“Now, now, be nice. You might be the Kings, but remember who the Queen is, and her role.”
“We ain't forgotten,” Blade says, resting a kiss on my inner thigh. “We couldn’t, even if we tried.”
“Right,” Pin says, speaking up. “The moment Thorn saw you, our heads and our hearts knew what you were.”
Oh, this is news…
Dagger sighs. “Yeah, I’ll never forget that moment. That changed everything for us.”
Axe looks up at me. “Trust me, we might be filling all your delicious little holes, but you filled the biggest ones in all of us.” He rests a hand over my heart. “In here.”
I smile madly at that. I’m also a little surprised by his words. “I have no idea how you just made something so crude, sound so sweet.”
His eyes twinkle. “One of my talents, babe. I told you I was the bes—oww!”
“Shut up,” Blade grumbles. “Some of us are tired.”
“Yeah,” Pin adds. “And some of us are just tired of hearing your shit.”
I close my eyes as they argue it out again.
Sleep would be good…
It’s after ten when we wake again. We’ve all showered and dressed into underwear, and I’m wearing a robe, but that’s as far as it went. Pin and Dagger cooked while I got a tour of the house, and they also helped me unpack my things.
Now we’re all sitting at the island, eating.
“Can you all cook?” I ask, after swallowing a mouthful of grilled chicken.
“I can't cook for shit.” Blade laughs. He’s sitting in front of me at the island. “Neither can Axe.”
Axe shrugs to my left. “Pot noodles were invented for people like us.”
I roll my eyes.
“We have tried,” Blade says, “but that shit ain’t ever turned out well.”
“I'll teach you some easy recipes.”
“I've tried,” Pin says. He’s at the end of the island. “They're not good students.”
Blade glares at him. “Fuck off. You’re just a shit teacher.”
I shake my head, turning my attention back to Pin. “And how did you learn how to cook?”
Pin smiles, blessing me with his sexy dimples, but I also see his laughter lines for the first time. “I was always up under mum’s feet. I like to eat, so I learned how to cook.”
“I see…” I think hard about whether to ask about their mum, and I eventually decide to. “What happened to your mum?”
Their moods take a plummet and I regret my question.
Thorn holds my hand on my lap, though, reassuring me that they’re fine with me asking. “She committed suicide after news got back that dad died.”
My heart breaks from hearing that. “Oh... I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Blade says. “Mum was the best, even with all her creepy ways.” He smiles. “We couldn’t’ve asked for better parents.”
That’s reassuring to know. They all deserve the best of everything.
“Thorn took care of us after,” Dagger says, holding his fork mid-air as his thoughts return to his mother. “He was twenty-one then.”
I hmm a reply. That explains a lot about Thorn. “How old are you, Thorn?”
“Thirty-three,” he answers between mouthfuls.
“Then it’s me,” Dagger continues. “I’m thirty-two, Blade’s twenty-nine, Pin's twenty-eight, and Axe is twenty-five.”
“And how did you all end up in Wales?”
“Pin, building this place. We're originally from Bristol. Our parents were from the Windrush generation. Migrants from Jamaica.”
“Ah, okay.”
“What about you, babe?” Axe asks, reaching for the bottle of water beside Thorn. “Where are your parents from?”
“Dad was from America; Air Force, and my mum grew up in Germany but moved here with her mum when she was fifteen. She’s half Kenyan and German. My dad died when I was fifteen from a stroke, and my mum and brother both live in America now. They moved there not long after zombies first rose.”
“Can't blame them,” a few of them mutter.
“Yeah. I do miss them, but I don’t know what’s gonna happen now. I know they’ll be freaking out about me being this.”
Thorn’s hand finds mine again. “Don’t worry yourself over that right now, Angel. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
The rest of my kings agree.
“Yeah…”
“After we finish eating,” Pin says, “I’ll sort out your cell. I wanted to have a look at your programme, too, if that’s okay?”
I nod. “Fine by me.”
“We'll sort out the room that will be your lab, too,” Thorn says. “I ordered some things on the way up here. Courier will have them here within the hour.”
“That would be great. Thanks.”
“I know you need other things, so let me know and I'll get them.” He downs a glass of water and then gets up to start clearing the plates with Axe.
“I will.”
Three
Mikka
I scroll through the news on my newly encrypted cell while the brothers build the new office furniture. There's a desk, two chairs, and a small filing cabinet to put together, but they’re making quick work of them.
Dagger’s already asked me for a list of other things I need. There wasn’t much, but the things I’ve asked for are expensive. Thorn has a hold of the money I cleared out of my bank account—ten grand—but I haven't offered him any for the furniture so far.
He heard my thoughts about it, and I heard his: he won't accept it.
If they don’t let me pay for anything, I just won’t ask for it back. I have no intention to anyway. I’m more than fine with them wanting to take care of me financially, but I’m not going to hold onto money while they spend all of theirs. So, let them carry on. They think they’re clever, but they forget that I’m a genius.
Thorn gives me a look that I return fiercely, until he looks away.
“We haven’t forgotten,” Dagger mutters, tightening a bolt on the cabinet.
“Good.” I move over to the window to admire the view. This room is on the top floor and this window is floor to ceiling, so the view is even better than the one from downstairs.
Depending how much time I spend in here, at least it will be calming to look out at.
This room is twice the size of my old bedroom and bigger than any lab I’ve had at work. It might be sparse now, but after I get everything set up, it will soon feel more like an actual lab. Although, I’ll need to replace this carpet with wood flooring.
“Pin can do it,” Axe says behind me. “Good with his hands, remember?”
I smirk but I don’t turn around. “Oh, yeah.”
“He used to be a bathroom fitter before he decided to hunt rats for a living.”
“I see…” Pin seems to be full of surprises… I turn to face them and see they’re finished.
The desk is set up on the left, the opposite side of the room to the door, and the metal filing cabinet is just inside the alcove behind it. I look around at the cream walls and think about what kind of shelving I should put up in here.
“Thank you,” I tell them. “From where I’m standing, it looks like you’re all good with your hands.”
They all hide some kind of smirk after I say that.
“We’re gonna run into town while you and Pin work. You want anything?” Dagger asks as the four of them walk over to me.
I take a quick look over to Pin. He’s sitting in front of my MacBook on the desk, with his own beside it. “Uh, I don’t think so.” I begin to shake my head, but then I stop. “Actually, some strawberry ice cream would be nice. And, maybe, an arm?”
Dagger’s eyes widen. “You craving zombies, Princess?”
I nod up at him as they surround me.
“We’ll bring you back a whole one this time,” Blade says, taming some of my loose curls behind my ear. “You should’ve asked.”
I wring my finger
s. “I know, but I know we’re in the middle of nowhere and I wasn’t sure if it was possible.”
“Anything is possible, Angel.”
Thorn rests a kiss on my forehead as they prepare to leave, but the way his hand presses against my stomach before he steps away from me, makes my heart flutter. Then when Blade, Axe, and Dagger all do the same, it races out of control.
They literally make me melt.
I watch them leave, but I feel their reluctance to. “I’ll be fine,” I reassure them.
I hear their murmurs of ‘I know’, but then they’re soon gone from the room, and after getting dressed, I hear one of the cars start out front.
I sit beside Pin and watch him tapping away on his Mac before returning his attention to mine. I haven't really had a chance to speak to him much out of all the brothers, so I'm looking forward to getting to know him a little better. His mind reminds me of mine; technical and complex. He’s already tinkered around with my programme and is enhancing its features.
“What's the name of your YouTube channel?” I ask as I open up the APP on my phone.
He gives it a quick glance. “Zombie Hunter O-One.”
I type it in and feel my eyes bulge when I clock his ninety-million subscribers.
“Impressed?”
I glance up, but he's still tapping away on my Mac. “Very.” I scroll through the videos and select one under his ‘Man V Zombie Vermin’ series that has one-point-six billion views.
Damn.
After I skip the ads, the video plays in night vision. I think it’s just him, wearing a bodycam, and he’s in a small town that I recognise as being not too far from here. I remember passing the church on the corner of the street. I turn the volume up and hear the groans and grunts from the zombies close, but nothing visual yet.
My heart is racing waiting for the action to start.
The footage speeds up, and then an onslaught of blood, guts and rotten flesh sprays the camera as he proceeds to chop and slash zombie after zombie in quick succession. The video slows during each kill, but apart from that, it’s fast paced and kinda reminds me of a video game, but real.
This shit is way more exciting than anything I usually watch. I even feel my hands twitching each time he wields his machete, feeling the urge to chop one up myself.
The slow-motion effects really add to the experience, too. The way he slows, not just the kills down, but the blood spatter hitting his camera lens, really adds to the gore.
I watch a few others with similar views, then scroll through the comments.
Great speed-up effects. Loved the gutting. - Mike
Yasss! Kill those muthafuckas! - Nemodies23
I don’t know how you do this shit, man, but I love it. Even got my Nan watching this shit! - Eatmyface02342
You need to come to Swansea! We’re overrun down here. – EvaBeava500
Pin has some serious fans on here.
“They eat it up.”
I lift my head and see him looking down at my phone screen. “I just did, too. It's thrilling as hell.”
He smirks before spinning on his chair to get back to my Mac. “Yeah, well, maybe you can come on a session with me.”
“Really?”
“If you want.” He gives me and then my stomach a quick look. “Not now, though. Maybe after. Or between.”
“Oh, yeah... I forgot about that.”
He smiles to himself. “Give it a few days when your belly’s grown. It won't be so easy to forget then. And you're carrying three… I can't wait to see how big you get.”
My stomach flutters excitedly. I didn’t think of that. I’ll be huge. “I'm gonna be as big as this house.”
He chuckles. “More than likely.”
I watch him typing new code into my programme, but then my eyes divert to the scars over his arms and back. He’s only wearing grey boxers, and I notice all his silky dark skin is speckled in those even darker beauty marks. I bet he had girls on tap with his quiet mysterious vibe he’s got going on.
All of them most likely did.
“Did any of you have girlfriends or wives?”
He blinks as he turns his head, surprised by my question. “Dagger and Thorn were engaged, the rest of us had girlfriends, but they were all at the party that night and turned. Cops got them after that. Once we realised they weren’t like us and we couldn’t save them, we ran.”
“Oh, God. I'm so sorry.” Again. Damn, I really do ask the worst questions. I don’t even tune into the other brothers’ thoughts to hear what they’re thinking. I’m a little scared to.
“Yeah, it was pretty rough at the time, but we kinda had more important things to worry about after that.”
“I understand that.” I don’t know if I could’ve gone through what they did.
I become lost to my thoughts. Everyone, including me, just see zombies as the enemy—which they are—but I’ve forgotten that they used to be human. They’ve had their lives ripped away from them, lost everything, and they didn’t ask for that.
“What about you? Can't say I've met many twenty-year-old virgins. Especially ones that look like you.”
I laugh, but I also blush a little at his compliment. “Well, I'm not anymore, am I?”
His lip twitches like Thorn’s does when he’s trying not to smile, but he keeps typing. “No. But why were you? If I'd known you, I'd have been dying to take you to bed.”
More flutters. “That's nice to know.”
He shrugs. “I have eyes, and you're sexy as fuck.”
I blush harder. “Well, as you know, I was a ‘child genius’, so between studying and graduating early, there wasn't much time for boys. And then I sort of fell in love with DNA and devoted my time to that.”
“But you had opportunities.”
“I did.” I hear his thoughts about Zane. “I guess I was just picky.”
That makes him laugh. “Hmmm.”
“Why, hmm?”
He spins in his chair to face me. “No reason.”
“No, there has to be a reason.” I attempt to listen to his thoughts to find out, but they’ve turned to something else now.
His dark, almond eyes dip to my feet before rising slowly up my legs and over my robe until they return to my face. “When Thorn fucked with your mind and had you running home to make yourself cum, I can’t even tell you how many times I nutted over myself thinking about that.”
“Uh…” Okay… I don’t know what I was expecting him to say, but that wasn’t it.
He adjusts his dick. “I’m pretty sure we all did the same.”
His memories flood my head, and arousal hits me like one of Axe’s slaps to my pussy. I shift on my chair. “One of you really need to show me how to do that,” I mutter, suddenly nervous. I don’t know why, until I hear the new direction of Pin’s thoughts.
His eyes simmer to a light brown. “Show me.”
I swallow, hard. “What, you want me to make myself cum? In front of you?”
He pulls my hand, and I stand in front of him, between his legs. “Right now.”
My heart races when I hear his brothers encouraging me to. I chew my lip. Making yourself cum in private is one thing, but to do it with an audience…
“No reason to feel nervous, baby.” He tugs at the opening of my robe. “Will it make you feel more comfortable if I do it with you?”
“Uh, yes—no. I dunno.”
He pushes the chair back to stand, then releases the tie from my hair. “It's just me here.” He’s suddenly naked, and my attention briefly drops to his thick, ribbed length that’s hard as hell between his muscular thighs. “Forget about everyone else. Just think about us.”
I’m pretty sure I stopped thinking about anything else the moment he was naked in front of me. His shoulders are so broad, and his scars practically sparkle under this light. And I never noticed before, but his dick curves towards his rippled torso a little, too.
“Get naked, and I’ll show you something.”
I
lift my head and feel my lower belly cramp. “Show me what?”
Both his dimples appear in full force. “Naked, first.”
Those dimples, though…
I open my robe and let it drop to the floor, leaving me in only my plain black bra and thong. My hands are shaking, but one look back up at Pin and my nerves vanish.
And the look in his eyes now…
“Fuck,” he breathes, “you don’t even know how sexy you are. We can’t keep our hands off you for a reason, Mikka.” The step between us is suddenly no more, and his hands are in my hair. “I don't know how Thorn managed to stay in that glass...” He drops his hands to glide his thumbs over my nipples that are begging to be released from my bra. “…if that were me, I would’ve broken out the first day and stolen your innocence all over that lab.”
He sits back down in the chair but pulls me forward to stand back between his legs. His hand curls around his dick, then he slowly, but firmly, runs it up the entire length and straight back down again, making sure to explore every curve.
The breath he exhales cuts through the silence in here like one of his machetes. And so does mine. My lower belly is throbbing with desire, enough to hurt, and I might not have scars like him, but my skin is marred with goosebumps just the same.
His eyes capture mine, reminding me that I'm meant to be in this with him, so I pull my hand forward to rest it between my thighs. I trail it up to push my fingers inside my thong, quickly finding my pussy lips and immediately inhaling a quick breath of my own when I touch a pool of arousal.
My mind is bombarded with appreciative words of approval, but I close my eyes and try to block them out as I run my fingers through my juices. I’m so wet…and in a moment of need, I eagerly find my clit to circle the hell out of it.
Fuck, yeah…
“You smell damn good, baby. Real good.”
A soft moan catches in my throat from hearing his voice so thick and dark with lust. I want to make this good for him, so I think back to when I came in the bath the first night after work, so I can re-enact it.
I twist my left nipple between my fingers and feel another rush of arousal flood out of me. I really moan now. God, I’m already close. This is so much hotter than I expected it to be.
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