Part 2: Torn Desires (Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance) (4 page)

Chapter 10

There
was a knock on the door. Tanya woke with a start. The sun was low and much less
light shone through the drapes that hung in billows over iron rods.

“Enter.”
Zane lay on his back, the sheet rode low on his hips. An enormous erection
tented the light material. Tanya made to stand.

“Stay.”
He tucked her into the crook of his arm.

A
supermodel walked in. Long, blond hair that fanned her shoulders. She had
lithe, tanned legs and wore a short silk robe tied loosely at her narrow waist.
“Your highness.” She gave a curtsy.

The
leggy vampire was clearly naked beneath the robe. Hard points spiked the soft,
shiny fabric. Commando was clearly a vampire thing.

“I’m
here to measure the human for her new wardrobe.” It was only then that she
noticed that the vampire had a tape measure in one of her hands.

“Fine.”
He released his hold on her, wincing as he moved to sit upright. His wound had
knitted but still looked angry and red, like it might pop open with even the
slightest provocation.

“Hi,
I’m Charlotte. Please come and stand over here.”

Tanya
looked back at the woman who gestured to the area directly in front of her. Tanya
pulled her dress down firmly. It wouldn’t do to have all her lady bits showing.
She tried to run a hand through her hair as she sat up but it was a tangled
mess. Damn, she was too scared to look in a mirror. Especially with this beauty
queen in the room.

She
ran her fingers through the knotted mess a few more times in a last ditch
effort as she moved to stand in front of the vamp. Charlotte smiled. “Stay
still while I...” She surrounded her breasts with the tape and shook her head.
“Nope…it would work better if you took the dress off. Let me help you.”

A
sound of horror escaped Tanya’s lips. “No, that’s fine. I’m not wearing a bra
so you should be able to—”

“My
measurements won’t be accurate. Let me…” The vampire took a step toward her, hands
raised. Tanya realised in horror that she planned on undoing the knot that tied
the dress around her neck.

“No!”
It came out a little harsh. Charlotte ignored her taking another step. Eyes
firmly fixed on the material that wound around Tanya’s neck. The vamp was
quick, her hands were on the knot before she knew what was happening. It was a
perfectly natural response when she slapped the other woman’s hands away. Charlotte’s
eyes widened.

A
chuckle caused her to break eye contact with the striking blonde. Zane clasped
his shoulder for support as he continued to laugh. “Leave the human, she seems
to have modesty issues.”

More
like having this ravishing creature measuring her through her clothes was bad
enough. Tanya didn’t like taking her clothes off for anyone, let alone a crowd.
Especially when said crowd had perfectly sculpted bodies.

“Fine,
but I will not be held liable if the garments do not fit her perfectly.”
Charlotte wrapped the tape around Tanya’s breasts. “Wow, you will make a very
good mother.”

Tanya
felt her cheeks heat. Next the vampire put the tape around her waist and then
hips. “Child birth should not be an issue.”

Tanya
made a choking sound, slapping her hand over her mouth until she could compose
herself. “Has anyone ever told you that it’s bad manners to point things like
that out to a person? So I’m a pound or two overweight. Big deal.” She felt her
cheeks grow warmer this time in anger. Charlotte looked at her as if she had suddenly
sprouted horns.

Zane
chuckled, the sound ending on a moan. “You’re killing my shoulder female.
Charlotte was offering you a compliment. Wider hips and fuller breasts are a
good thing. Very few vampire females are capable of birthing young, their hips
are too narrow.”

“I
noticed,” she couldn’t help but mumble.

“You
are very lucky, my lord. I like her,” Charlotte smiled. “I have never met a
human with nerve.”

Tanya
felt pride surge. So the woman was both beautiful and sweet. Tanya changed her
mind about the sweet part less than a second later though, when the female
vampire removed her own robe. This time it took a little longer to get the
choking fit under control. The vampire seemed to have acres of smooth creamy
skin. Although much smaller than her own, the blonde’s breasts were bigger than
most vampires’ that she’d seen, with raspberry tips that looked ripe enough to
pick. To make matters worse, she was clean shaven down below. Is that how
vampires liked it?

“What
do you need, my lord?” Was it Tanya’s imagination or had the female’s voice
grown husky.

Tanya
glanced at Zane who was looking at her. Their eyes locked. “I will take
everything I need from my female.”

Tanya
swallowed. It seemed she sat on a precipice. Did she let this bimbo into
her…Zane’s bed or did she do what needed to be done herself?

“My
lord…” The blonde sounded incredulous. “You need blood if you are to heal. Sex
will also help. The human is weak, she cannot possibly…” Charlotte walked
towards the bed as she spoke. The vamp had an ass so tight Tanya was sure she
used it to crack nuts. Right now she hated the bitch even if she was trying to,
for lack of a better word, help Zane.

“I
said I would take everything I needed from my female. You can leave now.”

“The
poison must be worse than we suspected. You’re not thinking straight.”
Charlotte put a knee on his bed, stretching her hand towards where his erection
had been. No bulging sheets in site at the moment though. For the first time
his eyes flashed to Charlotte staying firmly on her face. The vampire’s hand
inched closer to his cock.

“Touch
him and…”
And what?
What could she possibly do to this super human
woman?

“You
heard my female. I assure you I am fine. My female is more than capable of
taking care of me. Thank you, Charlotte. Now go before I get angry.” His voice
took on a sharp edge.

Charlotte
nodded. She paused for a few seconds before standing and donning her robe, just
as she reached the door she turned back. “Call me if you need me.”

“He
won’t need you.” The words were out before she could stop them.

The
vampire’s eyes lowered as she spoke. “You will be leaving come morning.” She
wasn’t trying to be mean, just stating a simple fact. The door thudded shut as
she left.

Anger
bubbled up inside her. “Will you call her once I’ve gone?” Tanya spun to face
Zane. The question was so unfair. She had no right to ask it. Wishing she
hadn’t because she knew she would hate the answer.

“I
might. I might call someone else. You will be snug in Brant’s arms, so what
concern is it to you?”

“None.”
She lied. “I was just wondering,” she mumbled. The thought of him taking
Charlotte or one of the many other willing females left a bitter taste in her
mouth.

“Come
here.”

“No.”
This whole situation was so screwed up. Brant was the one for her, yet the
thought of Zane fucking Charlotte, of him drinking from her…why did she feel so
jealous? She had no right to be so torn between the two kings.

His
jaw tightened. “Are you insisting I remain faithful while you are with Brant?”

Everything
in her screamed to tell him yes. To force him to do just that, but she
couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. Especially since she could never choose Zane.
Brant had decided on her from the start, while Zane had taken another. The only
reason she was here right now was because Zane’s chosen was dead. And there it
was. The one thing that had eluded her. The most important reason why she could
never be with this king. The dead woman had looked nothing like her, was
nothing like her. The only reason she was here right now was to give this man
future heirs, his true chosen was gone.

“No,
I don’t expect you to remain faithful.”

“Don’t
look so upset. Is it that Brant has promised this to you?” His eyes narrowed.
“Brant is a fool. How many times do I need to remind you of that?”

“You
can be such an asshole. Why is Brant a fool? People should be faithful to one
another while they are courting. It’s the right thing to do.” She folded her
arms across her chest.

Zane
smiled. “This is not a normal situation. I will be faithful to you while you
are here, but if you choose to go back to Brant all bets are off.”

“That’s
blackmail.”

“That’s
life sweetness.” He cocked his head.

“You’re
such a jerk, I wish I had never gone down on you. Wrapped my mouth around your
slut of a cock.”

Zane
chuckled. “You will be doing that again very soon but first I want to plough
your tight sheath. I cannot wait to make you come.”

Tanya
felt her jaw drop. “No freaking way. I don’t have sex with sluts.”

“Sex
is perfectly normal and perfectly healthy.” He yanked the sheet off his body.
One times humungous cock jutted up. “I need it to get well.”

What
the hell had she agreed to? She wanted to tell him to call for Charlotte but
the words stuck in her throat. Brant would never forgive her, hell, she would
never forgive herself. She’d only ever had sex with two people before Brant.
The first was a giant mistake. Although the second had been a mistake too, they
had been in a long term relationship. She was about to have sex with two
different men in the space of twenty four hours. Yet she couldn’t think of any
other way out of this.

“You
can’t drink from me.” It was technically the one thing Brant had asked her.

Zane’s
eyes darkened. “My shoulder will not heal until I drink. I’m as weak as a new
born whelp.”

“No
blood.”

Zane
shook his head. “Fine, but that will mean that we have to stay in this room. In
this bed until our time is up. As much as I had hoped to be able to take you
like a man, it seems I will have to rely on you.” His eyes narrowed daring her
to defy him. “Straddle my hips so that I can touch you. You will need to ride
me.”

A
zing of need shot from her pussy. It raced through her whole body leaving her
feeling a little shaky.

“No,”
the barest whisper.

“Your
body says yes.” His eyes softened, “I need you.” It must’ve taken considerable
effort for him to say those words. “Straddle my hips. Once I touch you, any
doubt will evaporate.”

That’s
what she was afraid of.

“I
know you want me.” A low growl that had her channel turning slick with need even
though she still thought he was a big, fat jerk.

“The
only reason I want you is because you have a good body.”

Zane
threw her a half smile and sniffed the air. “Mmmm.” A low rumble of approval as
he scented her arousal.

“Stop
that. It’s not fair. The problem is that sex would complicate things.”

“It
seems to me that they are complicated already.”

“There’s
more to all of this than sex. It would be wrong.”

His
whole body tensed. “You rutted with Brant, yet you deny me my most basic of
needs.”

“I
sucked you off just a few hours ago. You’ve had your fun damn it. Now leave me
alone.”

“As
much as I enjoyed your mouth, I haven’t felt you shudder with your release. I
haven’t heard you scream as I drive into you over and over again. I haven’t yet
established whether you like it hard or soft. Maybe a combination of both,” his
brows arched. “Can you come with just g-spot stimulation or will you need me to
rub your clit while I fuck you?” Juice trickled down her left thigh forcing her
to close her legs tightly. It only increased her arousal. “I want to lick that
wetness from between your legs, stick my tongue so far up that sweet little
pussy…”

Tanya
was on the verge of running to his bed, of impaling herself on his hard cock
when a knock sounded at the door. She couldn’t help but to groan in
frustration.

Another
knock. “There has been an incident sire.”

Zane’s
eyes flared for a second. “We will finish this shortly. Enter.” Zane growled as
he pulled the sheet across his hips.

Lance
walked in. He inclined his head in Tanya’s direction without actually looking
at her.

“This
had better be important.”

Lance
was dressed from head to toe in leather. He wore a long jacket. “The north
fence was breached.”

“When?”
Zane pulled himself into a sitting position. A pang of guilt hit her as she
noticed how he struggled with the simple task, his right hand clasped his left
shoulder for support.

“Less
than five hours ago.”

“Around
the same time we were attacked.”

Lance
took a step forward. “I think we should discuss this in your office,” he
lowered his voice.

“Whatever
you have to say, you can say in front of my female.”

“Sire,
she goes back in”—he glanced at his watch—“less than fourteen hours.”