#5 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 5: Red Lust)

BOOK: #5 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 5: Red Lust)
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Red Lust

 

Chosen by the Vampire Kings

Part 5

By

Charlene Hartnady

 

Copyright and
Disclaimer

 

Copyright © December 2014, Charlene
Hartnady

Cover Art by Melody Simmons

Copy Edited by Kimberly Reichmann

Produced in South Africa

 

Published by Charlene Hartnady

PO BOX 456, Melrose Arch,

Johannesburg, South Africa, 2176

[email protected]

 

 

Red Lust is a work of fiction and
characters, events and dialogue found within are of the author’s imagination
and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or
persons, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

With the exception of quotes used in
reviews no part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to digital copying,
file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without prior consent in
writing from the author

 

 

 

Dedication:

To my dearest mommy. I will always be grateful that
heaven didn’t need another Angel that day. I hope your eyeballs don’t pop out
when you read this serial. This one is for you…

 

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Author’s Note

Books by this author

 

 

 

 

Part
5

Chapter 1

 

She
licked her lips, feeling sharp little fangs instead of canines.
Holy shit
.
Still carrying her, Zane moved towards the door in determined steps.

“You’d
better come with us,” Tanya met Brant’s eyes as she spoke. “I need to tell you
something important.”

Zane
stiffened and stopped walking. “You are mine. He had his turn.” Zane gestured
to Brant with his head since his arms surrounded Tanya in a firm grasp.

“Didn’t
you listen to a word I just said?” Tanya paused trying to let her words sink in.

“I
listened.” Zane took another step towards the door.

“I’m
referring to the part about not being a possession and having a mind and a will
of my own.”

“You
are
mine.” He tightened his hold. “I will have you now.” She pushed at
his chest, trying to get him to release her. He ignored her completely. “As to
having a
mind
and a
will.
” Zane chuckled, he put his lips against
her ear. “You won’t
mind
when I lick your pussy and you
will
scream
several times when I make you come hard.”

Tanya
made a sound of frustration. Irritated by how her body responded to his crude
words.

Brant
took a step forward. “The female wants to discuss something with both of us.”


The
female?
Not you too, Brant.” She said trying to throw him the dirtiest look
she could muster.

“I’m
sorry, Cenwein. You know I don’t mean it like that.” He scowled at Zane.

“Fine.”
Zane strode out into the hallway. Brant followed close behind. “You will need
to make it quick or Brant will get a show.”

Brant’s
face tightened, his eyes darkened. “You’re acting like you haven’t just spent
the last three days with her.”

“I
haven’t rutted her since we were in the basement, so forgive my sense of urgency.”
Zane rubbed a hand down her back clasping her ass. He made a strangled sound as
he felt that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Tanya had to keep from gasping as his
fingers skimmed her slit. Zane made an approving rumble while pulling her dress
down over her naked flesh and then anchoring his hand on her ass.

Tanya
wrapped her legs around his waist. Her tongue felt like it was stuck to the
roof of her mouth and her eyes kept straying to the pulse at the base of his
neck. Was it just her imagination or was his musky, manly scent stronger making
her mouth water for a taste?
Just a little kiss to his neck.
One little
tongue swipe across his skin. Who was she kidding? The thought of sinking her
newly formed fangs into his skin had her blood rushing, had her pussy turning
wet. The sight of Griffin and York trailing behind Brant had her biting her
teeth together to prevent herself from doing it.

“Hurry,”
she whispered.

“Needy
little human.” Zane chuckled. “Can’t wait to scream my name?” He sucked in a
deep breath. “Can’t wait until I’m balls deep inside you?” He groaned picking
up the pace. “I sure as blood can’t wait, Ysnaar.” Tanya clenched her teeth all
the tighter.

Zane
reached the winding stairs, taking three at a time. Tanya clutched her arms
around his neck and locked her ankles at his back. “I’ve got you.” His chest
vibrated against hers.

Not
even winded, Zane deposited her on the bed before unstrapping various weapons
from his body. Brant entered, closing the door behind him.

“Take
off your clothes and talk fast.” Zane’s eyes were on her, his lids half-mast.

“Slow
down.” She held up a hand.

“Do
you have any idea what torture it was to lay next to you and not have you?”
Zane pulled his shirt over his head as he spoke.

“About
that.” Brant’s hands fisted at his sides. “What game are you playing at? Why
didn’t you rut with our female?”

“Stop
calling me that.” Standing, Tanya put her hands on her hips, trying to make
herself as tall as possible.
Yeah right.
Next to these two she was a
wilting flower and loved it.

“You
don’t mind when Zane calls you female,” Brant growled, his eyes narrowing.

“You
are you and Zane is Zane. I don’t like it when you call me female. It feels
different coming from you.”

“Take
your clothes off,” Zane repeated on a growl.

“I’m
thirsty,” she blurted.

Zane
rolled his eyes while grabbing the phone. He barked an order for several different
types of beverages to be brought up. “Hurry,” he added before punching the disconnect
button.

“You
don’t get it. I’m really thirsty.” She tried again hoping they would get it
this time.

“Answer
me Zane?” Brant’s eyes darkened.

“I
wouldn’t have liked you rutting with her in my absence, especially during the
heat. We need to try and make this work. That means respecting each other.”
Zane unbuttoned his leather pants. “It nearly freaking killed me. Thought my
balls would explode.”

“I
would’ve rutted her.”

“I
guess that makes me the better male.” Zane’s eyes narrowed, his whole body
tensed.

“No,
it makes you a pussy.” Brant took a step forward.

“Next
time I will take her.”

“There
won’t be a next time,” Brant snarled.

Zane
took two steps towards Brant, putting them chest to chest.

“Stop!”
Tanya tried to talk above all the growling and snarling.

“It
might be best if you stepped out of the room so that we can work this out.”
Brant growled at her, not taking his glowing eyes off of Zane.

“I’m
pregnant.”

Brant’s
head snapped in her direction. His wide eyes caught hers. In a flash, Zane was
in front of her. He picked her up, cradling her against his massive chest like
a child. “What do you need? How are you feeling?”

“I’m
thirsty,” she whispered feeling so ashamed.

“No
problem.” Brant removed his shirt.

“Leave.”
Zane tightened his grip on her, making it hard to breathe.

“My
female needs me.” Brant clasped her hand.


My
,
Ysnaar needs blood, which I am perfectly capable of giving her. You can go now,”
Zane spoke softly. Each word came out sounding like a threat.

“Stop,”
she managed to choke out. “You’re holding me too tight.”

Zane
released his hold on her, but only just.

“I
will drink from both of you.”

“I’ll
go first.” Brant put his other hand on her back.

“The
fuck you will,” Zane snarled, his fangs had extended. Brant’s eyes glowed
brighter.

“Stop
it. We’ll toss a coin or something just do it quick, I’m so freaking thirsty.”

“In
the drawer, bottom one on the right,” Zane spoke to Brant. He caressed her
back. “I can’t believe it.” When he pulled her back he was grinning. God he was
gorgeous when he smiled like that. “I bet I win the toss.”

Tanya
punched Zane on the arm.

“I
bet the child will be mine,” Brant said as he moved items about in the drawer.
He was also grinning.

“No
chance,” Zane growled clutching her to him. Tanya groaned and he eased up his
hold again.

“Griffin,”
Tanya called. She’d had just about enough of these two bull headed males.
“Griffin, get your ass in here.”

The
guard walked in together with a female who deposited a tray of jugs holding
numerous types of juices, she could probably sense the tension in the room
because she walked straight back out.

“Yes,
your highness? What can I do for you?” A confused expression graced Griffin’s
handsome face.

“Get
your vein over here.” She tried to keep herself from smiling.

“Get
the fuck out!” Zane snarled.

“Or
die!” Brant added just as harshly.

The
poor vampire turned ashen and left without another word.

“Toss
the coin and call it,” she instructed Brant.

“Hey.
Why does he—”

“Shut
it.” She looked up at Zane who ground his teeth together but did as she said.

“Do
it.” Tanya looked at the coin in Brant’s hand.

“Heads.”
He tossed, caught the coin and slapped his other hand over the large, gold
disc.

While
everyone looked on, he slowly removed his hand. “Yeah!” Brant fist pumped the
air. These great big warriors could be just like over grown children. “You get
to drink from me first.”

“Oh,
God. I’m so thirsty, yet the thought of drinking blood still makes me feel queasy.”

Zane
slowly released her so that she slid down the length of his hard body. Brant’s
eyes were still glowing, his shirt in a crumpled heap on the floor. Her new
fangs throbbed just looking at the vast expanse of exposed skin. Rock hard abs
and a strong broad chest to match. The need to drink almost lost out to the
need to drool. Within two steps, she was in his arms. Brant bracketed her waist
with his hand and lifted her easily. He turned his head to the side allowing
her easy access to his neck. He smelled so good, clean, manly, mouth-watering.
Her stomach gave a little lurch, but the need to drink overrode any queasiness
in the end.

Tanya
kissed his neck, next she gave a languid lick on the patch that looked the most
inviting. Her whole body tightened in anticipation. It reminded her of how she
felt as she neared an orgasm. Her fangs throbbed as she sank them into his
flesh. She moaned as the first trickle of blood hit her tongue. The perfect
combination of sweet and salty, just as intoxicating as a shot of alcohol after
a lick of butter icing. Maybe more so. Brant moaned as she took a second pull,
he ground his straining erection against her core. The throb in her fangs had
eased, though now it was replaced by a throb deep inside her core.

****

Tanya
ground herself against Brant, who responded by curling his hips so that his
cock would be positioned just right. Zane’s own erection hardened up a whole
lot more. He needed to be inside this female almost as much as he needed to
draw his next breath.

Patience.

Not
something he was used to. Not something he liked. Especially since Brant
continued to insist on being a dickhead. Zane couldn’t believe he’d forgone
rutting with Tanya as a show of partnership, of wanting this damn thing to
work. The other male kept throwing it in his face and chances were good that he
wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

Hearing
her sensuous moan, Zane’s gaze was brought back to the erotic sight of his
female drinking greedily. Gulping down mouthfuls of blood that had his own
fangs extending. The visual made Zane glad that Brant had won the bet. But if
she continued to drink like that, she wouldn’t want from him.

Zane
moved in behind her. Brant’s eyes were closed. His jaw slack. They were
grinding against each other in earnest and from the sound of Tanya’s frantic, little
moans, she was on the verge of orgasm. Zane almost felt bad for breaking them
up.

“Come,
Ysnaar. It is my turn.” He slid his hands onto her hips.

Brant’s
eyes shot open. He glared daggers at Zane.

Zane
gave a half smile and shrugged. Tanya made a sound of protest as he pulled her
away. The little minx licked at her lips. Her eyes were a brighter shade. Not
glowing exactly, but close to it. Her cheeks were flushed. His female was
glowing and looked half dazed. Zane felt a sense of pride at the thought that
the baby inside her could be his. “Are you still thirsty?” he asked noticing
how her eyes were glued to his neck. “I swear you’ve done this before.”

“Yeah,”
Brant said. “She knew exactly where to bite.”

“Very
thirsty,” Tanya answered. She ran her tongue across her lip.

“Good,”
Zane growled. He pulled his pants down freeing his cock. He took a hold of her
dress and ripped. The fabric parted easily. Her heavily curved breasts were his
at last, his to admire. The top part of her dress gaped.

“You
didn’t just do that.” Although she sounded gruff, she was smiling.

“You
have other dresses.”

“You
guys need to stop destroying my clothes. I liked that dress.”

“I
like you naked more,” Zane said catching Brant’s heated gaze. His cock peeped
out at the top of his jeans. He growled in the direction of the other male. Zane
wasn’t about to invite Brant to join them.

News
of his female’s pregnancy was fresh, and a feeling of possessiveness gripped
him. Brant’s eyes narrowed as Zane pulled Tanya’s dress over her hips. A thin
strip of fur, a glistening slit. “Drink.” He growled putting his hands on her
hips and pulling her up against him. Her legs closed around him. He nudged ever
so gently into her wet welcoming heat. His female whimpered.

Zane
sat on the edge of the bed. His dick buried inside her. Using his hands, he
lifted her as he thrust into her from below. Balls deep, he paused waiting for
her to accommodate his size. His little human sniffed at his neck, the
sensation almost making him come. A small sting as she sank her delectable
little fangs into him. It felt amazing, his hips jerked with a mind of their
own. She whimpered and mewled with every thrust. His female didn’t mess around,
she sucked hard almost making him lose his load with each pull. Her sheath
clutched at him. Her silken walls tugging just as hard as her mouth. With a
snarl, he sank his own fangs into her. Tanya came instantly on a scream. Her
pussy clamped so hard that he found himself finding his release on a deafening
roar.

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