of me. It makes me more certain that someone hacked my Mac. It’s my own fault, too, because I was honest and told them what I’d found out.

  And that’s the reason why I haven’t called Gia, even though I’m desperate to. I don’t know if they’ve tapped my calls or something, so I’ll have to try arrange to see her on Sunday. I was right about Mister Myers’ friend being head of the country’s defence—I Googled him—so I know he’s capable of doing it.

  That, along with Zane’s almost attack on me earlier, has me worried for my safety at work, so I’ve applied for a few more jobs up north. I need to get out of this city. I don’t want to leave Thorn behind, but I don’t have a choice at this point.

  I’m secretly hoping that he’ll break out when I leave. Him, and the new Zed-Two they’ve got their claws into. I haven’t seen him yet, but if I do, I’ll be telling him the same thing I told Thorn.

  Get out of there.

  I pull my personal Mac onto my lap and open up my programme. Thorn said to figure out why they were there for me, so while I had the afternoon free at work, I decided to start with the only logical thing I could think of. I pulled my blood so I could look at my own DNA.

  My karyotype is almost ready, so I watch the remaining five percent of the bar trailing along the bottom of the screen. I’m anxious about what I’m gonna find. As far as I’m aware, I don’t have a translocation. I know I have a very rare blood type that carries an even rarer SARA antigen, though, so maybe that’s it. I believe there are only two families recorded with t
hat blood type – mine included.

  I look towards the window as I hear the zombies coming alive in the building beside my house. They’ve been quiet recently, but there’s not much food around here now they’ve eaten all the careless humans. Everyone who still lives on this road is sensible enough to get home way before dusk, so I imagine they’re having to go further afield to eat.

  I eye my monitor beside the bed and sure enough, I see an army of zombies running down the road. It’s crazy how normal this shit is now. This time last year, the most noise I’d hear from this quiet street at this time of night, would be the couples and groups of friends making their way into the city to get fucked up.

  But now, after meeting Thorn, zombies don’t even scare me anymore.

  My attention returns to my Mac screen as my programme beeps to signal it’s finished. I click it open and watch as the chromosomes begin to pair up. All seems normal, but then I frown.

  An extra piece of the short arm of thirteen sits alone at the bottom.

  I have too much thirteen?

  I click analyse, then to my absolute shock, each of my chromosomes light up, showing the extra piece attached to all of them. It’s such a minute fragment, though, I doubt it would even be visible under a microscope.

  What the actual hell? Surely, I should be affected by this? Human life is rarely compatible with extra pieces of chromosome, and if it is, it usually causes serious developmental delays and sometimes physical disabilities.

  But I’m fine…

  So what does this mean? And does Thorn know? Is that why he came to the lab? Did he somehow sense it on me when I almost ran him over?

  I blink in realisation and pull his karyotype from my online file so I can run it through my programme. The programme the lab uses isn’t as comprehensive as mine, so maybe they missed it.

  If it is there…

  I hit run and settle it beside me as I lie down. This is gonna take a while, but it will wake me when it’s done. God knows how I’m gonna sleep now, though. My stomach is full of nerves, wondering if I could be like him.

  If I could become a Zed-Two.

  Shit…

  I hear beeping and almost reach my hand out to silence it, but I’m quickly wide awake when my brain registers what the sound means.

  I sit up and grab my Mac, clicking furiously to bring up the results.

  “Fuck!” I squeal before covering my mouth.

  Thorn has the same extra pieces of chromosome in all his cells, but there’s no extra piece in his like there is in mine. I take a steadying breath and try to think about what this could mean.

  Okay, so we already know he could reproduce with a human female, but what would the outcome be if we were to? It worries me when I think about how much my head seemed to like the idea of that.

  Jesus, I need to get a grip. I haven’t even had sex, let alone seen a dick in real life, and here I am, thinking about babies. Not even human babies either, damned super-human, zombie-shifter ones.

  I shake my head as I set another sequence to run, one that will show the genetic makeup of a child made from our sets of DNA.

  Twelve damn hours run time. This must be some complicated shit…

  I groan as I rest my Mac on the bedside table to hook it up to charge. This is gonna kill me to wait, but it’s three AM now, so at least it’s not long before I can head to work. I’m sure Thorn will keep me occupied, and that’s a good thing, because I can’t risk taking this Mac with me to check the results.

  Sickness settles in my stomach when I think about what awaits me when I get there, though. Good and bad sickness. I want to meet the new arrival, so I hope they let me, but I also remember seeing that bright yellow dynamo in the stark white lab today, and just hope they aren’t going to complete another round of electrocution on Thorn as soon as I get in.

  My chest tightens.

  I don’t know if I can deal with watching that again…

  Eight

  Mikka

  I’m sent up to the top floor when I reach work. The cameras are still down and the atmosphere in the building feels off, and when I get into Thorn’s new room, my stomach twists in knots.

  The tank he's in now is made of both glass and titanium, which has electrical current running through it. There is also the huge dynamo to the right of this larger room, set up beside a stretcher. Mister Myers definitely spared no expenses when he had that made.

  The doors up here are made from reinforced steel it looks like, so if he does get out, he has that to contend with now, too. Security swarms the corridor and I noticed they had two other doors guarded up here. One, I suspect, housing the other Zed-Two, and the other…God only knows.

  Thorn spends most of the morning pacing back and forth in his tank, while I try to figure out what’s got Ava so on edge. She keeps leaving and coming back every half hour or so, and then typing furiously on her computer that’s been set up opposite to where mine is.

  She’s definitely up to something.

  The good thing about where my new desk is, though, is that I get a perfect view of Thorn from here. But a not so good thing is that it makes me think about all the times I made myself cum before I fell back asleep this morning. I've finally accepted that I’ve officially left the sane club and entered some place between depravity and insanity.

  The shit I was seeing would definitely get me sectioned.

  Thorn suddenly releases a tormented groan, and I attempt to ignore the way my body instantly comes alive with it. I noticed him at the glass staring at me about five minutes ago when Ava left again. I can see him out the corner of my eye.

  “Can you stop staring at me? I can't concentrate.”

  Silence.

  I type a few more words into my computer but soon lose all train of thought. More immoral images come, and his eyes feel as if they're stripping the clothes from my body.

  I push my glasses up a little as I give him the attention he wants. “You know what I found out last night, don’t you?”

  He nods.

  “And the results I’m waiting on?”

  He smiles, and I get the impression he’s impressed.

  “So I’m on the right track?”

  Another nod, and then his eyes lower and I suddenly start wondering if his dick changes like the rest of him does? In my fantasies, it doesn’t shed, but it is very different to the dicks I’ve seen on screen. It’s thicker, and seriously ribbed...

  I wonder which of his forms I would even get if we did go there?

  Which one would I want?

  Maybe both.

  Another groan pulls me from my daydream, but then I'm sucked straight into flaming amber eyes. Thorn hasn’t shifted, only his eyes have changed, but he’s now topless and the sight of his muscular arms and chest make me inhale so quickly, I almost choke.

  He motions me over, and like the addict for him that I’ve become, this time, I don't hesitate to go.

  His jaw clenches when I reach him, making my insides coil tightly enough to snap and scatter me in pieces across this marble floor. His attention falls on my lab coat, but as much as I want to play into his twisted game, I hesitate.

  His eyes narrow, and I suddenly remember that he could snatch me through all these barriers between us if he wanted. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him no…

  I see a trace of a smirk cross his lips, then he does that thing again, where I become planted to the floor and I can’t move my legs. “Open.”

  I shudder from being blessed with the sound of his deep, gravelly voice again. “Okay.” My fingers tremble as I unhook the first few buttons, and I soon begin to worry that I'm crossing some serious lines now.

  It doesn’t put a stop to my recklessness, though.

  My pulse races as I unfasten the last of my buttons to open my coat and show him the tight white tank I’m wearing beneath it. I’m petite in almost everything but my breasts are some of the things that aren’t, so I know he’s getting a decent eyeful of my cleavage and my nipples attempting
to cut through the fabric to get to him. They’re hard enough to cut this glass, and the titanium rods.

  His hand travels the glass again and I lean closer, pressing my breasts against our barriers to feel his touch even harder on me.

  “I’m going to fuck you soon, Mikka.”

  “Oh, God…” I breathe a moan as I rest my head against the glass. I can’t even be sure if those words were said out loud or directly into my head, but I know they were most definitely said. “Please.”

  I damn near beg him. I’m so screwed up. So fucking unhinged, I swear. My mind goes to that place, somewhere dangerous, and I’m like a puppet on his string and he's twisting all kinds of shit inside me.

  My breasts are caressed, my nipples pulled and twisted—not enough to hurt—but enough to make me lose any ounce of sense I had left in me. Then the pressure between my thighs intensifies and I begin gasping.

  “Look at me.”

  I do as he says and my breath catches. He's shifted into the other him; his skin is mottled, and his body is marred with missing pieces of him, but it’s the pure wicked danger of his expression that tips me over the edge.

  And now, I really do cum harder than I ever have. I climax so hard, I can’t even breathe through it. I’m left stunned from how hard my body shakes, and if he wasn’t holding me up, I’d be collapsed on the floor.

  I'm so fucking gone. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I rest my forehead back on the glass, the minutes quickly passing in silence before enough strength returns for me to even lift my head. I stumble back as his touch leaves my body again, and I see him back to his human self. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  He looks down and I follow to see his sweatpants tented and dampened. Did he just cum, too? Did we just have some kind of telepathic sex session?

  My breasts ache and I realise why I've been so damn horny these past few days.

  I’m approaching mid cycle…