#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (3 page)

Brant
moved into the empty space still snarling.

“Tanya
will be hurt. You need to stop.” This time the statement seemed to snap Brant
out of his crazed state. Weird how just a few hours ago this had seemed like a
good idea, right now she felt like she might have made the biggest mistake of
her life.

Zane
tossed some clothes her way. A set of sweats that were so big that she had to
fold the waist and sleeves to get them to sort of fit. Then he grabbed a bottle
of water and sat down next to her on the bed.

“Are
you hurt?” Zane asked as he handed her the water.

“I’m
a bit bruised and I have a couple of scratches,”
more like claw marks,
“but
I’ll survive.”

“Let
me see.” Zane moved the hoodie of the sweatshirt and leaned in to examine the
back of her neck and throat. She thanked God that he stayed away from her hips,
which had taken the brunt of the assault. When he pulled away, his mouth was set.

“It’s
fine,” she shrugged.

“It’s
not fine. We were too rough, but it won’t happen again.” Zane turned to look at
Brant who sat on his haunches back on the far side of the room.

“It
won’t happen again,” Brant repeated leaning his arms onto his thighs. “I won’t
watch you rut with her again though. This will only work if we remain separate.
We’ll have to find a way to share.” More of the same shuffling from one coven
to the other. She sighed.

“You
need to move to my castle. We agreed it would be best,” Zane added more
gruffly.

“As
a short term solution. Separate towers. I’ll only agree on long term if we
build on neutral ground. Something fit for both covens.”

“Fine,
but how do we share the female?”

Brant
shrugged.

“For
now we’ll stick to the current arrangement, but when she’s in heat—”

“We’ll
take turns. One cycle she’s mine and the next she’s yours.” Brant stood in one
graceful motion.

Zane
chuckled. “Fine, but since this is my twenty four hours with the female I get
to spend the rest of the time with her. I get to have her first cycle. You can
consider what just happened as a gift. Happy fucking birthday!”

Brant
snarled. His eyes glowed. “Like hell.”

Zane
chuckled some more. “On occasions like this, the three of us will have to try
and get along.”

Brant
growled something incoherent.

“Let’s
hope our seed takes and we won’t be faced with this problem again for a while.”

Brant
nodded once while sliding back down onto his haunches. His head hung, he looked
defeated. Tanya wanted to go to him, but didn’t dare. She had no idea how he
would react. It hurt. She’d really banked on a future with him. It looked as if
she would remain torn between the two kings with one who saw her as a business
arrangement and the other who wouldn’t be able to hold feelings for her because
he had envisioned a more normal relationship. Her hand tightened around the
bottle that Zane had given her earlier, she opened it and drained half the
contents.

“Are
you hungry?”

She
shook her head but her stomach growled. Zane smiled, a sexy grin that had her
nipples tightening. Other parts responded with a throbbing ache. Her body was
telling her that she was ready for round two, yet her mind responded with a
hell
no
knowing full well that her body didn’t know what it was talking about.

Zane
tore open a silver foil package and offered her a biscuit. Tanya took the snack
and nibbled.
Not bad
. The second pack had dried fruit in it. Between the
biscuits and the fruit, she ended up enjoying it and felt much better even
though she was still exhausted.

Tanya
yawned. She’d spent half the night waiting for Brant to come home and her
morning had started long before dawn.

“Sleep,
Ysnaar. We will need you again soon. The scent you give off during this time
will make a male lose his mind with need. Vampire female’s only go into heat
twice per year.”

“Really?
Because with us it’s every month.”

Brant
growled, the sound more frustrated than angry as he spoke. “We have to go
through this once every moon cycle. Sleep, Cenwein.” His body tightened as he
looked in Zane’s direction. “I get to take her first.”

“Calm
the fuck down. You can have her first so long as you go easy.”

“Don’t
tell me what to do.” Brant’s lips curled back into a snarl that had her feeling
a little hot.
Must be all the testosterone flying around the room,
she
thought.

“Actually,
Brant, everything feels a bit tender. You will need to take it slower.” She
didn’t like picking sides, but her body wouldn’t take much more of what had
been dished out previously.

“I’m
sorry.” Brant averted his eyes and Tanya longed to wrap her arms around him.

“I
know you are,” she added. “It felt really good at the time even if it hurts a
bit after.”

“You
smell so good and seeing him rutting you made me want to lose my mind.” Brant
growled again. The sound evoked a feeling of terror this time even though she
knew he wouldn’t really hurt her.

Brant’s
nose twitched. “You have nothing to fear.”

“I
know.”

Zane
chuckled. “Watching us rut made you want to lose your mind…don’t you mean lose
your load?” He pretended to hump the air.

Brant
growled, “Like fuck. Fuck you!”

Zane
chuckled a second time but thankfully dropped it. He turned to her and said, “Sleep.”
Zane adjusted himself in his pants, a pinched look came over his face. He sat on
the edge of the bed, but within a few minutes was up and pacing. “Oh, to hell
with it,” he said. There was a rustling noise. When Tanya looked, his pants
were in a heap on the floor. “I’m sorry female but I need to take care of this
and I realize that you are too sore.” He gestured to his engorged shaft, turned
and walked over to the toilet and palmed his cock. His back was to them with
his tight ass in full view. Zane used one hand to lean against the wall. His
elbow moved back and forth with increasing speed.

“Really?”

“It
is extremely difficult for us to scent you and not be heavily turned on.” Brant
spoke while keeping his eyes averted. “I will need to do the same once he is
finished. It will be better this way. Maybe we can be gentler if we take care
of ourselves first. You sleep.” Brant’s cock jutted up against his belly.

“Like
hell,” she whispered. “This shouldn’t be happening, but I’m feeling really
turned on anyways.”

“It’s
the heat.” Zane grunted, his hand still moving back and forth.

Tanya
took off her sweatpants and walked over to Brant whose eyes started to glow as
she stood in front of him. “I’ve never felt this turned on before,” she added.

“You’ve
never been around vampires before during this time. Never rutted with our kind.”
Even though his hand was still wrapped around his member, Zane had stopped
fisting his cock. He had turned and was watching her and Brant intently. She
straddled Brant, who put his hands on her hips. She winced.

“Shit,
I’m sorry,” Brant’s brow furrowed as he took in the scratches on her hips.

“Put
your hands on your thighs and leave them there.” Tanya unzipped her sweater
knowing it would be shredded if she didn’t. “If you so much as lay one finger
on me then this stops. Do you understand?”

Brant
swallowed hard, his eyes on her breasts, he nodded once.

“Good.”
She took his shaft in her hand and guided it to her opening. It stung a little
at first but she was soon riding him, chasing yet another orgasm. He felt so
good inside her, filling her. His face was taught with desire, his eyes dark.
They studied her, moving from her face to her bouncing chest. It felt so good
to be in control but when he thrust into her from below, she came undone on a
long wail. Brant grunted, right there with her. As soon as she slowed her movements,
Zane picked her up off of Brant.

He
used the wall to anchor her. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness.” She did as
he said. “Good girl.” He grunted as he entered her in one swift motion. “I’m already
close.” He grit his teeth while fucking her with exquisite slowness.

She
moaned, feeling yet another orgasm build. “Oh God, me too.”

“How
you holding up?” Zane whispered between rugged pants.

“I’ll
be sore and sorry for myself later…” She moaned. “Feels really good right now
though.” She moaned again as her body tightened. “How long will I stay this
way?”

“I”—he
grunted—“don’t”—he groaned—“know.”

She
just knew there was no way she would survive too much more of this. That
thought quickly dissolved as his finger brushed her clit. It wasn’t long and
she was coming apart again. Between his deft strokes and skillful fingers, she
didn’t stand a chance. Zane grit his teeth, growling low as he found his
completion. His eyes never left hers.

Brant
growled pulling her away from Zane the moment he stilled.

“I
can’t,” she whispered. “I mean it this time.”

“You
will sleep with me,” Brant said, his eyes on Zane.

Zane’s
eyes hardened but he nodded. Tanya picked up her sweatpants and headed for the
bed. She could deal with her males later, right now she needed to sleep. Yawning,
she moved to lie between the sheets. Brant pulled her against him, leaving his
arm tightly around her middle. It was hard to believe that it was possible, but
his hard erection dug into her lower back.

“Can
you move that please?” It would be hard to fall asleep with his dick throbbing
against her. “You might bruise me with it.”

Brant
made a sound of disagreement. “I can’t,” he paused. “I feel a little bit better
when I am pressed up against you.”

How
could she argue with that? It was actually kind of sweet in a weird way. “Fine,”
she huffed, sure that she would never fall asleep. Above them a battle raged,
another one raged just as fiercely right here in this room. She glanced over at
Zane who sat with his back resting against the wall, a stony expression on his
face.

Tanya
awoke some time later to the sound of a loud grunt. She turned to see Zane
hunched over the toilet jerking as he found his completion. As soon as he was
done Brant planted a kiss to the back of her neck and slid from the bed taking
up Zane’s position, dick in hand.

“Is
it really that bad?”

“Worse.”
Zane’s chest rumbled against her as he took Brant’s place in the bed, he pulled
her against him. The familiar feel of an erection dug into her.

“You
can’t be horny already?”

“Wanna
bet?” Zane grinned. “Don’t worry, sweetness, we will wait until you are ready
again.”

Brant
grunted. Tanya glanced over feeling a bit like a voyeur. Legs set apart, ass
pinched, arm moving back and forward in a rhythm that had her mouth turning
dry. That familiar need resonated from between her thighs, but she was just too
sore to be able to act on it.

“Think
of our female’s tight sheath,” Zane threw at Brant.

“Shut
it,” Brant bit back.

“Think
of her lush tits against your chest, of her little pants and moans as she’s
about to cum.”

“I
said to…” He grunted, his ass jerking as his hand pumped harder.

“I
know. Impossible not to cum isn’t it?”

Brant
finished up. He used a bottle of water to wash his hands. “I can fantasize
about Tanya without your help.”

Zane
chuckled, he trailed his finger along her arm. She was tempted to drift back to
sleep but pulled herself up instead. She glanced at Zane. “Tell me about
growing up. Where are your parents?”

Zane
tensed. “I think we can save that for another time.” He looked at Brant like he
expected the other male to say something. Brant put on some pants and took up
his position on his haunches at the wall.

“I
might be pregnant with your child. I need to know more about both of you if we
are to make this work.”

“Female,”
he paused. “It is done whether any of us likes it or not. In eight days we will
officially mate, hopefully your womb will quicken before then. It must work
between us.” Zane pulled away rising to a sitting position.

“I
want to know more Zane.” She sat in front of him, putting a hand on his chest. Feeling
the warmth of the skin somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. Again he glanced
at Brant. Maybe she should’ve brought this up when they were alone, but at the
same time they were in this together. All three of them. She didn’t want to
have to go back and forth for the rest of her life.

His
dark eyes settled on her. “My mother was not technically my father’s first
choice. He wanted a female that he couldn’t end up having and chose another at
the ceremony. It didn’t work out,” he paused. “Although he chose my mother, she
always knew his heart had been set on another. She could never come to terms
with that.” Tanya wanted to know more about why he couldn’t have the female he
really wanted but didn’t want to interrupt. His eyes clouded for a second. “She
was never happy. A fragile, timid human. My father tried hard to please her,
but by the time I was born they had drifted apart and had even taken up
separate rooms.” His mouth became a thin white line. He seemed to be composing
himself. Tanya wrapped her hand in his.