Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 515: The Rest Of Eternity

Chapter 515: The Rest Of Eternity

The doors to Hallow’s throne room creaked open as Eric and I returned.

Well, I strolled, Eric may or may not have limped behind me after tripping over a giant hole in the ground on our way home. It was hard to keep the smirk off my face, knowing that I was the reason why he was so distracted.

The demons in the hall turned toward us, their gazes sliding over me like they didn’t dare breathe too loudly. And honestly? Wise. I was still glowing.

Not literally, not yet, but I was planning on changing that right now.

"If you don’t want to spend eternity in the deepest pit of Hell that I can find, I suggest that you all disappear, right now." I held up five fingers as looks of fear and panic appeared on the faces of the hundred or so demons waiting to be heard.

"Five," I announced, dropping a finger. The bright smile on my face was enough to let the demons know that I was not playing around. Or at least, not with them.

By the time I got to ’three’, the audience room was completely empty except for me and my men. "That was easy," I purred, turning around to look at the men.

Désiré, lounging lazily on his golden throne with a grape between his fingers, glanced over at me with a wicked grin. "You look well-fucked," he purred, sticking his tongue out and flattening it. I watched with complete attention as his tongue darted between his thumb and finger before rolling back and bringing the offering into his mouth.

I never knew that eating grapes was such a turn-on. Then again, this was Désiré him simply breathing seemed to turn me on.

Not to be outdone, I popped the lollypop from my mouth with a dramatic pop before licking it like a whole different type of lollypop. "Well... it’s definitely a good start," I replied with a purr of my own.

The men around me shifted from side to side as Salvatore and Ronan unabashedly adjusted their cocks in their pants.

Ronan let out a low groan as he dropped his head back against his throne. Still fully clothed, he grabbed his cock from the front of his pants and gripped it hard. "That means it’s our turn now, doesn’t it?" he asked, his sleepy eyes half lowered as he looked at me. However, my eyes were completely focused on everything that his hand was doing.

Tank stood straighter by my throne, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he smirked at me. "It’s always our turn. Or haven’t you been paying attention?"

"Where have you been?" Luca asked, looking half-annoyed, half-turned-on. "We’ve been holding down a kingdom while you ran off to... do whatever that was."

He sounded pissed, the glare on his face telling me that he was pissed, but looking down at his pants, I think he was less pissed about me running away from the kingdom and more upset that I hadn’t chosen him for the adventure. Winking at him, I put the lollypop back into my mouth. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

"I would actually," Beau muttered, adjusting his collar and already loosening his tie. "In vivid, graphic detail. Don’t leave anything out."

"You’re all so impatient," I sighed. "Can’t a girl have a little fun without being part of a puppy pile?"

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," Dimitri said from the side, his deep voice a growl against the stone. He pushed off the wall, stalking closer. "Or that’s not exactly what you want. After all, we all got our moment with you... now it should be a free for all, right?"

Eric had the audacity to laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. "She’s just trying to see which one of us breaks first."

"Newsflash," Dante said from his obsidian throne. He was still so put together, looking like he was about to pass judgment. But if I looked closely, his eyes were completely black and staring at the pulse in my neck. "We’re already broken."

I held up a finger, moving it back and forth in front of his face. "Correction: You’re not broken; you’re mine. That means I get to break you... and put you back together again as many times as we want. I mean, isn’t that why they call it ’la petite mort?"

For a moment, there was silence before ten different flavors of tension humming in the air. Each of them stood now, circling like wolves. Ten men, ten obsessions, ten flavors of sin, desire, violence, and devotion.

And me?

I was their sole focus.

The first to reach me was Ronan, his movements unhurried even as he beat all the others to standing in front of me. Tilting his head to the side as he tugged at the collar of my dress like it was in his way. "Let me taste you," he begged. "I need to taste you." His hands were rough, his mouth rougher, but his heart? That was what he gave me with every breathless kiss.

Picking me up without breaking our kiss, he spun me around, planting me on his throne even as he dropped to his knees. "You have less than a second to stop me if this isn’t what you want," he said, even as he lifted my skirt.

I could tell the second he realized that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Sucking a deep breath, he let out a pained moan before I felt his flattened tongue lapping at my slit.

Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes as I felt myself becoming wetter and wetter. He licked me like I was his favorite dessert, and he ate me like a man dying of hunger.

His teeth gently nipped at my clit, even as his tongue darted even further into my entrance. The fine line between pleasure and pain was enough to send me over the cliff.

"That’s one," purred Salvatore as he gripped my throat. My eyes flashed open even as Ronan continued to eat me out, not giving me a chance to catch a breath after my orgasm. Salvatore, not liking that my attention was somewhere else, tightened his fingers just a bit, causing my eyes to jump up to his.

"You smell like apples, sugar, and sin," he continued, his nose tracing a line on the side of my neck from his fingers to behind my ear. Just as Ronan was nipping at my clit, Salvatore bit down hard on my ear, bringing me to yet another orgasm.

"That’s two," chuckled Beau, his voice causing my eyes to dart over to where he stood on my other side. However, Salvatore’s hand was keeping my neck and face in place so that I could only move my eyes. "Poor sugar," he continued, his fingers tracing down the front of my dress. "If you need to tap out, just let us know."

The smirk on his face told me a completely different story, even as he reached around to where my back was pressing against Ronan’s throne, unzipping my dress.

Cold air hit my naked chest as my dress gathered around my waist. However, before I could register the drop in temperature, Beau’s mouth was on my nipple. Moaning into Salvatore’s mouth, I couldn’t help but grind down on Ronan’s face, his nose bumping against my clit. I felt his tongue curling inside me, teasing at a spot inside of me that made me see stars.

Beau bit down hard on my right breast as I screamed my release. Then, ever so tenderly, he licked the spot where he had managed to break skin. "I’ll have to keep in mind my teeth," he purred, licking at the blood.

"Don’t," I gasped when Salvatore backed off. "I liked it."

And I did.

"That’s enough," grunted Dante, his voice breaking through the post orgasm fog in my head. I felt Beau, Ronan, and Salvatore freeze, even as I let out a soft whimper. I don’t know what Dante was talking about, but if he was referring to me, I could assure him, it wasn’t nearly enough.

"You have to let other people have a chance." I could hear the dark promise in Dante’s voice even as Ronan chuckled. Placing a gentle kiss on my inner thigh, he backed off.

"Need to listen to the bossman," he said, his fingers trailing against my cheek. Swooping down for a kiss, I could taste myself on his lips. "Besides, I can be really, really good at sharing... when I want to be."

Salvatore chuckled as he tightened his grip on my neck, reminding me of his presence. "Be a good girl for us, okay?" he murmured so softly in my ear that I knew only I could hear. "I want to hear each and every last climax... and only when we are satisfied, will I let you go."

"Who said I wanted you to let me go?" I demanded, my eyes flashing in challenge.

"Who said that I was going to?" replied Salvatore, stepping back. "We have the rest of eternity to make you cum. And you know how competitive we are; none of us are going to settle for second place when it comes to how many orgasms we give you."