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

by McCoy, LeeSha

  I tap it and the sound of the shutter lifting hammers through the silence.

  Until it stops.

  I wait for the door to open, but it doesn't, so I step forward to open it myself.

  I step back as they come inside, one by one, but I keep my hands on the door. I need to. Their sweet smells consume my senses, but they’re also uniquely different. There’s a metallic undertone that makes me wonder if they’ve just eaten.

  I breathe in a steadying breath and take a second as I close the door behind them, but the way my nipples harden to marbles beneath my gown doesn’t miss me. My mind starts spinning with all kinds of outcomes from this. Are these my last few seconds of being a virgin?

  Are these my last few moments of being human?

  I turn, not bothering to close the shutter again, but I immediately shudder. I look between them all, finally seeing all their faces. There’s one who looks like Thorn, and I see the one who was captured by ZoNaR’s sister lab up in Cheshire, who must be Pin.

  Differences and similarities aside, they’re all gorgeous. Five black Kings with piercing eyes and beautiful dark skin, and when they pull down their hoods, I can see the scars on their necks.

  How the tables have turned. This time a few days ago, two of these men were the ones caged, and now, I'm locked in here with five of them.

  They’re not in their zombie forms, and I'm not sure if I'm a little disappointed. Just looking at them makes all my inner muscles coil, though.

  God, I need to get a grip on this. Maybe this isn't what I think it is. Maybe they’ve just come to talk.

  Those faces don’t look like they’re here to talk, Mikka…

  They’re all staring at me, their eyes travelling up and down my body like I’m… food.

  “Oh, sweetness, you are,” Blade says before turning to Thorn, and I remember that they can all hear my thoughts.

  Thorn nods before pointing to Axe, Dagger, and Pin, one by one, to introduce us.

  “Uh, hi?” My cheeks are flaming enough to burn right now.

  Dagger, who’s the tallest and has bluish-grey eyes, gives me a brief nod before devouring my body with his gaze again.

  Pin smiles, showing me two cute dimples in his cheeks, and I see his face is also peppered with beauty spots. He has dark eyes like Blade and the same glint in his eyes like him, too, but they’re more of an almond shape than oval like his brother’s.

  Axe is the one who looks like Thorn; same eyes, same skin-tone, and even the same beard trim as him. There’s something behind his brown eyes, though, a dark mischievousness that makes my pulse race.

  He grins as he steps forward, but Thorn stops him to approach me himself.

  He sweeps me off my feet and wordlessly takes the steps with his brothers following behind us. When we reach my bedroom, he carefully rests me on my feet, and then I’m surrounded.

  I hold my breath as they raise their hands, but they don’t touch me. Instead, just like how Thorn did at the lab, they all trace the little space between us and make me feel things that shouldn't be possible but have been, on two occasions before now.

  My skin aches everywhere, and I gasp between several moans. I don't know how they do this, but now there's nothing between us, no glass, no bars, the touches are so much more destructive.

  I attempt to calm my nerves as I feel the heat building inside me. It was intense enough when Thorn alone did this, but having five of them doing it…

  My heart is beating out of my chest. Fear suddenly grips me, too. What if this hurts too much? I’m so inexperienced, what if I can’t make it good for them?

  Thorn tips my head up to meet his gaze. “We’ll be gentle. This time.”

  I lose the ability to breathe from only his fingers on me, so I just nod my reply because I’m already feeling out of my depth.

  Is this really happening? Have I made the right choice by doing this?

  All doubt slips away, though, when the robe is pulled from my body and I’m lowered onto my bed.

  They release a series of appreciative groans as they strip out of their own clothes, and so the hell do I. Most of mine sound desperate, I’m well aware, but I can’t help it when I take in the sight of all their naked and scarred bodies, and their hard dicks that are long, thick, and deeply ribbed in form.

  They all set my body on fire.

  They waste no time surrounding me on the bed, and this time, their touches come thick and fast. Five pairs of hands and five mouths find various parts of me, but my eyes stayed fixed to Thorn’s as he kneels between my thighs.

  He holds them open, but it’s not his hands that find their way to my already soaked pussy, Pin’s and Blade’s do, while he watches.

  I shudder and close my eyes, feeling his mind deep inside mine, showing me all the things he plans on doing to me in this room tonight, and I whimper, feeling it as if it were real.

  I hear him groan as he caresses my thighs while my pussy is teased and stroked. Mouths find my taut nipples and I arch against the bed in ecstasy. There’s so much pleasure everywhere, so many sensations. They’re all giving me something different; eager touches, soft caresses, impatient nips and sucks, and desperate squeezes, but I welcome it all, growing more aroused as the minutes pass.

  My head is turned, and I briefly open my eyes to see Axe. His hand has replaced his mouth on my right breast, and he’s gently kneading it and giving me a longing look that I return. He closes his eyes as he leans forward, then his soft lips coax mine to open.

  His kiss is both sweet and hungry, and the way he tastes… holy fuck, it’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted. Sweetness and copper masked with something indescribable, but I know I want more of it. I moan into his mouth as I reach my hand to find his length wedged between us. He shifts so I can wrap my hand around him and the groan he unleashes makes my heart stop.

  He palms my breast and tweaks my nipple between his finger and thumb, and I release a pleading whimper that I'm sure my neighbours hear. Thorn groans, too, and the sound reverberates through me, like I’m a guitar and he’s just strummed the hell out of me.

  I grip Axe harder as I reach for Dagger on my left. I can feel his pre-cum over my palm as soon as I touch him, and I shudder. They’re so smooth, but the deep ridges fascinate the hell out of me and make me excited to know how they’ll feel when buried between my walls.

  I sob as I feel a mouth on my pussy. Blade’s moan tells me it’s his, or I think it is, but when the others moan, I second guess myself.

  “It’s him,” Dagger says in my ear, briefly flicking his tongue over it. “But we’re all connected.”

  “Oh, God…” I wonder… “Oh, God!” I suddenly cum so hard, accidently gripping Axe and Dagger tighter than I probably should.

  Their moans only heighten everything I’m feeling, though, and then I feel Thorn’s presence in my mind stronger than ever.

  Blade’s lips disappear from between my thighs, but they’re soon replaced by something hotter and a hell of a lot harder. I know it’s Thorn before I even open my eyes, and my belly cramps in knowing of what’s about to happen.

  He stays on his knees and my back arches as he pulls my hips up to his. Is this really about to happen? Am I really going to do this?

  I push away the last of my doubts, ‘cause even if I needed to stop now, I couldn’t.

  “I want the other you,” I tell Thorn before I look between the others. “All of you.”

  Amber eyes surround me, and so does the sight of shedding, mottled skin. God, I might be fucked up, but they really are sexy like this. Hell, this is what I've been dreaming about, and so far, not an ounce of disappointment is in sight.

  Dream or reality, I intend to make the most of this moment.

  Thorn wraps my legs around his waist, and patches of his dipped skin brush against my inner thighs as he edges inside me. I hold my breath, but I’m so wet, it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected it to.

  Not until he surges deeper, tearing through my innocence and reachi
ng past where I thought was possible.

  I open my mouth to scream, but it’s silenced by his mouth as he rests his body over mine and stills. I tremble beneath him, feeling fuller than I’ve ever been, and the way his dick feels; I can feel every single curve and dip of him, touching places I couldn’t even dream about.

  My hair is stroked adoringly, and so are my thighs that are still wrapped around Thorn’s waist. The brothers tell me to relax, but it’s the way Thorn kisses me, like he’s been as desperate to for as long as I have him, that settles my racing heart.

  My chest aches almost painfully when I feel his hand on my thigh and he begins to move. He holds me so tight and so close, and when I feel the brothers inside my mind, inflicting their own feelings of them inside me, I’m overwhelmed.

  This is the most life changing moment of my life.

  It’s as if we all move together, and in this moment, I realise that no matter what anyone thinks, I need these brothers like I need air to breathe.

  I hold Thorn’s arms as he raises up on his hands to thrust deeper, but my mouth is recaptured by Axe beside me. My thighs shake as Thorn sets a pace allowing him long, gentle strokes, in, out, but so damn deep, some hurt.

  I encourage him, though. Vocally and mentally, I beg for more. All our moans fill the room, and I know my neighbours, if not the whole street, can probably hear us.

  But I’m too far gone to care.

  The pain soon leaves me, too, and then all I can feel is their worshipping touches on my body again as we all climb towards release.

  I pant as I build and so do the others as we chase our peaks. Our hands become a tangled, eager mess, too, each one of us desperate to stay connected on our way there.

  I hear the brothers’ struggled whispers, telling Thorn to go faster, harder, deeper, and the arousal in their husky voices from being changed makes my body burn.

  Thorn’s moans begin to rush out of him in quick succession, then so do the brothers’.

  We’re so close...

  My eyes meet Thorn’s, and I inhale sharply. The expression on his face irrevocably changes me, and when I look around me and see the brothers looking at me the same way while stroking themselves towards release, I lose myself to them.

  They all cum with a fierce growl, but then Thorn lowers his body back to mine and I feel teeth sinking into my shoulder, my thigh, both wrists, and my neck.

  The bites sting and I scream, until everything begins to fade away.

  It was a dream?

  Fourteen

  Thorn

  I rest a kiss on Mikka's forehead before I get up. “Axe, run a bath.”

  He disappears as the rest of my brothers stand beside me. We look at one another as we return to ourselves and the redness in our vision fades, but no words are needed. I can hear and sense exactly how they feel.

  The same as I do.

  I don't know if we made it in time; I can only hope we did. Police had eyes on her constantly since she returned home on Saturday. We couldn't risk taking them out because they would’ve sent more.

  So we had to wait.

  We took care of those rats next door and camped out there. We might descend from zombies, but we aren't like them. They're a problem for all of us. But if my gut instinct is right about thirteen, Mikka might be able to help us change that, and maybe, our young, too.

  Having her so close and not being able to be with her has been torture. I had Pin and Dagger following her because their faces aren’t known, but Axe almost defied me when he delivered the note for Blade. He wanted to stay when he broke in around the back, but I told him to wait it out.

  Luckily for me, my brothers trust me implicitly, and do what the fuck I say.

  Axe’s got the least control out of all of us, as the youngest, and I know he wouldn’t’ve been able to resist touching her. Especially after how hard I struggled.

  I look down at Mikka, already eager for her to wake up. It’s not the end of the world if we didn’t make it. We've waited almost eight months now, so another one wouldn't make much difference. Besides, all that matters now, is that we have her and she’s safe.

  And now she’s one of us, there's no way in hell we'll be leaving her again. No matter what. We know how she feels and we know she’s ours, so whatever happens, it will be the six of us in it from now on.

  Axe returns, so Dagger scoops Mikka up into his arms to carry her to the bathroom. It's a tight fit in here for the five of us, but all of us are reluctant to leave her. She's the centre of our universe. She has been since I laid eyes on her.

  Pin helps Dagger lower her into the water and then they begin washing her body. She's in transition now and won't wake until tomorrow night, but already I can smell her changing scent and feel her bond to us growing.

  Her connection to us will complete us all. It will fill the void that's been gaping inside our minds and our hearts since we woke up changed ourselves.

  We knew straight away we were different. We might’ve been attacked by zombies, but we didn’t wake up like them. We learnt fast that we could reach inside minds and manipulate people’s thoughts and actions. We welcomed the heightened strength and resistance to pain of course, but above all that, we felt like our purpose was more.

  We've known we've needed to reproduce from pretty much the week we became what we are. The urge to do so has been a constant nagging, but every time one of our babies have been born, they've taken their first breath and died.

  So we tried other ways; biting the women just before birth, trying to change women into our kind first, but those things didn’t work either. The same thing happened, over and over again, and each time we buried our blood, we buried a piece of our hope with them.

  Dagger suffered the worst. He wanted kids long before we changed, but I promised him we’d find a way to make it happen. I wasn’t going to give up. None of us were.

  We'd found a scientist to help us a few months after that, and he looked at our blood. He's the one who found out about our DNA carrying the thirteen marker, but the idiot was a drunk and ended up killing himself in a car accident, so we were left back at square one.

  So I began looking for another one, and that's when I came across Mikka's writing in Cambridge University’s public archives.

  I had a feeling as soon as I read her words, she could help us. Her views and theories on how chromosomes are affected by not only vaccines, but by a host of other factors, was incredible.

  I only ever intended to ask her for help, but the closer I got to this city, the more I started feeling a pull here.

  Don’t get me wrong, I was never one to believe in God or fate or any of that, but if the last few months have taught me anything, it’s that when your mind and gut in tandem tell you something, you fucking listen.

  I finally found her in a coffee shop. I watched her speaking to her friend about our kind while my brothers and I listened. It was like I was mesmerised. I couldn’t take my damn eyes off her. It felt as if I’d found home, and the way she smelled… fuck.

  She’d changed everything.

  I followed her when she left, then waited for her to leave that parking lot. I purposely walked out in front of her, not only so I could see her up close, but so she could see me. And when our eyes met, everything spun out of control, and I knew for certain we needed her.

  But that also meant I couldn’t approach her again without spooking her, so I let them capture me. I figured if she spent some time with me, got to know me, her inquisitive mind wouldn't be able to resist the pull to me either.

  Her curiosity surprised me, though. She wasted no time in searching for answers, but when I became aware of everything else that was going on at that lab, it not only shocked me but pissed me the hell off.

  It took me a minute, but I soon saw all the shit that was going on, and how they were using Mikka for her intellect. She was far smarter than all of them put together, and without her, they wouldn’t have known half of what they did.

  And that Zane
motherfucker… I could’ve killed him a thousand times over. We don’t kill unless forced to, and I’ve never relished a kill how I did that one. Hearing his thoughts over his plans for her was provoking me and my brothers in ways we hadn’t ever felt. It was so damn hard not to break out of their lame ass attempt at a cell when he put his hands on her in front of me, especially with my brothers in my mind pushing me to.

  How dare he touch what was ours.

  But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t, because Mikka wasn't ready to accept what was happening between us yet. So I bided my time, using it to listen to all her thoughts and developing feelings for me. I would long for the night to pass and look forward to seeing her face when she returned the next morning, feeling secretly happy when she started arriving earlier, and earlier…

  Then the day she finally found the courage to come up to the glass, close enough for me to touch her mind, I couldn’t resist the chance to dive inside it. Her scent had been driving me crazy. The way her big brown eyes would bless me with those curious and heated glances had me feeling out of my own mind.

  I was guilty of planting some shit in there to hurry things along, but I don’t regret any of it. Every morning, at her desk, she’d replay the way she’d touched herself the night before, and the urge to break out of that cell to fuck the rest of her doubts away was painful to resist.

  I long knew she was a virgin, not that it mattered, but the fact she was and we were the ones to take it from her, it means everything to us.

  It means so damned much.

  Blade suddenly groans and momentarily looks to the ceiling in torment. “Shit, she smells so damn good. The wait is gonna kill me.”

  We all agree with him.

  The wait to find out if she’s carrying for me or not is gonna feel like a fucking lifetime, too.

  “You think we made it?” Pin asks quietly.

  “I can't be sure, brother, but I hope so.” Smelling when a female is approaching ovulation is always off a little, but we usually get close enough.

  “Shit, did you see her face when she came?” Axe says, turning to look up at us. “The thought of seeing that over and over again is screwing up my head.”