Mated to the Vampire Kings
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Authors: Charlene Hartnady
Mated to the Vampire Kings
A Baby for the Kings
By
Charlene Hartnady
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August 2015, Charlene Hartnady
Cover Art by
Melody Simmons
Copy Edited by
Kimberly Reichmann
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Hot!
Hot! Hot!
This
baby was a little furnace inside of her. Tanya fanned herself with one hand and
pulled at the neckline of her dress with the other. She almost laughed out loud
at the action, but not because she was amused.
Oh no
! More like
mortified because she’d referred to the garment as a dress when a tent was a
more apt description.
Looking
down, she huffed out a breath when she realized that she couldn’t see her feet.
Not even the tips of her toes. Not freaking fair. Her feet were the only part
of her body that she could still call her own. By now most women had swollen sausages
for toes. She still didn’t, at least she didn’t think so. Impossible to tell
from this angle.
She
looked at herself in the full length gold gilded mirror.
Real freaking gold.
Tanya had been with her kings for going on a year now and she still had to
pinch herself at times. Her glaring reflection brought her back from her
thoughts, boobs about the size of overblown balloons, her hips and thighs were
definitely more pronounced. Tanya moved to the side and let out a small moan,
her butt was much rounder and her stomach…
oh boy
…it was a doozy. The
only small consolation was that it was to be expected. Aside from the obvious
reason, namely a bun in the old oven, Brant and Zane were just so freaking huge
that it stood to reason that their son would be hefty as well.
Son.
Her
lips curled into a smile and she couldn’t help but to rub her belly in a big
lazy circle. As if in answer, her little boy gave an almighty kick that had her
breaking out into an all out grin. Her butt, her thighs, the stretch marks that
were sure to follow as she entered the last few weeks of her pregnancy, none of
it mattered, not even just a little, tiny bit. The growing life inside of her
was the most important thing ever.
Right
now though—she wiped a hand across her damp brow—her little one might just
cause his mom to self combust. Tanya peeled the tent dress over her head.
Note
to self
, she was so going maternity shopping for more sexy attire. So what
if she was big, her boys still loved each and every curve she had.
Whoever
said a heavily pregnant woman couldn’t be sexy had lied. She might not really
feel sexy right now, but what was that age old saying?…Fake it till you make
it. Her new motto till she got her body back.
Moving
closer to the open window, she sighed as the cool breeze caught her skin. Just
as she began to think about taking a nice cool shower to really bring her temp
down, the door creaked behind her. This was followed by a long, deep rumble
that had goose bumps rising on her skin and her toes curling into the thick
woolen carpet under her feet.
His
voice was so damned sexy. She loved it when Zane growled at her like that. His
deep baritone thick with arousal.
The
growl was followed by another louder, grittier version that came out sounding
menacing instead of arousing. She swung around to take in his tense shoulders
and deep frown. “You shouldn’t be standing at the window half naked. Any of the
males could look up and see you.”
Her
lip twitched, he was so cute when he was being all possessive. “No one is going
to look up and even if they did, it’s not like a heavily pregnant woman is
anything worth looking at in the first place.”
There
was another rumble from somewhere deep inside him as his eyes slid over her.
“That’s where you are wrong, sweetness.” He shook his head and licked his lips.
“There is nothing more arousing than my female ripe with child.” His eyes were
heavily hooded, she could see how his pupils had dilated. “From the roundness
of your belly to the heavy curve of your breasts.”
Her
nipples tightened as his eyes moved from one breast to the other. If her nubs
grew any harder she was sure that she might just poke his eyes out even though
he was still standing on the far side of the room.
Zane
bit down on his lower lip as his gaze moved to the juncture of her thighs.
“Best of all, my little Ysnaar…”
Her
panties felt damp and she found herself squeezing her thighs together to try
and quell the growing need that resonated from deep in her core. “Yes…” She
found herself whispering when he paused a little too long.
Her
big male inhaled deeply through his flared nostrils and his eyes actually
drifted shut for a moment in what looked like pure rapture. When he opened them,
they were burning with need…for her.
Crikey
freaking Moses. How had she gotten so lucky?
His
mouth curled up ever so slightly at one corner as he exhaled, still sounding
like he was in heaven. “I’ll tell you, sweetness…the best part of all is your
pussy.”
Her
breath caught in her lungs and her damp panties got a whole lot damper.
This
time he made a growly sound of appreciation. “As you grow fuller with child,
your folds become more and more swollen and oh so wet. Your scent’s enough to
drive me insane.” He grit his teeth for a time. “It is all I can do not to
think of you…of what I want to do to you. Sweetness, you are a vision…” His
eyes were locked with hers. There was no doubting that he spoke the truth. “And
carrying my child only makes you that much more lovely.” He grinned. “I should
be at a training session right now but I had to come and see you.”
A
few strides put him toe to toe with her, although belly to rock hard abs was a
better description. Zane put his hands on her hips, or what was left of them,
and squeezed lightly. His eyes darted across her face. He looked pained,
aroused and highly frustrated. When his gaze finally settled on her mouth, he
flashed his fangs on a silent snarl. “To fucking hell with it,” he whispered,
managing to sound menacing. His mouth ground against hers, instantly demanding
that she give him everything. Absolute surrender and nothing less.
How
could she refuse?
Moaning,
her hands fisted the front of his shirt dragging him closer. Zane took ahold of
her ass in his large hands, squeezing her globes in a move that stimulated her
female bits. Her desperate moan was swallowed by his mouth.
Another
firm squeeze and he pulled away, his eyes were hard, his jaw tense. Zane lifted
her like she weighed nothing and in three strides she was on her back on the
bed.
“On
your hands and knees, sweetness. Do it now,” he growled.
Her
heart raced and her clit throbbed. As her pregnancy had progressed, she’d only
grown more and more horny. She did as he said, moving so that she was on her
elbows. This way her belly came to rest on the bed. It was the only way they
could make love at this point. The good news was that during doggie style, her
g-spot just so happened to receive a lot of extra love. Tanya was pretty sure
that, that particular part of her anatomy was also pretty darned swollen.
God,
she needed him so freaking badly. He palmed her ass with one hand and she heard
the noise of a zipper being lowered. The sound tore through the silent room. It
made her heart race faster, and she was panting with anticipation.
There
was a hard pull and a tearing sound as Zane shredded her underwear. Really, she
didn’t know why the hell she bothered trying to be civil when she was mated to
the vampire k—the thought died as she felt the head of Zane’s cock at her
entrance. “So fucking wet for me.”
On
a low growl he pushed into her, his hands tightened on her hips as he sank to
the hilt. Tanya bit down on her lip to hold back a moan lest he think she was
in pain or that he was being too rough with her.
Using
deep easy strokes, he began to move. “You feel fucking perfect,” he growled.
It
was impossible not to moan at this point. So, so good. So much so that she
wasn’t going to last long at all. Her breasts rubbed up against the mattress,
her lacy bra abrading her overly sensitive nipples. Zane caged her with his big
body, his chest over her back. His hot breath against her skin. Mostly silent
except for the odd little grunt that told her he was enjoying himself just as
much as she was. Adjusting his angle, he fucked her even deeper, his granite
shaft rubbed up against her sweet spot all the more.
Oh
yes!
Her
clit throbbed and that heaviness settled down deep in her belly moving through
her limbs. Her muscles began to tighten and her pussy walls began to flutter.
“That’s
it, sweetness.” Zane grunted, sliding his big hand over her belly for added
support. His thrusts were still even and rhythmic, they left her teetering on
the edge. All it would take was a harder thrust or a bit more pace and she
would be there. Tanya held her breath. The hand on her hip slid between her
thighs. Or a flick of her clit.
Oh yes!
The little bundle of nerves in
question throbbed harder in anticipation.
Tanya
grit her teeth, more ready for this orgasm than she had ever been for one before.
She ached, she hurt, she freaking craved—
“What
the fuck is going on?” Brant’s snarl had her heart leaping to her throat.
Zane
stopped moving.
Stopped
. Just like that.
No!
No! No! Keep going
.
Move dammit
. Her internal
muscles clenched around him and he made a pained noise.
“Unacceptable!”
Another growl. “Fucking unacceptable!”
They
both turned their heads at exactly the same time. Brant slammed the door shut
behind him.
Oh
shit! Holy macaroni!
Her
mate looked calm. The only thing that belied his rage was a muscle that ticked
in his jaw. “Get your cock out of our female this second or so help me…” He
took a small step further into the room. She could see his muscles bunch
beneath the cotton fabric of his shirt.
Zane
sighed. “Our female was on the verge of an orgasm that I assure you she
needed…very badly.” His muscled chest heaved against her, it was the only
movement he made.
Brant’s
eyes narrowed. “It was my fucking turn next with our female.
Mine!
” he
snarled, his eyes moved to hers for the first time and they softened.
There
was one consolation in all of this, at least he didn’t blame her. It was a
little bad of her to think such a thing but oh well. She gave a mental shrug of
the shoulders. They knew her feelings on this whole arrangement, so as far as
she was concerned Brant would have to deal. They both would.
“Our
female needed me. Who was I to deny her?” Was Zane’s casual answer. Absently,
he rubbed his hand over the top part of her belly in the most loving way. If it
weren’t for his thick cock throbbing inside her very achy channel, she might
feel emotional about his show of affection. Who the hell was she kidding? She
did feel emotional about it and slid her hand over his.
“Who
were you to deny her an orgasm? Who were…” Brant muttered under his breath.
“You should’ve called me. You can be the biggest dickhead, Zane. You already
had your turn this morning dammit.”
Tanya
had to roll her eyes.
Here we go again.
This had become typical behavior
as of the last few weeks. Ever since they put their stupid rules into place.
Brant
shook his head while running a hand through his hair in clear frustration. “I’m
sure you planned on keeping this a secret. You do realize that you are putting
my
child at risk?”
“
Our
child.” Zane growled, his chest rumbled against her before he pulled his body
upright, planting his hands on her hips. His dick stayed firmly inside her.
Brant
clenched his jaw for a few beats. “You know what I mean. You would’ve put that
child.” He pointed at her midsection. “Our female,”—his voice turned thick for
a moment—“at risk. It’s unacceptable and I should beat you for—”
“Stop
fucking talking for a second,
please
.” She could hear that Zane had said
the last through clenched teeth. “I would’ve told you about this…I would’ve given
you my next turn.”
Brant
shook his head, looking away for a short while. Although he didn’t seem to
fully trust Zane, the tension that tightened his whole frame seemed to ease up
just a smidgen.
“I’m
inside of Tanya already and ask that you let me finish. Our female needs this.”
Brant
flashed hard, dark eyes on Zane. As it stood, she could see that this wasn’t
going to end well. “Wait up.” Her voice was surprisingly calm and clear
considering she had Zane’s enormous cock, balls deep inside of her. Especially
considering that she had been just about to come moments before and from the
feel of the moisture that trickled down the side of her thigh, she knew that
she still wasn’t too far off. “Don’t I have a say in all of this?”
“Of
course you do, Ysnaar.” The hard edge left Zane’s voice as he spoke to her.
Brant
gave her a half smile. He was dressed in suit pants and a white dress shirt
complete with tie. Good god, he was handsome. The fabric stretched tight over
his chest and around his heavy biceps. “You always have a say, Cenwein.”
“Good
to hear.” She looked up at Brant from under her lashes. “I would love for Zane
to finish.”
