#3 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 3: Love & War) (2 page)

It seemed that Brant was allowing himself
to be restrained by Zane. He had to be since they were pretty evenly matched,
or they had been when she had first walked in the room.

Zane looked her way. “Take your clothes
off.”

“What? No—”

“He needs to rut with you, needs his scent
on you to calm down.” Zane swallowed hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his
biceps bulged with the exertion of keeping Brant restrained.

Brant bucked underneath him managing to
pull an arm free. He fisted Zane’s shirt pulling him almost nose to nose. “Get
the fuck out.”

“Like hell.” Zane shoved Brant back down.
“You might hurt her.”

“I would never—”

“Do you think I want to watch you fuck
her?” His face was contorted in rage. “I will stay. Female”—Zane kept his eyes
on Brant’s—“take your clothes off right now.”

Shit.
This wasn’t happening.

“Do it,” Brant’s voice was tense.

Shit.
This was happening.
Had
everyone in the room lost their minds?

“I can’t possibly. You can’t expect me to…”

Xavier burst in through the partially opened
door followed by Stephany and Lance.

“Get out,” Zane growled.

“You heard him,” Brant’s voice held that same
level of authority.

“But—” Xavier started to argue.

“Out!” Both kings said simultaneously.
Xavier stopped mid-sentence. Lance dropped his eyes and nodded tersely.
Stephany had the audacity to smile. She freaking looked at each of the kings
and then at Tanya, a wide grin appearing on her face.
The bitch
. Lance
put a hand to her back as he ushered her out of the room. Was it her
imagination or did Stephany stiffen under his touch? There was no time to think
on it because both kings turned to look at her as the door closed.

“I’m so sorry, Tanya. Please understand.”
Brant panted like it was difficult for him to speak normally. “I need you to
take your clothes off and you need to do it right now.” Brant was apologizing
to her when she was the one that had caused all of this in the first place. She
shook her head preparing to argue.

“He would never forgive himself if he
accidentally hurt you. He’s not in full control and needs to get his own scent
on you so that he can calm down enough to think rationally.” As if in answer,
Brant growled low and deep. Not the kind of growl that aroused, but rather the
kind that caused fear to spike inside her. “Please, sweetness. I’ll talk you
through it. Neither of us wants to see you hurt.” Zane kept his eyes on her.

“I’m sorry, Cenwein…” Brant said between
clenched teeth. “Zane’s right. You need to do as he says.”

“I’m right…where is a recorder when you
need one?”

“Fuck you.” Brant broke a hand free and
punched Zane, who laughed. Brant’s fist connected with Zane’s nose in a spray
of blood that quickly subsided.

“Blood. I like the look on you.” Brant
pulled his fist back to punch Zane again but the other vamp was too quick and
blocked the blow pushing Brant back down with a hand to the chest.

“Try to stay calm. I won’t bait you again.”

“My need to kill you is beginning to
override my need to remove your scent from my female.” Brant spat the words at
Zane, his big body growing tenser by the second.

“Wait. Please don’t kill each other. Stop!”
The thought of the two warriors coming to blows and possibly injuring each
other, or worse, had her forgetting all about her modesty. She pulled off her
shoes and unzipped her jeans, which she shoved down her hips. After a moment’s
hesitation
, this wasn’t happening,
she pulled down her panties. The ones
that she’d painstakingly dried the day before. Her cheeks heated as both
vampires stared her way.

“Okay, maybe rutting is a better idea.”
Brant gave a low growl this time laced with arousal. Normally the sound would
leave her wet and aching but not with two sets of eyes staring at her. God this
was so embarrassing. Brant’s eyes were hooded with arousal, they turned hard
and terrifying. “Your scent on her is stronger now that she’s naked.” He turned
hard eyes on Zane.

“Sweetness, get your delectable ass over
here.”

Brant snarled.

“I’m going to sit behind him, I’ll hold his
arms. You straddle him as soon as I’m off. The sooner his cock is inside you
the better.”

“I can’t believe you just said that to me.
This is so fucked up.” She went down on her haunches next to them.

“Don’t over think this, sweetness.” Zane
cupped her cheek for a second.

“Take your hands off her,” Brant growled.
“I’ll make it up to you, Cenwein.” He sounded pained.

“Ready?” Zane winked at her. “You can do
this.”

She nodded once, not trusting her voice. As
soon as Zane moved, she took his place. The moment her pussy touched Brant’s clothed
cock, he went from semi to fully erect.

“I need you, Tanya,” Brant whispered. “You
know I would never hurt you.” A complete contradiction since Zane held both of Brant’s
arms to the ground above his head.

“Take him, sweetness,” Zane coaxed.

Tanya licked her lips, fumbling with the
catches on Brant’s suit pants.  Brant hissed as his cock sprang free. She
positioned herself over him, his big head at her entrance. She struggled to get
even the tip of him inside her.

A thumb brushed up against her clit. “Close
your eyes.” It was Zane. He held Brant’s arms with one hand. Brant was clearly
allowing himself to be restrained at this point.

Brant snarled, his eyes were glowing so
bright that she was sure they’d be able to light up a dark room. “Get your
filthy hands off her.”

“She’s not ready for you. You do want her
to have pleasure too. You don’t want to hurt her. I don’t trust you enough to
let you go.”

Brant cursed. “Do it.” He locked his jaw as
Zane’s thumb moved over her clit in a lazy circle before dipping into her once.
She tried not to react, not when both men were watching her so intently.

“Close your eyes,” Zane’s deep, husky voice
had her pulse quickening. She did as he said. It might be easier if she didn’t
have to see them. Zane’s finger was slipping and sliding over her clit. Her
pussy clenched, against all odds, she could feel herself growing wet. He pushed
two fingers inside her. She groaned, unable to stop the building need that
clawed at her. Brant growled. A vibrating rumble of arousal. Zane removed his
fingers only to start back on her tight nub. So soft, she rolled her pelvis to
try and grind up against him. Needing more. Instead of fingers, her clit met
with hard cock. Tanya ground herself against Brant. Ground herself against his
velvet clad steel.

“That’s it, sweetness,” Zane’s voice was
tight. Was he just as aroused? She kept her eyes shut. Didn’t want to break the
moment. She burned with the need to come, she rubbed herself harder against
Brant’s shaft. He groaned.

“Take him, sweetness.”

She positioned him at her entrance and this
time he slipped in easily. Tanya eased down on his hard length panting as he
slowly filled her. Loving how she stretched to accommodate him.   

Brant pushed up from below. She cried out
with the pure ecstasy as he fully sheathed himself in her. She swallowed hard
rocking her hips, keeping him deep. Loving how he felt against her.

Tanya eased up and pushed back down. Brant
groaned.

“That’s it, sweetness,” Zane’s deep voice
rolled over her.

Up and down, she leaned forward ever so
slightly until she found that angle that hit her just right. She whimpered as
she slid back down on him.

“Faster,” Brant urged her. “You feel so
good.”

Tanya opened her eyes looking down at
Brant. His lashes were at half-mast. She did as he asked upping the tempo while
still ensuring that she kept him deep and hard. She mewled each time she slid
back onto him. Brant thrust from below keeping the rhythm she had set.

“So good.” His eyes were still glowing.
“Wish I could flip you over and fuck you hard.”

She gasped at both his crude words and
because he had chosen that moment to thrust into her with added ferocity. Tanya
was appalled to find she enjoyed the dirty talk. Brant tensed underneath her,
fighting to free his hands. He managed to break one free, which he used to yank
her sweater tearing it half way up her front.

Zane chuckled as he secured Brant’s hands
once again. Although she wasn’t moving, Brant continued to thrust into her, the
deep friction seemed to catch all her nerve endings. She moaned.

“Looks like someone wants a look at those
stunning tits. Can’t say I blame him.”

“Watch your filthy mouth.” Brant grit out
through clenched teeth while keeping up his assault from below.

Tanya lifted her gaze, catching Zane’s
heated look.
What difference did it make?
She pulled her sweater over
her head and unhooked her bra. Zane’s eyes almost bugged out of his skull and
Brant made the sound a wounded animal would make.

“Gods how I want to touch you.” Brant was
no longer moving. Both vampires stared like they’d never seen a naked woman
before.

“So god damned sexy.” Zane’s eyes narrowed
on hers then moved between her chest and her face.

“Close your fucking eyes!” Brant sounded
pissed. He looked even angrier.

“Shut it. You’re the one who gets to fuck
her. Any more lip and I’ll knock you out and finish this myself.”

Brant fought against the restraint. Tanya
needed a diversion so she sat back more firmly onto his cock. Up…down…up…down.
Harder and faster with every bounce. She concentrated on her own pleasure,
needing an orgasm more than her next breath. The incredible slip and slide of
his cock taking her closer and closer with every sweet thrust.

“That’s it, sweetness. Just a little more.”

Brant made a noise of agreement. She cried
out as a finger brushed against her clit. Zane was holding Brant with one hand
while he leaned forward and stroked her clit with the other. His face was
taught with desire.

Brant growled something between pleasure
and a warning.

“Oh yes,” she cried. Her orgasm building as
his finger picked up momentum over her tightening nub. When Zane pinched her
clit between two fingers while Brant fucked her harder from below, it was as if
she had died and gone to heaven. Just the thought of both men touching her,
bringing her to completion, was enough to keep her screaming as waves of
pleasure rushed through her. She barely registered Brant jerking beneath her as
he found his own release. 

Warm arms bracketed her, hot kisses were
planted on her cheeks and mouth. Tanya opened her eyes to Brant’s warm, dark
chocolate stare. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”

“It’s okay.” How the hell did she confess
that although afraid at first, it had been the most erotic moment of her life?
How even now she wanted a redo. This time she could sit on Zane’s cock while
Brant squeezed and tweaked her nipples.

Zane.

She looked over Brant’s shoulder. The big
vampire stood behind them. Shit, he looked angry. Eyes dark, body tense,
brooding expression. His gaze softened as she caught his eye.

“That was…fun. Left me with one hell of a
hard on…but fun none the less.”

Brant growled. “You sick bastard.”

Zane sort of smiled. “You would have one
too if our roles were reversed and you can’t tell me you’ve never shared before.”

“Tanya is different and you know it.”

Shit, she should’ve known that vampires
would be into this sort of ménage shit. All that free, natural mumbo jumbo. In
the end she’d loved what had just gone down just as much as they had, but the
thought of sharing these men in return made her green-eyed-bug-monster pop out.

 “As much as I would love to fist my cock
during round number two, better yet, I could…”

“Don’t say it.” Brant held up his hand.

Zane folded his arms. “You’re right
because, my hard-on aside, I believe we have a conversation to finish.”

Brant lifted her off him. Her blood heated
as Zane let his eyes slid down the entire length of her stopping in all the
naughty places. His leather pants bulged at his crotch. Part of her wanted to giggle
while the other part wanted to embrace her feminine side. No contest, she
thrust her chest out loving how his lashes practically fused. His chest
expanded with a deep breath. Zane shook his head in disbelief. “You surprise me
female. You would love to ride my cock right now wouldn’t you?”

She gasped. “I so would not.” There wasn’t
much venom in her voice and his answering grin said it all. Tanya tugged on her
panties, feeling her cheeks heat under his gaze. She concentrated on dressing while
ignoring the vampires.

 It scared her how Zane seemed to be able
to read her like a book. How could she deny it with any credibility when he
spoke the truth? Tanya pulled her jeans over her hips and did up the zip and
button. Her bra went on next, she adjusted the twins into the cups. Zane
groaned and repositioned himself in his pants. When she looked up, both men
were staring at her.