I opened my bedroom door and stopped dead in my tracks. I guess Zed was intending on keeping his promise. He was sprawled out on my bed wearing leather trousers and nothing else. I gaped like a total virgin for a minute because Zed didn’t look like the Horseman of Justice. His dark skin contrasted with the cream-colored sheets. He had his hands behind his head and was just grinning at me.
I’d seen Bash in his vests, but I’d never seen any of them without their shirts on before. My eyes took in his perfectly sculpted chest and abs, then looked at the V his hip muscles made as they disappeared into those leather trousers. I finally stopped gawking like a virgin at her first strip show.
“Are you going to keep those trousers on?”
Zed just chuckled. “You’re the first adult Lamb we’ve encountered so far. This is all quite new to us. I don’t think any of us were expecting to be so attracted to you, nor what you suggested this morning.”
I ran to the bed and dove in with him. I snuggled my face into his hard chest. “I was totally serious by the way. I want all four of you.”
“And that got all of our attention, but we think you’ll eventually prefer one of us over the other.”
My hand started playing with his washboard abs. “I totally won’t. I can’t even pick a favorite food or television show.”
Zed chuckled. “Please, you go apeshit over waffles. Waffles is your favorite food.”
“I’ve gone apeshit over everything I’ve been served since I got here. Waffles is just one of my favorite foods. Steak is good. So is pizza. The lamb we had for dinner two nights ago was fucking amazing. Nachos are awesome. I didn’t think I’d like sushi, but Jana convinced me to try it, and now I want more.”
“You’re all over the place; you know that? Sometimes, I can’t keep up.”
“It’s easy, Zed,” I said, biting his chest. “I like what I like when I like it, and I don’t want to be pinned down into choosing anything. I like all four of you. You all bring different things to the table. I’ve thought about this. I’ve never bothered with anyone to have a serious relationship. I want to do that with all of you.”
“You do manage to talk a lot of sense, Tabby. You say things that make me forget all my previous lives on Earth. You make me think what you want could actually work.”
“The four of you don’t get all jealous and use your Horsemen gifts against each other? It’s weird that you die of a broken heart instead of just like, murdering each other. I don’t get jealous because I don’t date and apparently Lizzie has been on a revenge fuck streak, but I would imagine no matter how close we are, if I were a lesbian and looked at Natalia the wrong way, she’d think up some pretty epic way of killing me.”
“Actually, no. We’re all brothers in some way, created for the same thing. We can feel each other no matter what we do. I could feel Gideon getting all hot and bothered the night before. It doesn’t turn us on or anything; we can just sense things. We’ve always fallen for the same woman — every single time. I don’t know if it’s because one of us does and we all feel it and fall in love with her because one of us does, or it’s because we just have similar tastes.
“But you’re all so different. You don’t even have the same tastes in food.”
Zed found that hilarious. “Little lamb, you’ve only been around us a few days. You think you know our preferences in food?”
“Sure. Every time Jana serves waffles, Gideon has his with blueberries, Chase does strawberries and whipped cream, Bash does bananas and chocolate, and you are a total waffle freak. You do chocolate hazelnut spread, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. Gideon likes his food clean. Lean meats and minimal sauce. Chase kind of strikes me as someone who’d go vegetarian if the three of you wouldn’t give him shit about it. Bash is a total foodie. He likes everything fatty with rich sauces. And you, Mister Justice. When you think we’re not looking, you look up fast food menus for you to eat at when the apocalypse is over. You know they have delivery apps, and you can have someone bring it here?”
Zed rolled me on my back and started stroking my cheeks. “How did you notice all that in just a few days? You’re making me think what you want is actually possible. I’ll talk the others into trying it, okay? I believe I promised to show you what my fingers could do. If you show me that delivery app so I can get Taco Bell, I’ll pull out every single trick I know and make your eyes roll back in your head.”
“I’ll tell you the best thing to order if you let me reciprocate.”
Zed started nibbling on my neck. “How about you tell me the most delicious, worst for you, thing on the menu and you’ll owe me one if I can convince the others?”
“Since when are you the bossy one?”
“Tabby, I’m quite bossy in bed. You’ve never had me in your bed before. I’m glad you wore a skirt today,” he purred, running his tongue down my neck. “I can get you naked and leave those boots that drive us all crazy on.”
I lucked out more than I knew with these boots. I randomly found them on a trip to Goodwill, and they happened to fit. I’d been tipped well the night before, and they were only five dollars. They were black leather and went above my knee with a six-inch heel and platform. I was six feet tall in these boots, and they made me feel like a total badass. They were comfortable as hell too. I’d been wearing them all the time now because the Horsemen loved checking out my legs when I was wearing them.
“Are you a dominant, kinky fuck, Zed?” I asked. I hoped he was. I really hoped he was.
He answered by biting me. “This is the perfect headboard for me to tie you down. I think I’ll do it with this spiked belt of yours.”
He had my belt unbuckled and yanked it off in one hard pull. If Zed wanted to be dominant, I could be submissive. I wasn’t a dom or a sub. I was what I was in the mood for when I was playing with someone. Zed never struck me as being bossy at all, but if he was into that in bed, I already knew I was going to have fun.
I let him undress me. I was naked except for my boots. Zed growled and looked down at me. He adjusted his erection and grabbed my belt. I grabbed the slats on the headboard because I thought that was what he wanted, but he grabbed my hands and put them on my stomach. He wagged his finger at me like I was being naughty.
“I promised you tricks. You should wait until you are told to do something.”
“What should I call you?” Some guys I’d been with liked Master or Sir if we were playing this game. Personally, I hated Mistress or Madame when I was in charge. Apparently, Zed felt the same.
“I want to hear my real name on your tongue when I make you scream. Say nothing but my name. Get on all fours.”
I tried to be as sexy as possible when I crawled over. I knew my ass was in his face. I knew he was supposed to be in charge and normally, I had no problem playing the role of a submissive, but I had Zed riled up. I wriggled my ass at him and was rewarded with a smack on the ass. It stung like hell and turned me on even more.
Zed wanted to give orders, so I just waited. He crawled over by the headboard and wanted me to wrap my hands around the carved wood post. He used my belt to tie my hands together, then crawled behind me and just seemed to do nothing. I knew he might spank me again, but I needed to know what the hell he was up to.
“Just admiring the view from behind,” he growled. “It’s hard not just to fuck you now that I have you like this, but it may ruin things for the apocalypse. We still don’t know how that works.”
“You promised me tricks. Would you finally touch me if I promised you there’s something on the Taco Bell menu that’s probably so bad for you, you’d come just eating it?”
He rewarded me with a smack on the ass again. “Don’t rush me, Tabby. This is an art. The other three won’t just feel this; they are going to hear you screaming my name.”
“I didn’t take you for a tease either.”
Zed just chuckled. “Much like you are many things at once and quite the intriguing little thing, I have several tricks and want
what I’m in the mood for. And right now, I’m in the mood for staring at that perky ass while you’re tied up.”
I felt Zed’s erection press against my ass through the leather. Like Gideon, it was promising. He said I couldn’t touch him, but he seemed content to just grind against me for the time being. Zed was much bigger than I was. He leaned forward so that he was on all fours too and his body was covering mine. He was supporting his weight with one hand, and the other went underneath me to pinch my nipple. He was biting my shoulder. Oh, I liked this. I wouldn’t mind this position with his cock buried inside me.
He continued to bite my neck and pinch my nipple until I was whimpering and squirming. I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “So, I guess I did make you whimper.”
His hand trailed down my stomach to rest on my clit. I groaned when his fingers barely brushed it. His entire body was hovering over me, but he wasn’t crushing me. Zed was huge and could easily rest on all fours over me with my head down by the pillow and my ass in the air. I loved his warmth and closeness. And I loved the promise of that huge cock pressing against me.
I nearly screamed when he pulled away. He wanted me only to scream his name, and I did when I felt his body leave mine. His fingers had only barely touched my clit, and I believe he promised me tricks tonight. That wasn’t the kind of tricks I liked. And Zed was laughing at me. I felt his hand caress my ass.
“Easy, little lamb. Don’t let the lion out. I can’t get to everything I want from that position.”
Zed didn’t make me wait. His hand slid between my legs and found my clit. He slid two fingers in me with the other hand and found something I was sure didn’t exist because, despite a lot of men swearing they knew where it was, no one had found my G spot. I had no idea where it was or what it felt like before, but I knew Zed had found it almost immediately when my knees started shaking and I realized I’d never quite been fingered like this before.
The Horseman of Justice wasn’t lying about tricks and skills. He was rubbing my clit with one hand and giving my g spot a workover with his other. I just about jumped out of my skin when I felt his tongue dip in my ass. Zed certainly wasn’t lying about his tricks and skills. My entire body was shaking. Even if he hadn’t told me I was only allowed to scream his name, I seemed incapable of doing anything but whimper and moan it.
Most guys I’d been with seemed just to want to make me come as fast as possible when they were doing anything with their fingers or mouth. Zed had this down to an art. He was just fast enough to have my entire body on fire and shaking, but he was keeping me at a state of constant pleasure instead of making me come just yet. His tongue was fucking my ass, and I was coming undone.
Now that I knew I had a g spot, I wanted Zed to play with it every night. Preferably with the other three Horsemen playing too. Yeah, even with Zed giving me the finger fuck of my life, I still thought about the others. That probably wasn’t normal, but I didn’t care.
It was almost too little to notice, but I could tell when Zed did decide to speed up. He was like a one-man orchestra, and I was his instruments. Zed was like the maestro of fingering, and if my body was shaking and on fire this much just from his fingers, I was already fantasizing about that bulge I felt and what would happen if I actually got his pants off.
I heard Zed chuckle again. “You’re not screaming my name loud enough, little lamb. Let’s fix that.”
I wasn’t screaming his name because I didn’t think I was capable of anything more coherent than grunts and whispers, but Zed had to be magic. When he doubled his efforts, I started shrieking his name, and my orgasm was barreling at me at an alarming rate. When it hit me, I saw stars, and my body turned to Jell-O. I kept waiting for Zed to untie me. I was never a huge snuggler. I kicked people out of my apartment or left right after we were done. But I liked snuggling with Gideon, and I wanted to snuggle with Zed. That was certainly new for me, but so was everything else that had been thrown at me since Mattan showed up at my door.
I just laid there in this huge tied up heap on the bed. My body was still shaking, and Zed hadn’t made a move to untie me yet.
“Um, Zed?” I said, trying to crane my head behind me.
Zed started laughing again. “Oh, that’s cute, Tabby. You think that was the extent of my skills? I’m not even close to done with you tonight.”
Chapter 20
Zed certainly had skills. He kept me awake screaming for hours and he never even took his pants off. He kept me tied to the bed and did all that with just his fingers. When he finally untied me and spooned himself into my back, he kissed the back of my head and swore he had other skills with his tongue and when he got his pants off. Zed was all on board with what I wanted and promised to talk to the others.
When I got to breakfast, I kept expecting everyone to be angry if they could feel me with the others. It wasn’t like that with Gideon, and it wasn’t like that when I walked to breakfast with Zed. It was weird. If they all had this history of dying because of a woman, why weren’t they angry about it? They didn’t even give me or Zed dirty looks when we got to breakfast a little late.
In fact, Chase grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. He slid my plate over to him like he intended to either feed me or have me eat there. That was when I saw the first dirty look between the four of them. Gideon was scowling at Chase.
“Chase, we need to tell her before you go all Horseman of Conquest because you don’t want to wait for your night guarding her.”
“Tell me what?” I asked, sliding the plate closer.
I had no idea I’d be into this until Jana brought it out to me, but Lox and bagels were getting right up there with waffles as one of my top breakfast foods. The Horsemen liked it too, so Jana had been serving it often. Of course, we all liked it slightly different. When this was served, Jana brought out like six different flavors of cream cheese and different flavored bagels. Some of us liked capers with ours. It was Jana that convinced me to put those little green brain looking thingies on my bagel, and now I wouldn’t eat it any other way. I had no idea what a fucking caper was in the first place, but it was delicious on an everything bagel with jalapeno cream cheese.
I’d already inhaled half my bagel when I realized no one else was eating and they were all staring at me. I was pretty sure they were all used to me eating like a pig, and it wasn’t because I was shoving the bagel in my face hole and making little happy noises.
“What?” I asked with a mouthful of food.
“Something strange. We don’t know what it means yet,” Gideon said, frowning at me.
“You can be a fucking moron sometimes, Gideon. Everyone knows what it means but you,” Bash said.
I swallowed the bagel and Lox down and glared at all of them. “Someone care to clue me in because I don’t know either.”
“Well, you know we can feel each other, right?” Bash said, giving me this huge grin. “Last night, we felt you and we all ending up taking cold showers then jerking off because you just kept going. I can’t speak for the others, but I wanted to kick your bedroom door in and fuck your brains out.”
“We all did,” Chase said, brushing my hair off my shoulders. “Gideon is coming up with conspiracy theories because he doesn’t want to believe what you mentioned over breakfast the other day could be our solution to living out a long life on Earth and having a relationship.”
“You’re all just horny and thinking with your dicks. We showed up when the seals broke and saw Tabitha and a cat. What if Tabitha was the Antichrist this entire time and she’s been tricking us?”
“I wasn’t joking about sticking my boot up your ass when we first met,” I growled. Had he totally forgotten that night in my bedroom when he was guarding me?
“Tabitha, please,” Gideon sighed. “I’m just throwing out theories. None of us tried to date until after the Lamb was married. We stayed through the entire wedding. Sometimes, it was a century where there was a bedding ceremony. We never felt a Lamb get sexually aroused before. N
othing like last night.”
“It started with Gideon,” Chase said. “We could feel it just a little, but we didn’t know what it meant. It became pretty fucking obvious last night when you went for a marathon play session with Zed.”
“We’re not here to have marathon play sessions with the Lamb!” Gideon snapped.
“That certainly didn’t stop you from kissing me,” I snapped. I was butthurt he thought I was the Antichrist and had been lying to them this entire time.
“I know, Tabby,” Gideon sighed, finally calling me by my nickname instead of my full name like I was in trouble with him. “All I’m saying is that this is strange. Maybe it means what you keep suggesting over breakfast is possible and we can all be some polyamorous family. Or maybe it means Drake is somehow fooling all of us and if we do what you want before we stop him, we all die. That would leave you and the witnesses vulnerable. He technically needs us for the apocalypse to happen, but maybe he knows something we don’t. Maybe he thinks we’re useless if we only follow you and he’s got his own plans.”
“Then why the fuck didn’t you just say that instead of accusing me of being like my brother?”
“Because he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing or feeling and he thinks if he pushes you away, he doesn’t have to think about this,” Bash said, clapping Gideon on the back.
Gideon looked at me like he was in pain. “He’s right. We can’t protect you and stop Drake if we are dead. If I have to push you away until the damned apocalypse is over, I will.”
I just shrugged. I thought this was progress and I thought this was a good thing. Me and my Horsemen were clearly connected at a deeper level than just the apocalypse.
“Did you ever think we are connected this way because it’s going to help us stop Drake?” I pointed out.
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