#6 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 6: New Moon) (7 page)

“I’ll
call.”

“Do
you pinkie swear? I’m not fooling around here. I really could do with some
Rocky Road on some rock hard abs.” Becky did a great job of licking her lips
and bobbing her eyebrows.

“I
swear, I’ll call you.” Tanya couldn’t help but to giggle.

“If
you decide to go back to these jerks, I need to visit you often.” Darn it all,
Becky looked serious again. Her eyes stern and fixed on Tanya, her mouth a
white line while she waited for an answer. This wasn’t normal behavior for her
friend. “Often,” she repeated.

“Of
course you can and I’ll visit you too. I’m fine, Becky.”

“I
almost lost you,” Becky whispered, her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Tanya
felt a lump rise in her throat. She knew she had been in a bad way and knew she
nearly lost the baby, but she hadn’t realized how close she’d actually come to
dying. Becky leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. “I would’ve followed you
through the gates of heaven and beat your ass if you had left me. Don’t
freaking do that again. Not ever. Do you understand me?”

Tanya
smiled. “I pinkie swear on all counts.”

They
locked pinkie fingers and hugged. Both giggled. It was amazing how much better
she felt.

There
were voices outside the door. It was the same feminine voice from a few minutes
ago. “That’s my cue. Call me. I want all the slutty make-up details.” She
turned to Zane and Brant. “For efforts sake boys”—Becky put her hands on her
hips—“give the girl her vampire sandwich already.”

Tanya
gasped, she felt her face heat. She wanted to set Becky straight. She had so
not
agreed to making up with them, but two sets of intense, dark eyes turned on
her. She pursed her lips.

Becky
gave her an air kiss, skipped to the door, turned and waved at them with one
finger before leaving.

Zane
stepped closer, running a finger down her arm. She was going to have to enforce
a no touching rule. Brant came up close to the opposite side and thread his
fingers through her hair before planting a kiss on her forehead. Zane trailed
back up using just the very tip of his finger. Tanya had to suppress a sigh.
She would so make the rule…tomorrow. Right now her eyelids felt heavy.

“Sleep,
Cenwein.”

“We’ll
be here when you wake up, sweetness.”

Although
her body gave in and she felt her limbs grow heavy as she started to drift off,
her mind was in turmoil. She couldn’t allow herself to forget that nothing had
really changed since they declared that they would be fighting to the death.
They were still the same males she had left. It was only a matter of time
before they came to blows even if they didn’t realize it themselves. Yet she
loved them so very freaking much. There had to be a way to solve this dilemma,
only she didn’t have a clue as to what that was.

Six
days in bed. It was enough to kill a girl.
Oops
, she probably shouldn’t
say that out loud. Zane and Brant would react badly, they’d probably insist that
she stay tucked up for an extra few days just to be sure. Charlotte and
Stephany would become even more annoying. They’d make her eat more, drink more,
sleep more, dress warmer…she sighed to herself. One more day and her bed rest
would be over.

There
was a knock on the door. Before she could answer, Zane put his head around the
jamb. “Are you decent?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes.”

“Dammit.
I really have to try and time it better.” He closed the door. “I can’t wait to
see all your silky skin…make that lick every inch of your body. Slow and
careful. I’m going to make you scream and beg.” His eyes smoldered as they
moved down her sheet clad body. Underneath the sheet, she wore flannels, hardly
sexy. “You’ve been through an ordeal, but there’s nothing wrong with your vocal
cords is there?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “I’ve missed you so
much, Ysnaar. Just thinking about your tight, wet little p—”

“Stop…”
Her breathing had hitched. “I’m still not convinced that this is going to
work.” Any more talk of what he would do to her and she might just beg him to
take her here and now. Maybe she should take Becks up on her offer and have her
friend bring her a really large vibrator. Once she got the all clear from the doctor
tomorrow, it was going to be difficult not to just fall back into bed with her
vampire males. Until they convinced her that they were going to put their
dominance aside and work together though she couldn’t allow herself to be
swayed.  

 He
pulled in a deep breath and his nostrils flared. “Your scent drives me insane.”
Ever since she’d started to scent of the baby, both males had mentioned on more
than one occasion how it drove them crazy with need for her. She needed this to
be more than just about being shared between them though, she wanted a
partnership involving all three of them.

A
vampire sandwich.

Becky
wasn’t far off. The thought of making love together, drinking together and hell
even sleeping together had her toes curling. Tanya sighed. “I take it that one
of you conceded and that you are ready to convince me that there will be no
more fighting to the death?”

“Our…relationship
is much improved.”

“I
need guarantees that I won’t have to watch you kill each other in a”—she
shrugged—“month…a year.”

“You
know I can’t make such a promise.” She could give them one thing, and that was
that they were honest to a fault even if it was to their detriment.

There
was another knock and Brant opened the door. “I’ll come back later,” he said
when his eyes landed on Zane.

“No”—the
bed dipped as Zane sat next to Tanya—“come in.”

Brant
moved to the opposite side of the bed. He kissed her cheek, his eyes dipping to
her lips as he pulled away.

“It
seems that we still have some convincing to do,” Zane said, his eyes on Brant.

“Once
the doctor gives the all clear.”

“No,”
she said a little too harshly, only because her body had decided it was all in.
Her nipples had pebbled and had turned ultra-sensitive under her cotton pajamas.
Her clit throbbed. She knew they would be able to scent her arousal and it
irritated her.

“Until
you two can prove that there won’t be any fighting in the future, I’m afraid I
can’t agree to anything.”

“You
know we can’t promise that. Give us another chance. We promise to try and not
kill each other. I am optimistic that we will succeed,” Brant cocked an
eyebrow.

“Optimistic,”—she
paused—“just as I thought,” she huffed. “You promise to try,” she made a sound
of frustration. “First you take me away from my life, make me fall in love with
both of you”—she looked from one male to the other—“You impregnate me. Make me
go through a mating ceremony in which I bonded myself to
both
of you. Then
you wanted to freaking kill each other while expecting me to carry on with the
survivor. It’s insane.” She ran her hands over her face covering her eyes. “But
you’re optimistic that you won’t kill each other in the future and that’s
supposed to make it all better,” she mumbled into her hands.

Silence.

When
she finally uncovered her face, both males looked to be in a state of shock,
complete with gaping mouths, pale skin and wide eyes.

“What?”
she asked tentatively.

“You
love us?” Brant asked. “You love us,” he stated while grinning.

“Say
it again,” Zane slid his hand onto her belly, shifting closer.

Holy
shit.
She’d just told them that she freaking
loved them.

“No,”
she shook her head. “That’s not the point”—she stopped there because she realized
that she was wrong in saying that—“okay, maybe it is the point. I do love you
both. Do you really think I want to watch either of you die though? Especially
at the hand of the other?” She fixed the pillows behind her head so that she
could sit more upright.

Brant
cupped her cheeks with both of his big hands. “I just have to say that I—”

“Don’t
you dare say it.” She hit her hand on the bed covers with a light thump,
needing to drive the point home.

“—but
it is important that you know that I—”

“I
said, no. Weren’t you listening? Love doesn’t change the situation. I don’t
want to hear it.” The last came out sounding a little panicked. Her resolve
would crumple if she listened to them…listened to Brant swear his undying love
to her.

“I’ll
show you instead.” Brant kissed her. Lips warm, tongue seeking. She couldn’t
help but to whimper as he deepened the kiss, plundering her mouth. She really
shouldn’t be allowing this, but how could she refuse him? It was a scorching,
smoldering, toe curling, heat inducing kiss. Slow, tender, loving.

Brant
pulled away and she found herself following him as he moved back.
More
please
, her whole body cried. Zane’s hand hooked around her waist, he
pulled her so that she faced him.

His
dark eyes seemed to look straight into her soul. “I need to show you too,
sweetness. I wish I could really show you just how much.” His eyes dropped to
her mouth a second before he kissed her.
Oh wow.
Her back arched as
their tongues clashed. Her breasts mashed against his hard chest. Freaking
hell, for a newbie kisser he was damned good at it. Slanting his face left then
right. Suckling on her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth with his hot
tongue. Her nipples rubbed against him. She dug her fingers into his biceps.
Hard, hot male. Where Brant had been tender and soft, Zane plundered.

Both
kisses left her breathless. “How did you become so good at that?” She asked as
he ended the kiss, then she narrowed her eyes at him in what she hoped was a
death stare. “Who have you been kissing?”

“No
one.” He threw her a half smile. “You told me kissing with tongues was like sex,
so I kissed you in the same way I would fuck you right now if I could”—he cleared
his throat—“I wouldn’t take you slowly, Ysnaar, but I also wouldn’t rush. I’d
sink deep into your sweet pussy keeping you on the edge until you begged me to
make you come.” His voice had dropped to a low rumble.

His
words had her womb clenching. “So…so,” she stammered. “You haven’t kissed
anyone else?” Flip, she hated that she was still so insecure.

“Neither
of us is even remotely interested in anyone other than you. We need you back.”
Brant cuddled up behind her, his breath on the back of her neck as he talked.

She
stiffened. They might not be having sex with other females, but they were
drinking from someone else and neither male would divulge who that someone was.
They refused to take from her, stating that she wasn’t strong enough yet.

“What
is it?” Zane asked looking at her with such tenderness.

“Who
are you drinking from?”

Zane
looked panicked for a split second before schooling his thoughts. Brant moved
away from her and climbed off the bed. “It’s not something you need to concern
yourself with,” he said. “You need to trust that we are doing right by you.”

“Just
tell me. I need to know.”

“Trust
us,” Zane said, his eyes wide. He climbed off the bed as well and proceeded to
pace.

Tanya
folded her arms across her chest. “Out with it. Right now.” She looked from one
male to the other. Zane stopped his walking and turned to face her. His brow
heavily creased.

“It’s
embarrassing.” Brant looked down at his shoes.

“Embarrassing
for whom?” she narrowed her eyes at them. “Is there something I should know?
Once this gets out, will I be the brunt of all the jokes? Is everyone going to
laugh at me…did you know the covens are taking bets on who—”

“We
are drinking from each other,” Zane growled, his hands fisted at his sides. “If
it gets out, then
we
will be the laughing stock of both covens. Hell,
not just the covens, of all the species.”

Tanya
giggled into her hand and immediately regretted it.

Brant
made a sound of frustration. “It’s not funny, Cenwein. Males do not normally
drink from one another. We did it for you.”

“Yeah,
we knew that you would not want us drinking from any of the females.” Zane
shrugged. “It was the best solution.”

She
bit down on her lip until she regained some control. It was hard to imagine the
two of them…together. “Thank you. I appreciate it. It could not have been
easy.” Her lip twitched but she managed to keep herself from cracking a smile.

“More
like freaking torture,” Zane grumbled.

“It
wasn’t that bad,” Brant growled.

Zane
grinned. “I didn’t realize that you enjoyed it so much. You’d better not ask me
to start stroking your dick while you drink.”

Brant
grit his teeth. “You always have to take things too far. It wasn’t ranked as
one of the best experiences of my life, but torture…really? My female will
stroke my dick and I’ll be drinking from her from here on out.”

“Our
female.”

Brant
took a deep breath, his chest heaved. “Our female,” he conceded. Tanya noticed
that it took some effort.

Zane
glanced at his watch. “Katar will be here any minute. We had best go and
prepare. Did you have a talk with Xavier?”

A
look of regret crossed Brant’s face. “He will do what is expected of him.”

Zane
sighed and nodded once. “Good. I’ll do my best to convince the old king, but…”
instead of finishing his sentence he raised his eyebrows.

“What’s
going on?” Tanya asked, although she could guess.

“Katar
is here to visit Esral. He won’t be happy when he finds out that she is not
mated,” Zane said clasping his hands in front of his body.

“And
the whole Xavier will do what is expected part?” She narrowed her eyes at
Brant.

“Don’t
look at me like that, Tanya. Xavier will mate with Esral.” She tried to
interject, but he stopped her. “Please, Cenwein. It is something that needs to
happen for the good of both species. Try to understand.”

“Well,
I don’t. Esral wants a chance to choose. I think that the two of them will end
up together in the long run. A forced mating won’t work though, they’ll end up
miserable.”

“It
can’t wait. They will have to learn to deal. It is their duty. I…we will try
and convince Katar to give them more time but should we fail, tomorrow is the new
moon…” Brant’s eyes were dark and pleading. “I will do my best, but Katar is
very traditional in his thinking so I do not hold out much hope.”

“Let
me talk with him.” It was worth a shot. Tanya held her breath. The males
exchanged glances.

“You
need to stay in bed.” Zane caught her gaze. “We do not want you to exert
yourself. Please do not worry. Xavier and Esral may not be thrilled with the
news but they have both resigned themselves to the inevitable. As you said,
there is an attraction there.”

“Yeah,
but they shouldn’t be forced. Let me speak with him.”

Brant
shook his head. “Don’t worry. We will take care of everything. It’ll all work
out.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“You
need to take care of yourself, Ysnaar, and our baby.” Zane crouched over the
bed. He pulled down her sheet and kissed her belly, nuzzling into the fabric of
her pajamas.

Brant
threw her a wicked smile before kissing her lips. He nudged his tongue into her
mouth and nipped on her bottom lip.

Zane
moved down and buried his head into the juncture at her thighs, he sniffed
making a strangled noise. The sudden friction sent desire coursing through her
whole body. Brant swallowed her moan while swirling his tongue with hers.

By
the time he broke the kiss, she was panting. Her breasts felt heavy, her skin
tight. She needed that vibrator or she would end up begging. Having both males
touch her like that at the same time was more than she could handle. What she
really needed to do was to start enforcing that no touching rule.