Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 517: Of Gods And Homes

Chapter 517: Of Gods And Homes

"Please," I begged, my voice ragged with need.

Dimitri’s chest brushed against my back as he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that from you," he murmured, kissing my shoulder. "Begging so sweetly, so perfect. You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you?"

I nodded, too far gone to form words.

Chang Xuefeng’s hands smoothed over my hips, steadying me as I stayed perched on his cock, still pulsing and clenching with every stretch of Dimitri’s slow, teasing touch.

Dimitri’s slick finger slid out, replaced by the thick head of his cock. He didn’t push in—not yet. Just pressed, applying the slightest pressure to my tightest place.

"You can still say no," Dante reminded me, his voice a soothing balm at my side. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my head toward him. "One word from you, and we stop."

"I don’t want to stop," I breathed. "I want all of you."

Dimitri groaned low in his throat. "Say it again."

"I want all of you," I repeated, louder this time. "Please, Dimitri. Please."

That was all it took. He slid in slowly, carefully, letting me feel every inch. The burn was sharp and undeniable—but so was the pleasure, tangled together into something overwhelming.

"Goddamn," Dimitri cursed, gripping my waist. "You’re so fucking tight. You were made to be filled. Made to be worshipped."

"Look at her," Désiré whispered from somewhere to my right. "Torn open and still begging for more. Our perfect little devil."

I whimpered as both cocks filled me, Chang Xuefeng deep inside my pussy, Dimitri’s thick shaft stretching my ass. I was trembling, aching, unraveling at the seams.

Dante stroked my cheek, his voice velvet. "Breathe, little queen. You’re doing so well. So perfect. We’re all watching. You’re ours."

I gasped, not from pain, but from the rush of pride at their words. At the feeling of being completely possessed, held open, broken, and adored.

Chang Xuefeng kissed my sternum. "Let go, my love. I’ve got you."

With one hard thrust from Dimitri, I shattered.

My body convulsed as the orgasm tore through me, violent and blinding. My scream echoed in the room, raw and unfiltered, as both men kept moving, pushing me higher and higher until I couldn’t remember my name, only theirs.

Dante caught my mouth in a kiss as I collapsed, moaning into him as he whispered, "That’s my girl."

I barely noticed when Dimitri pulled out, too far gone to do anything but cling to Chang Xuefeng, who wrapped me in his arms and kissed my temple.

"I’ve got you," he repeated, over and over. "You’re safe. You’re mine."

One by one, the others approached, not to take, but to worship. They touched me gently, reverently—fingers on my shoulders, my hips, my thighs—as if I was something divine.

And maybe I was.

Because in this moment, I wasn’t the Devil.

I was their salvation.

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The bedroom was a mess of limbs and heat and contented sighs. The air smelled like sex and sweat, like sin and satisfaction—and I was exactly where I wanted to be, cradled between the bodies of my monsters, my gods, my home.

So, of course, the door had to open.

It didn’t creak or slam. It didn’t knock.

It simply unmade itself, dissolving into shadow, and there stood the one person who could walk into Hell itself and not get a single stare—because chaos didn’t need permission to arrive.

Papa Khaos stepped into the room, his bare feet silent against the stone. "Well," he said, his deep voice crackling like lightning through silk, "that was loud."

I didn’t move. Honestly, I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to. I was so well fucked that I don’t think I had a bone or muscle in my body. And I definitely wasn’t going to stand up naked to be lectured by the literal embodiment of chaos.

So I just raised an eyebrow. "You jealous?"

"Of the volume? No." He smirked. "Of the stamina? A little."

Dante, ever so helpful, reached for a discarded robe and tossed it over me like I was some over-sexed concubine who needed modesty at the last second. I accepted it with a grin, still straddling Chang Xuefeng’s lap.

Papa Khaos glanced around at the bodies curled together, the bruises blooming on my skin, the heat still radiating from the walls. "This is why I’m leaving, you know," he teased, cocking his head. "Too much noise. Too many hormones. I’m Chaos, not Lust."

"You’re just mad you didn’t get your own orgy," I said, stretching lazily.

He chuckled and walked over, crouching beside the bed, his golden eyes studying my face. "I’m not mad, little Balance. Just... itchy."

"Itchy?"

"For something new," he admitted. "I’ve been awake for all of five minutes in the grand scheme of the cosmos, and already I’ve seen you claim the world, chain the souls, and wreck the concept of order with nothing but your stubbornness and sass."

He reached out and flicked my forehead. "You’ve done well."

I blinked, caught between pride and confusion. "Wait—this is really it? You’re going?"

"I’m not leaving leaving," he said, standing up again. "I’m exploring. Stretching my legs. For the first time since the beginning of time, I’m free. I want to see stars being born, black holes devouring galaxies, nebulas spinning in colors that mortals will never see. I want to chase the edge of existence and laugh when I find out it doesn’t end."

I sat up straighter, suddenly more awake. "Will you come back?"

He leaned down and kissed the crown of my head, like he had when I was a child. "Of course I will. All you have to do is call."

My throat tightened. "What if I don’t want to call? What if I want you to stay?"

Papa Khaos smiled, a little sad and a little proud. "Then you’ll be proving you’ve finally grown into who you were always meant to be."

Behind me, Dante sat up and pressed a hand to my back. Luca moved closer, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. Tank and Beau were already rising, saying nothing, just listening.

Papa Khaos took a step back, shadows gathering at his feet like loyal pets. "The Devil’s Playground is yours, little one. The universe awaits me. But you? You’ve already made your own universe here."

"And if I fuck it up?" I asked quietly.

He grinned wide, eyes glowing like dying suns. "Then fuck it up beautifully."

And with that, Papa Khaos turned and vanished, taking the shadows with him, leaving only silence and a faint scent of ozone.

I sat in that silence for a long time before Ronan finally muttered, "So... does this mean we get the bed back?"

"Shut up," I said, flopping back into the mess of limbs and laughter, letting the silence settle like a soft promise against my skin.

He’d be back. I refused to accept anything less. Now that I finally had a Papa that I liked, I wasn’t going to let go of him.

And I didn’t have to.

After all, I was the reason the world was still spinning.