Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 516: Praise and Permission

Chapter 516: Praise and Permission

Tank didn’t wait for permission.

With a growl low enough to shake the stone beneath our feet, he stalked across the throne room, grabbed me around the waist, and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. "I don’t know about the rest of you," he said, voice rough with need, "but I need a bed for what’s coming next."

The others didn’t argue. Hell, they didn’t even blink. As one, they rush forward, their eyes on me like I was the Pied Piper.

Tank was not the most comfortable of all my men; all those muscles didn’t really allow for a lot of padding on his massive shoulders, so I squirmed, trying to get into a more comfortable position.

The hand landed on my ass faster than my brain could process and I froze at the feeling. "Stop moving around," Tank growled, his hand resting firmly on my ass. "Be a good girl, and we’ll get to the bedroom that much faster."

This time, I didn’t squirm. Didn’t scream. Just grinned, biting my lower lip as I let myself be carried through Hallow’s winding halls. My ass swayed with every step Tank took, even with his hand still firmly on it, and I felt the heavy tension growing tighter with each passing moment. My men were behind us—stalking like predators—but it was Tank who would strike first.

He walked through the doorway of the bedroom, the weird barrier between the room and the rest of the house completely black as it kept prying eyes out. Not like any strangers would ever be able to make it up here alive. With a grunt, Tank tossed me onto the bed like a ragdoll.

I bounced once, my hair fanning out around me, my dress pooling around my knees.

Tank didn’t waste time. Ripping off his own clothes, his eyes never left me even as he climbed on top of me. His large body blanketed mine as he stared down with the hunger of a man who’d waited far too long. "You glow, you know that?" he rumbled, cupping my cheek with a surprising gentleness. "Like firelight and sin. Makes a man want to burn."

"Then burn," I whispered, hooking my leg around his waist.

He groaned, then kissed me—deep, possessive, hungry. His hands roamed my body like he was mapping out sacred ground, and when his finger finally found my center, still soaked from Ronan, he slid the thick digit inside of me.

I arched into his touch, moaning at the way his finger stretched me. I could feel him curling it inside of me, even as his thumb pressed down on my clit. I whimpered, my eyes opening wide, and I came hard.

"That’s one for Tank," purred Dante. Turning my head, I saw that the others had made their way into the room. Ronan, Salvatore, and Beau stood beside the window, their hungry eyes feasting on the sight in front of them. Luca, Désiré, and Eric were standing side by side, talking softly to each other even as they stared at me.

And around the bed, Dante, Dimitri, and Daddy Death himself, Chang Xuefeng, watched like I was some sort of sacrifice lying on an altar.

The eyes of all nine men seemed to burn me, making me even hotter than I ever thought possible. "Someone enjoys being watched," purred Désiré, his voice thick with lust. "I wonder what else she will enjoy?"

"I think that is an excellent question," smirked Luca, his eyes following Tank’s fingers as they continued to stretch me. "Why don’t we test some limits here?"

"You can do what you want when it’s your turn," grunted Dimitri, his voice so deep it sounded like a growl. "But for us? If you want to keep watching, I suggest you be silent."

From beside my head, Dante leaned forward, his fingers combing my hair as Tank added a second finger, stretching me even more. Looking at Dante, I couldn’t help but shiver as his black eyes fixed on me like I was his own personal religion. "You take him so well," he murmured. "Look at her. She was made for this."

"You’re all talk, Dante," I gasped, grinding my hips up to meet Tank’s punishing rhythm. "Come closer and prove it."

"I will," he promised. "But not yet. I want to watch her fall apart first."

Tank grunted, taking his fingers out even as my pussy desperately tried to keep them in. "Don’t worry, little Lamb," he said, the smile on his face doing weird things to my insides. "I’m not going anywhere."

Then I felt something a lot thicker, a lot longer than his fingers pressing against my entrance. "So wet for me," he purred, even as he slowly pushed his cock inside. When he couldn’t push any further, he slowly pulled out, causing me to growl in response.

"Such as good girl," purred Tank, looking down where we were joined. This time, when he pushed forward, I was able to take him just a bit deeper before he was forced to retreat again. "So hot," he groaned, closing his eyes. "So tight."

Dimitri stepped beside the bed, fingers trailing lazily down my arm as Tank began to fuck me harder. "You’re beautiful when you break," he said tenderly. "But you’re breathtaking when you surrender."

"I’m not surrendering," I hissed, even as Tank finally bottomed out. I could feel his balls brushing against the outside of my wet pussy. Picking up the pace, they bumped and pressed against my body, enhancing everything.

He smiled, sharp and wicked as I was forced to close my eyes as Tank expertly began to circle my clit. "Not yet."

Tank drove into me like he was trying to claim my soul, and I let him—moaning, clenching, spiraling into that sweet oblivion only he could give. When I shattered around him, he roared my name like it was the only word that mattered.

He pulled out slowly, reverently, kissing my trembling thigh before lifting me into his arms again and placing me gently at the center of the bed.

"My turn," said Chang Xuefeng, stepping forward.

He wasn’t loud like the others. He didn’t posture. He simply reached for me, his hands steady, his gaze impossibly calm. He was still wearing his t-shirt and cargo pants, but there was nothing soft about the heat radiating off him.

He cradled my face in his hands. "I never thought this day would come," he sighed, caressing my sweaty skin. "You are like my own version of Heaven and Hell, all rolled up in a beautiful package."

"It’s amazing how horny you get when there isn’t a hundred and one things to do," I said sleepily. And it was true. When I was constantly on the move, constantly bombarded with wishes, it was hard to want to put myself out even more.

"But now I only have ten things to do," I smirked, my eyes slowly opened as I stared up at Chang Xuefeng. "And I plan to do them every day for the rest of my life."

"Promise?" purred Chang Xuefeng, dipping his head as he licked up the sweat on my collarbone. "Because that would be a dream come true."

"I live to serve," I purred, lifting my hips up to grind against his. "But only if you serve me first."

"Aways," he vowed, right before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. It seemed like there was a direct connection from my nipple to my pussy and I was about to beg for Daddy’s cock to fill me up.

As if reading my mind, Chang Xuefeng smiled. "I love you," he whispered, right before he slid into me.

I was completely soaked. Not only with my own fluids, but with Tank’s cum as well. However, even with all that, Chang Xuefeng still had to grit his teeth as he pushed into me. He wasn’t as long as Tank was, but what he lacked in length, he made up with in girth.

Gasping at the burning sensation, I couldn’t help but want more.

"On your back," grunted Dimitri. "It’s time to learn to be a team player."

My eyes flew open even as Chang Xuefeng’s body started to vibrate with laughter. "I’m already on my back," I gasped.

"I wasn’t talking about you," purred Dimitri. "Let’s see just how fucking hot you will look riding that cock."

Before my brain could process what he was saying, I was already being flipped over, Chang Xuefeng now on the mattress as I sat on his cock.

The change in position caused me to sink even deeper onto him, stretching me out even more. "Holy fuck," I grunted, bracing my hands on Chang Xuefeng’s chest. "Oh my god."

"Hardly," smiled Chang Xuefeng as he looked up at me. "But I’m more than willing to be your god if you ask nicely."

Slowly moving up, I gasped at the sensation. "You already are," I replied, sinking back down. "My god of Death, my Angel of Death, my Daddy, my Chang Xuefeng."

"As long as you know," purred the man just as I felt something hard at my back entrance.

Looking over my shoulder, I stared at Dimitri as Désiré handed him a bottle of something.

"Shh," Dante murmured, sitting on the bed beside me. "You are such as good girl. So perfect. You were made for us, just like we were made for you. Now, lean forward onto your Daddy’s chest as Dimitri get’s your ass ready."

For a vulnerable moment, I looked at Dante, my eyes wide. I had never taken someone there before, and I didn’t know if I would like it or not.

"Trust me," grunted Dimitri as I felt his sticky, wet finger into my tight ring. "If you don’t like it, simply tell me and it ends there."

I nodded my head, letting him know that I heard what he was saying, but my entire body was focused on the feeling of his finger. Every time it stretched out my rosebud, I clenched down harder onto Chang Xuefeng.

"Fuck," grunted my angel, grinding his teeth together. "It seems she likes it just fine."

"There is a big difference between my finger and my cock," snapped Dimitri as he continued to push more and more of the lube inside of me. "And I don’t want to take the change of hurting her."

"But she is such a good girl, taking Chang Xuefeng’s cock and your finger at the same time. Look at her, look how perfect she is."

I could feel my muscles relaxing even more as Dante continued to praise me. "Fuck me," I begged. "Please."

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