#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (2 page)

Brant
had said that he wanted to be a father. Zane seemed to only want heirs and was
treating this whole thing like a business arrangement. The thought of carrying
another life, of raising a child scared the hell out of her. It also sent a
jolt of excitement through her. All of this was so unexpected.

“What
do you want?” Zane mirrored Brant’s question. “I know that you are compatible
with both of us and that you wanted to rut with both of us yesterday.”

She
scrunched her eyes shut. “You didn’t just say that?”

“We
need to be honest and rational about this. Admit it.” Those dark eyes stayed
with her.

She
held Brant’s gaze, it had turned hard. He nodded. “Be honest, Cenwein.”

“It
was a little embarrassing at first, but I’ll admit that I enjoyed it.” She
looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. “I liked both of your hands on
me.” She felt her cheeks heat.

“You
want us both,” Zane said. It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yes,”
she whispered.

“You
want both of us to mate you come the new moon.”

“Yes,”
another whisper.

“I’m
going to have you now.” Zane tore at his pants, removing them quickly while somehow
managing to advance on her at the same time. He picked up the condoms at her
feet tossing them distastefully to the other side of the room. With one light
tug, her robe fell in a blue arc at her feet. He touched his hand to her belly.
“I cannot wait for your womb to quicken with my seed.” Brant snarled but stayed
where he was. Zane’s lips twitched. “Fine,” he sighed. “With royal seed. That
alpha won’t get you, but this will be the best way to ensure your safety. More
importantly we need this to secure our union with no means for escape.” His
eyes softened. “You will make a good mother.” He glanced Brant’s way and her
eyes tracked his.

Brant
looked like he was barely managing to keep a handle on his emotions. His jaw
worked. He eventually nodded once. “It would be for the best, Cenwein.” He
tried to smile. “I look forward to seeing your belly swollen with our child.”

“Cenwein,”
Zane said, his eyes tracked her naked flesh. “I can see why you call our female
that…”

“Don’t
you dare think of calling her that—” Brant’s eyes were so dark that they looked
black.

“Relax…”
Zane held up a hand. “I prefer Ysnaar myself.”

“She
does tend to want to claw your eyes out a lot of the time,” Brant smiled. It
was tight and didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You
should see her when my dick’s inside of her.”

Tanya
gasped. Brant snarled, taking a step towards Zane but somehow managing to hold
back. “Watch your dirty mouth.”

“Stop
being so freaking uptight. There’s nothing like a bit of dirty talk to liven up
the party.” Zane bobbed his eyebrows up and down. His cock jutted from his
body.

“What
does it mean? Cenwein?” she asked trying to defuse the situation. Also, it was
something she had been meaning to ask.

Brant’s
eyes softened. “It is a type of flower. Exquisitely rare and beautiful, yet
very delicate. One touch and the flower dies.”

“I’m
hardly delicate.” She laughed ending on a snort.

Zane
wrapped his hand around her waist. “Oh, yes you are. The funny thing is that
although we use the term Ysnaar to describe a feisty individual, it is also a
type of flower. Strikingly beautiful, just as delicate only full of deadly
barbs. You do have bite to you and I like that in a female. I have found it to
be rare in a human.”

“Oh
happy days, you at least like something about me.”

“I
do like that trait. There are other things I like too though.” He paused, his
eyes dipping to her chest. “Now the time for talk is over.” He sniffed the air.
“The scent of your heat grows stronger.” This time he nuzzled into her neck and
Brant rocked from one foot to the other, his fists were clenched at his sides.

“How
did you know I was coming into heat?”

“Like
I said earlier, I ran into Stephany outside the entrance to this place. She was
the one who gave me the condoms. Told me where I could find you. She must’ve
scented it on you earlier.”

Fantastic.
Stephany had orchestrated the whole damn thing. She held Brant’s eyes. “You
really need to have a little talk with her.”

His
lips twitched, but didn’t break into a smile. Zane bent down, he picked up his
discarded shirt and a bottle of water. He opened the water and poured some onto
the shirt. Using careful strokes, he cleaned the blood from her neck and hands.
Reapplying the water to his shirt at regular intervals. Once he seemed
satisfied with his work, he used the dry side to mop up any remaining water on
her skin.

“You
weren’t hurt,” again a statement.

She
shook her head. It was times like these that she glimpsed a different side to
him, one that gave her hope, one that told her he cared and that this was more
than just the future of his coven to him. It was also about his future too. One
with her. Hopefully one in which he would be happy. Maybe he could even grow to
love her. She hoped the same for Brant and prayed that she wasn’t alienating
him by wanting this.

When
Zane was done, he threw the shirt down and set the water on the ground to the
right of them. He stood, towering over her and put his hands on her hips almost
waiting for an invitation, which was strange because Zane had always come
across as a male that took.

“Tanya,”
Brant’s pained voice cut into her like a knife. She looked up and saw the
stricken look on his face. Every muscle was roped and bulging. Especially the
ones on his neck. They were corded and strained.

She
couldn’t hurt him like this. She pulled away from Zane’s embrace and stumbled
in her haste to get to Brant, thankfully he was there to catch her. Brant
wrapped her in his arms. “I’m sorry, it’s okay,” he whispered for her ears
only.

“No,
it’s not. You don’t want this.”

“It
doesn’t matter. At least this way I get to keep you even if I can’t ever have
all of you. You’ll be happy. It’s all I need.”

“Are
you sure?”

“Yes.
It is for the best.” His tender eyes held hers. Why did this have to be so
difficult?

“Okay.”
Her eyes pricked. Before she could think on it, there was suddenly heat and
then hard male behind her. One part in particular. It hardened up a whole lot
as it made contact with her lower back. Zane put his hands on her hips rubbing
up and down her upper thighs.

“We’ll
make this work, sweetness,” his deep baritone voice caressed her. One of Zane’s
large hands rounded her belly, dipping down and immediately zoning in on her
clit. God, but the man was good. She had to suppress a moan since she was still
in Brant’s arms. Her breathing must’ve changed because he tensed taking a step
back. Her hands stayed on his shoulders. Brant glanced down and when his eyes
lifted they were hard, narrowed. His jaw tensed and locked. Tanya wanted to say
something, but what could she do or say to help him through this?

He
moved to the far wall. Taking up a stance that reminded her of a marble statue.
His eyes followed them as Zane ushered her to the bed. She couldn’t take her
eyes off him either. Even while Zane’s hand remained on the bundle of nerves
between her legs, or even as he picked her up and positioned her on all fours.

Crouching
over her, Zane slipped a finger inside her while his thumb stayed on her clit.
Tanya had to work hard to suppress a moan as she tried to concentrate on
Brant’s face. His eyes were glowing, his body so tense that she was sure he
would sprain something. Her orgasm built inside her with a speed that surprised
her considering the situation. When Zane inserted a second finger, she couldn’t
help the whimper that escaped. Brant growled, low and deadly but he didn’t move
so much as a muscle.

As
hard as she tried to resist, it was useless, Zane was just too good at zoning
in on all of her sweet spots. He knew exactly how to touch her and went about
the task with relentless precision. Using his other hand, he palmed her breast squeezing
almost to the point of pain. It felt so damned good.

“Fucking
sexy.” His words surprised her, he wasn’t the type to dish out compliments
lightly. Or possibly ever. Zane nipped at her shoulder, continuing his
ministrations on both her pussy and her breast. “Come for me, sweetness,” a
rough growl that sent her over the edge.

Eyes
squeezed shut, she rode his hand trying to hold back a cry and failing dismally.
Rough hands grasped her hips. Zane thrust himself inside her balls deep in one
motion. She cried out, her pussy still clenching from the orgasm. Not giving
her time to catch her breath, he continued to ram himself into her. No sooner
had she rode out the rest of her orgasm, did the build of her next one begin.

Brant
snarled, his face was contorted in rage but her body didn’t give a damn as it
tightened with her pending orgasm. “You feel so good.” Husky, deep, she loved
the sound of Zane’s voice.

She
didn’t think it was possible, but Zane picked up speed and her core hummed. The
first flutters contracted her pussy walls. Zane had her caged underneath him.
His hands kept her anchored in place. There was a sharp pinch at the base of
her neck followed by an explosion of blinding pleasure. Her back bowed. She
screamed as he sucked a second time. Her body shook, her mind blanked,
everything in her stopped. Her breath caught in her lungs. All she could do was
feel. Zane jerked inside her, grunting as he found his own release.

There
was a loud thud and Zane was no longer behind her. She turned her head, feeling
dazed. Brant stood behind her with Zane on the floor, his lip split and
bloodied. Brant looked pissed. His eyes glowed, flashing red for a second. He
snarled, his long, wicked looking fangs gleamed. On the ends of his fingers,
sharp looking claws had taken the place of his nails. She had to stop herself
from backing away. From telling him to stop. It took every ounce of strength
she possessed to stay still as he closed the small distance between them.

Brant
pushed her into the mattress, her breasts and the one side of her face pressed
firmly down into the soft material. One hand held the back of her neck while
the other grabbed her hip. His claws dug into her flesh. They would leave marks
for sure. She whimpered but knew instinctively that it would be best to keep
still and to remain calm. Brant was still somewhere inside the vampire that
clung to her. He might not be himself right now but he would never hurt her.

“Easy,”
Zane said. His voice even and calm. At least if Brant did lose it Zane was
right there.

“Fuck
you,” an inhuman snarl as Brant sank into her. He growled as his balls slapped
against her ass. There was a sharp pinch in the same area Zane had bitten her
and she orgasmed hard as he sucked. The fact that she was restrained with his
dick, unmoving yet deep inside her, had her coming even harder on the second
draw. Brant withdrew his fangs and licked her neck. Her groan ended on a cry as
he began to move in long, hard thrusts. He grunted with each languid stroke.
Not letting up on the grip on her neck and hip. How in the hell was it
possible? She physically hurt from the rough sex both vampires had doled out,
yet another orgasm started its slow build again.

Brant
continued to fuck her hard, yet he didn’t increase his speed. It kept her on
the edge. Every muscle clenched in expectation. Her body was slick from the
exertion. She was panting and mewling. On the verge of begging when he bit her
again. It was like a freight train hit her. Her mouth went slack, her eyes
widened before squeezing shut and her pussy clenched so hard that she was sure
she would hurt him. Another suck had every muscle in her body contorted under
his heavy weight. She felt hot bursts deep inside as Brant came, they urged her
to higher limits.

Somewhere
in the distance she thought she heard a shout, but blood rushed in her ears
making it hard to hear. A meaty thud. Brant ripped both his hands and fangs
away from her neck. His whole body seemed to vibrate with a low growl. The spot
at her neck throbbed.

“Enough,”
Zane’s deep voice finally penetrated her rational mind.

Brant
clasped her hips with both hands, his cock was hardening up and he began to
rock into her. “No”—she moaned—“I can’t.”

“I
said enough. Let our female rest. I’ll let you have her first next time.”

“Generous
of you.” Brant continued to thrust. She moaned because it hurt, but damn it
somehow it managed to feel good as well.

“She
is human and needs to rest.” Zane’s voice had dropped about three octaves.
Another deep thrust. There was a loud crack and it was Brant’s turn to hit the
floor. Tanya collapsed. She grabbed for the blanket at the foot of the bed as
Brant leapt to his feet. The two vampires clashed chests, snarling into each
other’s faces. They looked like the non-human version of rabid dogs about to
fight. Tanya felt too drained to try and stop them. She wrapped herself in a
blanket while moving as far away from the males as possible.

Zane
backed down first. “The female will be hurt if we fight.”