Babies For My Zombie Kings: A Reverse Harem Romance (Zombies Rule The World Book 2)

by McCoy, LeeSha

  I definitely have a stronger presence in their minds than I did before. Even Thorn’s barriers feel useless to me now. And something tells me I need to be cautious, too, at least until I know exactly what I’m capable of.

  I help Axe clear the dishes. His happiness is contagious, and he touches me any chance he gets. We end up kissing against the fridge like teenagers for a good few minutes, but it doesn’t surprise me that he’s the first to get back to usual around me.

  “You don’t smell like death anymore,” he says between kisses.

  “Don’t I?” I ask against his soft lips.

  He barely shakes his head before trailing kisses along my jaw to my neck. “Still smell good enough to eat, though. And fuck.”

  I run my fingers over his hair as he kisses my neck. “That’s a relief.”

  “Damn fucking right it is. I can’t wait to find out how you taste now.”

  He straightens and I smirk up at him. “You can find out soon enough.” I turn to the brothers at the island. “Let’s check my blood so I can close down the lab.”

  They’re all surprised by that.

  “I’ve been selfish, I know.” I take Axe’s hand to walk us over to them. “I was so desperate for answers, I didn’t realise how much I was keeping you all away from me and the babies. But I see now. I want to see if the four of us are the same, and then I’m all yours. I thought we could baby shop together, and maybe do a few ‘waiting for baby’ activities. If you want?”

  Thorn stands. “We want.”

  I smile. “Good. Let’s get this done and dusted so we can all have some fun.”

  I take my blood and set it to process through MDP. Pin, Dagger, Thorn, and Blade seem a lot more relaxed now, but they’re still tired. Thorn and Blade are semi-dozing on the couch, Pin has his head resting beside my Mac on the desk, Axe is laid on the floor staring at the ceiling, and Dagger, the least tired of the kings, is standing beside where I’m sitting on my workbench.

  “So,” I say quietly, “how much did you all miss me?”

  “More than sex,” Axe says. “The last two weeks have been torture.”

  The others agree.

  I smile. “That’s a lot.”

  I’m tempted to straddle him right now. I can't wait to feel their bodies against mine or have their hands on my skin again, but I'm not ready for any kind of playtime yet. And it’s not because of my massive belly that's the size of about three footballs either. My size doesn’t hinder me. Besides, this belly will just make things more interesting.

  What’s stopping me from starting anything, is the fact there’s a part of me that needs attending to. With a razor.

  Axe’s eyes lower to mine. “I don't care about that, babe.” He winks, and my stomach flutters. “Not even barbed wire could keep me out, as long as you want it.”

  “You are something else.”

  He blatantly adjusts his dick. “Don't you forget it, babe.”

  “Princess?”

  I divert my attention to Dagger. “Yes, My King?”

  “I'll do it. Come.”

  I blink. “Now?”

  He helps me down off the workbench. “Right now.” He checks my Mac. It shows one hour and forty minutes. “That's plenty of time.”

  “Okay...”

  “Cut her, and I’ll kill you,” Thorn mutters.

  I thought he was asleep.

  “Chill the fuck out,” Dagger snaps back. “My hand is steadier than all of yours’ put together. I wouldn’t trust any of you to do it.”

  The usual protest start as we leave the room, but we block them out as we collect what we need from the bedroom and make our way to the second-floor bathroom.

  After a blur of movements from Dagger, the water is running, two towels are on the heater, and Dagger is armed with shaving foam, two razors, and two washcloths.

  I strip out of my robe, the only thing that just about fits me now, then I follow him inside the shower. He sits me down on the built-in step in the corner, and after resting his kit beside me, he kneels and parts my legs. My face is out of the spray, but his is fully in it with my legs. The water doesn't seem to bother him, though.

  I’m a little bit embarrassed by what I know he’s seeing down there, but I really do need one of them to do this, ‘cause I can’t see a damn thing.

  He looks up at me. “Your body belongs to me. I love it no matter what, but most of all, it’s my job to take care of it. Especially when you can’t.”

  My heart flutters. “You always know what to say, Dagger. I really love that about you.”

  “You’re everything to me, Princess. I mean every word.” He kisses my bump before lathering up my pussy with foam.

  “Another first,” I say, trying to dispel the rest of the nervous energy in here, all from me.

  “You don't need to be nervous, Princess. Don't you trust me?”

  I hold his gaze. “No question.” Hell, I trust them all implicitly.

  “Well then.” He runs his hands over my thighs. “Let me take care of you.”

  “Okay.”

  He reaches for a razor and my gaze drops to his dick, hard and jutting straight up in the space between us. His dick is perfectly straight, but the ribs closest to his base are thicker, which always takes me by surprise.

  Especially when he makes me ride him.

  I notice he’s smiling to himself when he asks me to part my legs a little wider, which I do after having to lift my bump a little. “Perfect.” Then his eyes darken, the grey merging with the dark of his pupil.

  He has beautiful eyes. They remind me of a storm brewing over the sea.

  He rests a hand on my inner thigh, and then I feel the first stroke of the razor against me. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

  “Thank you.”

  I listen to his thoughts while he shaves my most sensitive place. It's quite something, hearing what men think about women's bodies. He notices things I wouldn't even think about.

  “Damn,” he says softly, “have I told you how much I love how fluffy your pussy is? Jamaicans love that.”

  I blink down at him, but his eyes remain fixed as he gently pulls my pussy lips to shave them. “Really?”

  “Uh-huh. We call a pussy like this, phat.”

  That makes me laugh, and he glances up at me as I smirk. “Oh, so that's what those lyrics in dancehall songs mean?”

  “Yep. ‘Phat pussy girl… Some boy don’t know wha’ fi talk say, me a talk up… Me a tell you say me a beg you a fuck. M-hmm’.”

  His reciting of, I think, a Vybz Kartel song, shocks the hell out of me. “Wow. I love that. Can you all talk Jamaican?”

  He smirks as he rinses of the razor. “M-hmm...”

  “You might need to bust out patois more often. That was hot, Dagger.”

  “Noted.” He rests the razor on the step and then washes away the foam from between my legs. “Wanna know something else about Jamaicans?”

  “What?”

  “Most Jamaican men don't eat pussy.”

  “Are you serious?”

  He nods. “We're not most Jamaicans, though. Stand up.”

  I get up and he slowly turns me around by my hips while he stays on his knees.

  “Now rest your hands on the wall.”

  I do as he’s asked again, and then while he proceeds to shave my legs, his hands intermittently caress my thighs and ass, kneading, stroking, tracing, exploring… I feel so smooth from the waist down. I don’t think he’s missed a single hair.

  “You have such a beautiful body, Mikka, and such soft skin.” He slips a finger up inside me, and I gasp. I might’ve been asleep and unaware of what was going on around me, but I’ll always miss this.

  He strokes my walls and I whimper, but when he takes his hand away to replace it with his tongue, I’m left speechless. “Oh, God.” That feels so good. Different, but so good.

  ‘I wanna hear my name when I get you there, Princess. I fucking love that shit.’

  I open my mouth to
answer but only a moan comes out. His hands are parting the tops of my thighs so damn wide, and his mouth is working me so damn perfectly, I’m already there.

  His name is torn from my throat, but it ends up a staccato through several gasps, whimpers, and curse words that are also clipped.

  He groans but doesn’t stop his strokes to my clit for a second. ‘Yeah, Princess, cum for me. Cum in my mouth. Let me taste you.’

  “Dagger…” My thighs shake, but he uses his mind to steady me while he keeps me cumming. Until finally, he lets my soul return to my body.

  His strong thighs slide against the backs of mine when he stands, then he slowly enters me with his rippled heat. He gets most of the way in, but then lifts my right leg up onto the step before sinking the rest of the way inside.

  My pussy shudders, not only from his size, but from his groan. It’s so primal and satisfied, like being inside me has just quenched his thirst.

  So hot.

  He leans forward to wrap a supportive hand around my belly and then starts to move. He rains kisses down on my shoulders, across my back, up my neck, then sweeps my hair away so he can run his tongue from my collarbone, right to my ear.

  “Squeeze me, Beautiful. Make it hurt.”

  I shiver, but I quickly do as he asked. That earns me a harsh breath against my shoulder.

  “Fuck, your pussy is the best I've ever had. I swear to God.”

  My belly flutters. I'm both flattered and shocked, ‘cause I know from Dagger’s thoughts that he never had any problems with getting, keeping, or satisfying a woman. His stroke game is out of this world, though, so I’m not surprised.

  “So good,” I tell him, wanting him to know how much I love this. I keep squeezing him, too, so he gets to where I am.

  His groans keep coming and so do mine. He ups his pace and I push back to match it. We sync perfectly, even when he gets deeper and knocks the air from my lungs. I can feel him chasing the release with me. We’re close, so close, and when he reaches under my bump to tease my clit, my walls cling to him harder than ever as I explode inside.

  “Fuck, Princess, tell me to cum,” he breathes. “Tell me you want my cum in your tight, juicy pussy.”

  My entire belly tightens when I tell him exactly that. Hell, I scream for him to. “Cum deep inside me, Dagger.” I practically beg for his release.

  “Shit!” His groan echoes off the glass walls as he cums, and his mind tells me he’s gone to the same place I have.

  Heaven.

  Thirteen

  Mikka

  Dagger and I finally wash ourselves, and I shave under my arms before we leave the shower. I guess my ability to focus on one brother at a time has definitely improved. I don’t think any of the others’ thoughts slipped into my mind, but they have now.

  I need to hurry up and check these results, ‘cause I have four more hard dicks to take care of. Through Dagger, they know I feel different inside, but they want to feel it for themselves. I pull on my green robe and shudder.

  This final week of pregnancy is going to be so much fun.

  I heard the brothers talking about the results, but I'm still excited to see them myself. Dagger and I took much longer than an hour and forty minutes. Unsurprisingly. I couldn't help that though. I wasn’t going to cut our time together short or refuse him what he wanted. I also love how vocal Dagger is during sex, and passionate.

  I make my way back to the lab with Dagger in tow. He's pulled on some grey sweats, and I blush when I see he's still hard.

  “Work first, then we can all play.”

  Feeling how eager they are to get at me, makes my pulse race to dangerous levels.

  I definitely need all of that.

  “More torture,” Axe groans when we enter the room. He sits up as he eyes his brother behind me. “Fucking torture.”

  I’m heated by the impassioned glances from the others as I sit at my desk.

  Better make this quick.

  For all our sakes.

  The heated stare from Thorn doesn't shake off as easily though. I'm sure if he could still manipulate my mind like he could before, I'd already be naked and spread over this desk by now.

  On my back, of course.

  Anyway… Work Mikka…

  “So my DNA has basically changed to match the babies’. The only difference is that my SARA antigen has remained in my blood.”

  “Yeah,” Pin says. “So the babies will be like you are now?”

  I swivel in my chair to face them. “I should think so. The antigen shouldn’t affect their development in any way, which means it’s good news for us. It should mean the babies will survive.”

  There are audible sighs of relief, but we’re all still cautious.

  “So,” Dagger starts, “that should mean you won’t pass out with the next pregnancy.”

  “Yeah, by rights.”

  “And what about that SARA antigen,” Thorn says, “do you still think it’s for what you thought?”

  “Yeah, I do. There’s a nagging in the back of my mind, telling me to bite you all.”

  “Do it then,” Axe says. “Bite me.”

  “No. If you end up sleeping for the same amount of time as I did, you'll miss the births.”

  He looks down at my bump. “Shit, yeah. I didn't even think of that.”

  “Agreed,” Thorn says. “We’ll all wait until after.”

  “I could try it on a zombie, but like I said, I’m not working until after the babies arrive at least.” We really need to know if anyone is still alive. “What has the news said while I’ve been asleep?”

  “Nothing different,” Blade answers, “but your phone has been popping off.”

  “Mum?”

  “We didn't check. I'll grab it.”

  Blade quickly returns with my mobile, and after I swipe off the notifications from Mum and Vincent, I find a message request from Gia.

  I tap it open.

  I know I'm probably the last person you wanna hear from right now, but I really need your help, Mikka. A group of us escaped the hospital two weeks ago. We’ve been hiding out ever since. I think we’re like you. We don't know where to go or what to do. They're after us. I fucked up, Mikka, real bad, I know, but please. Tell us what we should do.

  I look up at my kings. “They survived.”

  “And they're like us,” Blade says.

  “But are they?” I look back down at the message. “I need their blood.”

  “You aren't meeting them, Mikka,” Dagger immediately says. “No fucking way.”

  “I know. Calm down. Maybe they could send me some samples?”

  “We could use a courier, or five,” Thorn suggests.

  “Could work,” Pin says. “I’m cool with a few. They’ve helped me out on a few deliveries before, collecting illegal homemade weapons for the channel, from the followers. They’ll drive however I want them to as long as the money’s right. One of us could meet the last one in Cardiff? That's far enough away.”

  Thorn nods. “When did she send the message, Angel?”

  I scroll up to see the date. “Eight days ago.”

  “Alright. Message her back and tell her you want the samples.”

  “Okay.”

  I need your blood. I can get it collected if you can get the samples together. Let me know a time and place.

  Straight to the point. I’m not going to be friendly-friendly with her yet. I can’t trust her. I just want her blood.

  I rest my mobile down on the desk. “Work’s over.” I look at the empty cage. I wanna know what will happen when I'm near one of them. My gut tells me something big.

  But enough work.

  I stand up to untie my robe. “Where do you want me first?”

  Fourteen

  Mikka

  The last few days have been some of the best I’ve ever had, if not the best.

  We spent the entire first day shopping for baby clothes, baby products, nursery furniture, and decorating supplies. There were a series of fig
hts over a lot of things, which I had to intervene in to break up, and I’ve been guilty of using my body and mind to get what I’ve wanted, too, but I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about those parts.

  It just added to the fun.

  But through all the arguments, disagreements over baby names, long nights, paint fights, baby-proofing, and late night runs for strawberry ice cream, we finally have a huge nursery painted yellow with an In The Night Garden mural on one wall, a built-in wardrobe filled with boys and girls clothes, three perfectly positioned made-up cots, each with a video monitor over them, three changing tables, and enough nappies, wipes, and other baby products to last about a year.

  We must’ve been through about twenty loads of washing, ‘cause I insisted in washing every piece of clothing that will be touching my babies’ skin, which saw us go through a mountain of Fairy Non-Bio. That stuff smells amazing, and it’s made my excitement for them to arrive go through the roof.

  We’re only days away now…

  Dagger also ordered three Moses baskets to put in our bedroom down the hall, so they can be close to us for the first few weeks at least. I plan on breastfeeding if I can. My breasts are even bigger than they were before, so I’m hoping I’ll have enough to feed them all, but we have ordered formula, a steriliser, and bottles, just in case.

  The dads are also growing more excited by the day, and although they’re still anxious, I regularly find them in the nursery individually, looking through clothes, checking screws on cots, or just staring at nothing in particular but lost in their thoughts.

  I wish I could reassure them, but the next time, hopefully, they’ll all enjoy this like they should. Like they deserve to.

  We’re all settling down in bed now. Today, the baby-bump casting kit arrived, so we spent the morning mixing plaster and casting my belly with each one of our hands included. Seeing their faces when Dagger cut it off, was everything. And I’d ordered paints so they could paint it while I napped. When I woke up, it was drying on the coffee table, and they’d painted our names on our hands.