I step back, trying to hear what he's thinking, but his walls feel higher than ever.
Oops…
Well, it was fun…
Seven
Mikka
The brothers are still ripping into Thorn as they begin to leave. I keep quiet, though, deciding not to infuriate him further. As bad as it is, I was almost tempted to try again and keep him there until he lightened the fuck up.
I mean, what’s really the harm? He’s acting like I’m an adversary who just discovered his weakness or something. God.
“Come on, sweetness.”
I follow Blade to the door, but just as I'm about to leave after him, I feel Thorn at my back.
“Where d’you think you're going?”
Goosebumps ripple over me, everywhere. “You told us to leave.”
“Not you.”
Blade turns and pretends to slice his throat, but he smiles before he disappears. I, on the other hand, have to steady my pounding heart before I turn to face the flames behind me.
Thorn reaches above me to close the door but keeps his eyes on me.
“Uh, how mad are you with me?”
The door slams and he drops his arm to his side. “I’m not mad with you.”
I frown. “Then, why are you?”
“Because, I don't lose control, Angel. Ever.”
“Maybe you should.”
“You don’t understand.”
I rest my hands on my hips. “Then make me. Let me in so I can understand. You’re clearly this way for a reason.”
“I am.”
“So, tell me.”
He sighs, but he doesn’t walk away, which I take as a good sign.
“Do your brothers know why you’re so uptight and bossy all the time?”
His eyes narrow. “They’re my brothers, they know everything about me.”
“Right, so what’s so bad about me knowing?”
He appears confused by my asking that. “Nothing, I just haven’t spoken to anyone except them about that shit for a long time.”
Now, I sigh. “Should I be offended? Do you not want me to know you?”
He lifts his hand and touches me without touching me, and I close my eyes with a gasp. He's all up in my mind, fucking me up and bringing back my earlier arousal, but he’s avoiding my question.
I push him away with a shove to his bare chest. “Don’t touch me like that, not when you’re hiding who you are from me.”
Something flickers behind his eyes. “I’m not.”
“You are.”
He rubs his hands over his hair. “I’ve had to stay in control to protect us, and now, you. My brothers look to me to keep shit together. I can’t switch off like they can.”
I frown. “Hold on, who said you had to carry the burden of this alone?”
“No one, but Mum leaving us meant I didn’t have a choice.”
His sadness hits me at full force. He isn’t hiding his feelings from me now... “Look, I completely understand that, but that was then, and this is now. They’re not kids anymore, and I’m pretty certain they don’t want you being like this. Have you thought that maybe they miss the old you sometimes?”
He shrugs.
“I mean, I doubt you used to be this grumpy when you were growing up.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not grumpy.”
“That’s debatable.”
His gaze drops to my stomach. “There’s still a lot to be cautious about.”
I instinctively rub my bump. “Yeah, of course there is, but there’s nothing any of us can do about that. Why dwell on it when you can’t change it? The babies are growing, and like you’ve all felt, they’re different to all your babies before. I told Blade that once the lab is set up and the rest of my equipment arrives, I’ll run as many tests as I can to find out what’s going on in there, alright? I’m just as concerned as you all are. Just because I don’t talk about it, doesn’t mean I’m not.”
“I know that.”
“Well then.” I close the distance between us. “I’m not saying to be wild and fuck the world, Thorn, just try to enjoy us being here, together and safe. Enjoy life for what it is right now.”
He nods, but his attention diverts to his fingers pulling at my curls. “You asked me if I liked being what I am when I was in that lab, but I didn’t answer because the answer was no, and I didn’t want to put you off becoming what I was.”
“What?” I blink up at him, trying to hide my shock while I wait for his eyes to return to mine. They finally do. “Why?”
“Because, this shit ruined my life, Mikka. Everything I built for my brothers and me was snatched away from us. I felt an emptiness I couldn’t fill, and there were so many unknowns that I couldn’t figure out—”
“But—”
“But,” he continues, silencing me with a brief finger to my lips, “I don’t feel that way anymore. I’m just…”
Frightened.
He doesn’t have to say it, I feel it. I rest a hand on his chest. “So talk to me, don’t keep all your worries to yourself. I want to know all your fears, and your hopes, even your dreams. We’re all in this together, right? The six of us?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Right?”
Another sigh. “Yeah.”
“I know I can’t make any promises about anything yet, but I feel like it will be okay.”
I've lost him again, and now he’s smiling. Head-trip, much?
“What could possibly be funny now?”
“Nothing.”
“No, tell me, or I’ll make you kneel again.”
His eyes darken, but then he stalks towards me until I’m backed up against the door. “You’re still wet. You’ve been arguing with me, but the whole time I’ve been inhaling your scent like a fucking drug.”
My feelings suffer whiplash as they return to how they were. Before the ice bucket that was Thorn’s anger was splashed in my face. I’m now desperate for him to touch me again. But is he actually going to this time? “If this is just gonna lead to—”
He boxes me in with his scarred, shimmering arms. “Are you ready to tell me what you want now, Angel?”
I can’t help but gape at the audacity of that question. “I have been telling you. I’ve practically been begging you to fuck me all day.”
He leans closer, his eyes flaming to red but his body remaining unshifted, and I shiver when his deathly breath brushes my lips lightly with how close he gets. “Want to know a secret?”
“Will it end with you inside me?”
He actually laughs. Laughs! My, God… And I think my waters just broke prematurely…
“Well, someone’s happy again,” I breathe out.
“You’ve changed so much since that lab, Angel. And in all good ways, before you ask.”
I shrug and hide a smirk. “I guess being around all of you has a lot to do with that.”
“Maybe… But back to my secret…”
My pulse rises. “Yeah…?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth and then pulls back a little. “I've never kneeled for anyone.”
“Huh?” He hasn't kneeled for anyone at all? “But didn’t you—”
He shakes his head. “She asked me.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He kisses my shoulder before lowering to his knees. “But as you've given me so many firsts, it's only right that I should give you one.” He lifts his head and smirks. “Unless you want me to call Blade in here instead?”
I scowl down at him. He chooses now to have a sense of humour? Can’t he see I’m desperate? “How about you shut up and put your mouth to better use instead?”
“Just checking.” He tugs at the hem of my maxi dress. “Get rid of this, before I do.”
I pull it up and off to throw it across the room. “Any more requests?”
“Yeah. Tell me, did it turn you on?”
“What?”
“The control. Having the both of us at your mercy like that.”<
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I nod down at him, but he’s focused on pulling my French knickers down my legs. “Maybe a bit too much.”
He discards my knickers to hook my left thigh over his shoulder. “Well, don’t bet on me letting you do it again.”
“Oh, real—” He buries his face between my thighs, forcing his soft lips between my drenched ones to run his tongue from my entrance all the way to my—“Oh, fuck!”
He groans, but I can only shudder in response when it reverberates through me.
My hand goes straight to the back of his head to pull him clos—“Oh, my God,” I whisper, forgetting all about the argument I was going to make and deciding to ask him something way more pressing instead.
He knows these babies have me feeling a way for him and Blade, but yet he likes to torment me. I feel like killing him half the time.
“Why? Why do you always have to make me suffer?”
I ignore the rest of the brothers asking the same question from the kitchen. Thorn’s making sure they’re in this to, but in my mind, there’s only him.
‘This is why, Angel.’ He pulls me forward by my ass and bites my pussy lips.
Actually bites them!
He doesn't draw blood, but the sensation of his teeth pressing into my most sensitive place is definitely somethin—“Thorn!”
His answer to my pleading is a husky groan that ends with his fingers thrusting into me and his lips around my clit, gently sucking between flicks of his tongue. My thighs tremble and clench as I spiral towards climax, but when I feel his mental touches on other parts of my body, it’s all over for me.
Fuck, his mind…
I grind myself against his face as I cum, and I feel his fingers slip deeper to rub that explosive spot inside me. My moans have been replaced by gasps now, too, but then everything blurs into pleasure as I ride out a climax that threatens to kill me.
My God. What the fuck was that?
My foot hits the floor and then Thorn is almost immediately back on his feet. I open my eyes to a vision of his lips and beard glistening from my cum.
I suffer heart palpitations from the sight of that.
He strokes my belly. “It’s the babies. Maybe I’ll try for three next time.”
I think that scares me. “I don’t know if I’d survive that.”
His hand drifts up from my stomach to my breasts, building an ache inside me that drives me wild. “Tell me what you want now, Angel. Tell me what you need.”
I feel my cheeks heating. He wants me to actually say the words out loud. Not hint. Say.
He lifts my chin. “Never be afraid to tell us what you want. Ever. Hungry mouths—or pussies—don't get fed.” His lip twitches after his last word, and I realise how attractive I think it is. “Tell me.”
I swallow down my nerves. “I want you to fuck me until I scream. It's what I've wanted since you strolled into the kitchen this morning in all your scarred-up glory.”
The look on his face tells me he approves of my answer. “Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?” He strips out of his jeans and I exhale deeply from finally having him naked in front of me.
“No, it wasn’t,” I mutter, completely side-tracked by how incredible his body is.
“Rain-check on the island.” He glances behind me. “This door will have to do.” He lifts me and I lock my legs around his waist, then rib by rib, he lowers me onto him.
As soon as our bodies join, I can no longer feel the ache that’s been building inside me. All my anger, all my frustrations disappear, leaving only the promise of release behind. He controls the pace at first, testing my limits and being cautious of the babies, but it’s not long before he’s panting along with me and driving his dick home, over and over again, like he’s been craving me just as much as I’ve craved him.
His firm body is flush against my breasts, his scent all over me, and his hands are grabbing on my ass so tightly they’re digging brutally into my skin. I look him dead in the eyes and claw at his shoulders and arms in return, loving how his eyes darken and redden, back and forth, threatening me with the other him.
But I don’t care which Thorn I get right now, I just need him to fuck me until I can’t breathe.
I tighten inside and his lips part with a moan. He doesn’t have to vocalise the fact he wants me to repeat it, his eyes tell me everything. I encourage him to go harder as I carry out his request, but when he doesn’t give me what I want, I throw my nerves away and decide to voice it out loud.
“Harder,” I moan, again and again, but it’s still not enough. I reach inside his mind and find it wide open, so I let him feel everything I am as I move in to kiss him, but instead, I lick his lips. “I’m not screaming yet.”
I’m slammed back against the door.
Then he really lets go.
He gets so deep that my screams deafen me, but not even that slows him. There's no sign of him shifting, but with the way he’s dealing with me right now, he might as well be the other him.
The way he looks at me while he rams his dick deep, brings me as much pleasure as his pinches to my nipples do. Controlled Thorn has definitely left. It seems I've opened Pandora’s box and now all hell is breaking loose.
All hell.
“I’m almost there,” I pant out, not wanting him to move from the spot he’s hitting. “Don’t stop. Oh, God.”
His eyes flame. “Fuck, Angel, I can’t wait to watch you cum.” He slows a little but never misses a hit. “You make me think of some dark, dark shit. If you weren’t carrying my seed right now...”
I close my eyes and he shows me as I cum, but I quickly re-open them when I feel the thrust that tells me he’s cumming, too.
Fiery eyes.
Parted lips.
The sexiest groan.
And my climax starts all over again.
Eight
Mikka
“Wake up!”
The brothers all stir before full-blown startling and scrambling to get up out of bed. Arms get caught in sheets, legs get tangled, but they finally make their way to their feet.
It's after six now, so I know they're not tired. Although, they have been working hard over the past few days. Not only with me, but in the lab.
But I know they'll want to see this.
“What's wrong, Princess?” Dagger asks first, wiping his eyes.
I step back and quickly open my robe to show them my belly. There is a definite bump on me now, and I think it’s finally hit me that I’ll be a mother to three in four weeks’ time.
A flurry of hands caress my perfectly petite bump in turn before kisses rain down on my head and cheeks. Although slightly nervous, they're still happy as hell, and I feel engulfed with their excitement.
I rest my hand on my belly and sigh with contentment. It's the strangest feeling, having three lives growing inside you, especially because I can feel them on such a deeper level than any human would. I even stay up late listening to their heartbeats, loving how much stronger they get every day.
“Can you tell their sexes yet?” Blade asks.
I shake my head. “Not yet, but I should be able to tell sometime next week.”
“Pregnancy really suits you, Princess.” Dagger rests another kiss on my forehead. “I’m tempted to keep you like this.
I smile up at him. “Depending on how many you all decide to have, I might be pregnant for a few years straight.”
“We have plenty of room,” Pin says. “Let me make you breakfast. I know you’re hungry.”
“I am, but I can help.”
“I’m good, baby. I’ve got it.”
He disappears out of the room and Thorn eyes the clock on the wall before turning to Axe. “Wanna hit the road?”
Axe nods. “Sure you're not gonna eat these, babe?”
I roll my eyes. “As much as you’d all love that, my craving was quenched.” I haven't wanted any zombie flesh since the last one I ate. I’m not sure if that means anything, but the scientist in me can’t help but think that it
does.
“Alright. We'll be back in time to eat.”
They both kiss my forehead before they leave, and then I'm left with Blade and Dagger.
“Come. We’ll double check the cage before they get back,” Blade says, taking my hand to lead me up to the top floor.
My boyfriends have done amazing with my new lab. My equipment was delivered early yesterday, and they got straight to work helping me set everything up. I can now run all the tests I need to, and Pin has linked my sample machine to my programme, too.
So now I can get back to work.
I stand in front of my deep freeze. I drew blood from all the brothers last night, and from myself. They’re all stored in there, waiting…
“So, Princess, what's the plan?”
I return to Dagger and Blade who are sitting on the couch that Pin bought me, beside the window. I perch on the armrest after declining their offers to get up. “First, to karyotype all our DNA. Then I'm going to see if my SARA antigen has any influence on anything. I don't know if it will pass onto the babies, I assume it would, but we'll have to wait until they're born to find out. I won't risk their safety by doing any invasive prenatal diagnostics.”
“Definitely not,” Blade says. “That’s not happening.”
“Mikka didn’t even debate it, bro,” Dagger tells him in my defence. “We’ve talked about this.”
I smile at Dagger. “I’d never do that, Blade. Besides, I can still run plenty of tests through MDP, see what I can figure out from there. Hypothetical of course.”
I need to remember that just because my programme comes up with something, doesn’t mean it actually happens. I’ve learnt my lesson from the tests I ran.
Dagger rests a hand on my thigh. “Well, whatever you need, we're here to help.”
“Sure, Doctor...uh…” I frown. “What is your last name?”
He smirks. “Clarke.”
I nod in knowing. “Ah, Jamaican parents.”
“Yep.” His eyes twinkle. “You gonna call me Doctor Clarke, Princess?”
My own smile breaks free. “Do you want me to?”
He groans. “Maybe. I always did like a little role play.”
Yeah, his thoughts are telling me just how much. “Maybe you could get me a nurse’s outfit? Then I could really play the part.”
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