We agree, and the kids begin to make their way over, so Thorn gets up to cook. He grabs some paper and a pen from the drawer first, though.
He drops them onto Dagger’s lap. “Condition one—another dealbreaker. Making six-way marriages legal.”
The brothers all voice their approval at his suggestion, while Thorn sends a kiss and a look my way to make my heart and my pussy flutter.
‘I told you we’d find a way, Angel.’
He exhales when I send a kiss back to his neck, in the place I know he loves most, just behind his ear. ‘Want some help in the kitchen?’
He changes direction and heads for the stairs, and I’m suddenly pulled to my feet. ‘No. In the bathroom, and bring the other Mikka.’
Sixteen
Mikka
“Alright, so who's calling him?” Pin asks, looking up from his phone.
The brothers look over to Thorn at the end of the bed, but I think I’m going to handle this.
“Give me the phone,” I tell him, taking the list from Dagger at the same time. “I’ll do it.”
I note the time difference but still hit call on the number, and then I listen to the international dial tone and the brothers telling me what not to miss out, but I reassure them that I can handle this.
I can more than handle this.
‘Remember,’ I hear Thorn, ‘we ain’t nobody’s friends, and no one is ours.’
‘Trust me. I know.’
“Hel-hello?” a cracked voice answers.”
“Hello. Is this Mason Veils? Secretary of Defence?”
“It is. Who is this? Do you know what time of night it—”
“This is Mikka Rishan, and I know exactly what time it is over there.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “The Mikka Rishan?”
“Yes. You sent a message to Zombie Royalty’s YouTube account?”
“I did. I apologise. I was expecting it to be a man who called.”
Typical arrogant asshole. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Axe eyes me, but then the rest of the brothers do, too. ‘Feisty Mikka is hot.’
I send a kiss to each of their dicks. ‘After. Now stop distracting me…’
“No, no,” Mason rushes. “Please.” I hear the rustle of covers on his end. “I'm glad you called. I assume you’re calling on behalf of the channel?”
“Yes,” I reply, deciding not to elaborate until I can figure out if he’s going to give us what we want. “Is this line secure?”
“It is on my end. Is yours?”
“Yes, so I hope you’re not trying to trace it.”
“I’m not at all.”
He better fucking not be.
“Did you really kill all those zombies?” he asks.
“We did, yes.”
“Can you do it again?”
I roll my eyes. “We can.”
I hear his sigh of relief. “How many of you are there? I counted—”
“There are twenty-one of us, just as reported. Almost everything on the news about us is true. We didn’t cause this mess, but we can help you clean it up. So can we get to the point now? I’m sure you’d like to go back to sleep.”
“But you made the others,” he comments, and it completely throws me off. I wasn’t expecting him to clock that. I didn’t even realise anyone had made the connection.
“They were trying to capture us and were infected as a result, yes, but they have nothing to do with us. Vanze Myers is responsible for the attacks that came after. They follow him.”
“Myers? What?”
“He was infected in Cambridge. He’s a zombie, and so is his fiancée. Not like the ones ruining your country, though, or us. The ones who turned in Cambridge are something else. They look human, yes, but their similarities to us end there.”
“But, Myers is head of ZoNaR International. The American government is helping to fund his cure.”
“Then you need to stop.”
“Miss Rish—”
“With all due respect, I know you all might think he's your saviour or something, but he's not. Him and his little sidekicks attacked innocent humans in an attempt to pull us out of hiding. He knows we possess abilities that weren't given to him when he changed and most likely wants to find a way to get them. But trust me, it won’t be to do any good.”
“What kind of abilities?”
“Ones that enable us to do things seen on the footage we released.”
“These are serious accusations—”
“I understand that, but they’re also truthful ones. His fiancée was my best friend my entire life, and she betrayed me. That should tell you what kind of people they are. You need to shut them down.”
“Can you prove this?”
“I have a sample of Gia’s blood.”
He exhales sharply. “Could you send it to me?”
I suppose I could… It’s not like it’s the same as ours… I look at the brothers, and they nod. “Yes.”
He runs off his personal address, which surprises us all. So far, I’ve not felt any bad feelings, but I know we still can’t trust him.
“Who are the people on the TikTok accounts?”
“You don’t need to know that yet. I want to talk about the message you sent us.”
“Of course.”
“You want our help?”
“Yes.
“You said you'd give us anything we wanted.”
“If you can help us.”
“And I’ve already told you that we can.”
Another sigh of relief. “What are your terms?”
“We have a few. Do you have the authority to agree to them?”
“I do. Name them.”
“We want to be paid. None of us want to worry about money after the world returns to normal.”
He chuckles. “Done.”
“And,” I continue, bringing his premature happiness to a halt, “we want assurances, that one, no one will try to capture us again, two, all DNA experiments, especially ones that include live specimens, are immediately stopped so this doesn’t happen for a second time, and three, we want protection. We’ll get rid of the world’s problem and then we want to be left in peace. We want the world to return to how it was just as much as everyone else.”
“Okay…”
“We want these laws put into place by every leader of every country before we help them. The UK is still included in this, even though we’ve already helped them. Which means, you and all the other world leaders collectively need to decide if our terms are worth it to you, and then pass them before we help any more of you. I don’t want to make threats, Mister Veils, but this problem could easily escalate again.”
“I understand, but I can also guarantee you now, we’ll pass any laws you want as long as you get rid of these things for good.”
“I hope so. You can't kill us, and the abilities we possess will make any attempts to trick us, futile. So for your sakes, I wouldn't attempt it. We can live with zombies in the world if we have to.”
“Nothing you’ve asked for is unfair. I’m sure we can all accommodate your demands.”
“Good, then finally, there is one last thing.”
“Yes?”
“We want to get married.”
“Married?” That’s thrown him. I can almost hear his face frowning.
“Yes, you heard me correctly. Six of us want to get married, and we want it recognised everywhere.”
“You want six-way marriage to be legal?”
“We do.”
“Uh... Okay.”
We all hold in a laugh at his reaction. I wonder what he's thinking. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No, not at all.”
“Good. My family is in your country and I’d like them better protected. We moved them to Oregon to keep them safe from Myers and Gia, but once it’s made known we're coming, they won't be.”
“Have them call me. I'll arrange it, first thing.”
“Thank you. Then I’ll l
eave you to get back to sleep. How long do you think you’ll need?”
“I’ll speak to the President and the other world leaders tomorrow.”
“We’ll give you a call in one week.” That way, we can stay in control of this.
“That should be plenty of time to pass everything.”
He sounds confident… “Very well. I’ll speak to you then.” I hang up before he says goodbye, and then I look at the brothers. “See? I handled it just fine.”
“Fuck yeah, you did,” Axe says, eyes dark and hooded, “and now we’re gonna handle you.” He smacks his brother’s phone out of my hand as he settles between my thighs, naked, hard as hell, and then begins his descent inside me. “Shit, babe, now be mean to me.”
I pull him deeper and have to hide my gasp from the way he fills me. “Well, if you actually make me feel your dick, I might.”
The brothers laugh, but Axe’s irises erupt in flames when I smirk, and I know I’m in trouble.
‘I’m gonna make you feel everything.’
Seventeen
Mikka
A week later…
I breathe a moan as fingers press deeply into my waist, harder with each roll of my hips. I rock back, gasp, feel the pain of steel hitting my womb, and then the hands grip tighter.
Then he breathes a moan.
Repeat.
We’re on the couch beside the window. Well, he is, I’m on his lap, my back to his front, his dick deep inside me, all while trying not to wake his brothers.
His orders.
Always.
We’ve managed to keep quiet for a little while now, but the longer he continues to pleasure my body and mind like the puppeteer he is, the harder it’s getting to control myself. Especially because he won’t let me cum. He always keeps me on edge when we’re lost to moments like this, keeps me at the very point where my body trembles and I have to keep catching my breath from the fear of the explosion that threatens.
“Fuck, I love you, Mikka.”
He pulls my hair—and me—down, then presses his teeth into my shoulder, again, and again, and…I shudder. “Fuck, Blade,” I breathe, closing my eyes to intensify it all. I love when he bites me like that, like he needs me so much, he could literally eat me. “I love you, too.”
I hear the whisper of his groan but feel the rumble of it against my back, along with the sweat we share. He parts my legs wider with his and slips a hand way too slowly around me to find…my inner thigh.
More torture.
“Tell me how badly you want me to stroke your silky pussy,” he whispers against my neck. “Tell me how much you love when we do this.”
“I do,” I plead. “Please, touch me…”
I love when he pulls me out of bed at night to make love to me while his brothers sleep. It’s his way of getting me all to himself, and I’m sure he even forces himself to stay awake sometimes, just to get me alone.
It’s always a challenge not to wake them, though, and we have many times, but on the occasions when they don’t wake, the way he makes love to me is out of this world.
Completely.
He might be fun and games and jokes a lot of the time, but Blade is a passionate and unselfish lover. My pleasure is his pleasure, and he will honestly spend hours making sure I’m left wanting for nothing. And yeah, he’s definitely amazing with his tongue, but his sex is even better.
I bite my lip when his fingers trail towards my pussy, instead of away from it. I hear the beat of his heart race faster, feel his desperation to touch me, too, and I barely stop from climaxing.
Not until he tells me I can…
“Beg me… Beg me to make you cum while my brothers are sleeping right there.” He brushes the very tips of his fingers through my lips and at the same time, mimics the action with his tongue against my neck. “Then I’ll touch you.”
“I’ve been—”
He jerks his hips and quickly covers my mouth to silence my tortured moan. “I said, beg.”
I feel the throb of pain deep inside, but I still keep grinding down on his ridges. I can’t ever get enough of them. “Please.” The word is muffled. “Please make me cum.”
His mind touches my pussy before his fingers do, but they both have the same affect. They bring a rush of overwhelming pleasure that I can’t contain, and I gasp, my toes curling enough to hurt as wave after wave of pure bliss makes me lose control of my body and mind.
He pulls my hair again, this time clutching it into his fist to turn my head to his so he can search my mouth with his eager tongue. My thighs clench and I tighten to pull him deeper, but then his mind pulls me down harder as his hips lift, and my hands are pulled to my breasts.
‘Twist them,’ he orders, knowing it will keep me cumming longer, and then he slides his entire hand through my wetness. ‘I fucking love your pussy.’
I cling onto a moan that begs for escape out of my throat. ‘I love your dick.’ “God, I love it so much.”
“Fuck!” He can’t contain his groan this time, and I wouldn’t want him to. If he wakes the brothers, so be it, because the sound of Blade cumming is like a symphony to my ears. “Mikka…”
Oh, God, even the way he says my name like that, every single time he cums in me. I long to hear it. So deep, so husky, so raw.
He holds me back against him while we both take a minute. I swear I can barely breathe.
“Damn, that shit was hot,” two voices say in unison.
We both look over to Dagger and Pin as they rise from the bed, but then I see them look at Blade before coming closer.
Pin pulls me up to stand. “Looks like you’re all dirty, baby.” He leans into my shoulder. “Let’s get you in the bath. Now.”
Dagger slaps my ass as I turn, and as Pin drags me to the en suite, I feel the others follow.
Including Axe and Thorn.
We wake up after twelve, then most of our day is spent in bed. The kids don’t visit, and we don’t get dressed. We eat, suck, fuck, and repeat, with barely an hour passing before we’re joined in some way again.
It’s heaven.
But now it’s time to call Mason again. We’re hoping they’ve agreed to all our terms, otherwise, there’s no doubt we’ll all be disappointed. Mum and Vincent have been moved to a secure location in Arizona so we know they’ve been doing something, but the news hasn’t reported anything to do with our requests, which has worried me that there might be something holding things up.
Our guts tell us we can trust him, but I was expecting at least one country to report some law changes by now, but not a word from any of them.
I sit beside Thorn as I hit dial on Pin’s phone. Thorn’s usually the most behaved when I’m on the phone to anyone, but his hand is already slipping up my summer dress.
Better make this quick.
“Hello?” Mason answers. It’s just after five in the evening out in Virginia, so I get a normal voice this time.
“Hello. It’s Mikka.”
“Miss Rishan. I’ve been expecting your call. I have good news.”
I widen my eyes at the brothers in surprise. “Go on…”
“Everyone agreed to your requests—the UK included—although I would say, your Prime Minister wasn’t the happiest person alive when he found out I’d spoken to you before he had.”
“We didn’t need to speak to him.”
He chuckles. “So you won’t be interested in meeting the President when you come here?”
“No. It’s not necessary.”
The brothers snort, but Mason falls quiet. I think he’s surprised.
“We haven’t seen any announcements of the laws being passed.”
“Oh, yes, that. I would’ve called about that, but obviously I couldn’t. In order to pass a few of the laws, we actually need to know names.”
“Oh.” I look at the brothers. ‘What the fuck do I say to that?’
‘What can we say?’ Dagger asks his brothers. ‘They don’t even have birth certificates.’
‘Just give them to him,’ Thorn says. ‘Whether they know names or not, isn’t going to change anything. We’re not on the grid.’
“Miss Rishan?”
“Yes, I’m still here. I can give you the names. The surname is the same.”
“For all twenty-one of you?”
“Jesus, he asks a lot of questions,” Axe hisses.
Pin rolls his eyes. ‘Just tell him, Mikka. The kids have basically told the world who they are.’
“Yes all twenty-one of us. We’re a family. The speculation over the TikTok accounts is correct. They’re our children.”
“Biological children?”
“Yes. I’m not going to go into too much detail because it doesn’t concern you, but the main reason we wanted to disappear after what happened in Cambridge, was because we wanted to have children. And the reason we’ve been in hiding since, was to protect them until they could protect themselves. Our children are fully grown adults now and that is why we can offer our help.”
“Wow. Okay. Well, we appreciate it all the same, and please don’t be concerned, because this changes nothing. We will still pass your laws, and once this is over, you will be free to return to your lives as you see fit.”
“I hope so.”
“So, what are their names?”
“Will they be made public?”
“They don’t have to be. We could prevent the names from being released for now.”
“Please. At least until this is over with. Like I said, until Myers is dealt with, they’re still not safe.”
“I completely understand. The names will remain secret.”
I give him the names of all the kids, and then I give him the brothers’. “Our children don’t have any legal papers. Maybe you could ask our Prime Minister to provide them?”
“I will. So now we have the names, we can all file our paperwork. I’ve been advised by all leaders that their laws will be passed by the end of the week. Do you have any preference of where you travel to first?”
“I don’t think so.”
Thorn’s hand slips further up my thigh. ‘America last, Angel. Make that Myers fucker stew a little longer.’
“Okay, good, because although I know you have family here, the other world leaders think it’s best if you come to the US last. Frankly, I think it comes down to trust.”
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