Mated to the Vampire Kings (4 page)

Sam
nodded. “The same needs to be true for your vampire men. They need to
understand the ways of human females. There need to be rules in place that will
protect the women, as well as your men from future comebacks.”

The
male was right. Brant nodded his head. “We need a human to design the program.
They must train my males in the ways of human females.” He had to suppress a
smile. “They are certainly different to our females.”

“Your
women are breathtaking.” The associate let his eyes drift shut for a half a
second. “If you ever design a program in which you need men for your women…I am
so onboard.”

“That’s
not very professional, Ryan,” Eugene said sternly.

Brant
found himself laughing at the young male. “Our females would eat you for
breakfast, young one.”

The
male groaned. “A guy can only wish.”

Brant
laughed louder, especially since Eugene’s face turned stony. “You might wish
differently when wrapped in thighs that could crush you, nails that could turn
your back to ribbons.”

Ryan
shook his head. “I would jump at the opportunity and die with a smile on my
face.”

“Just
like our males, our females know exactly how to please a partner so you are
probably right.”

“You’re
killing me here.” Ryan chuckled. “I’ve kind of hit a dry patch. Working too
damned hard.”

Brant
nodded. The male was telling the truth, he hadn’t been with a female even once
in all the weeks that they had been meeting. How he managed to survive was
beyond Brant. There had been one occasion when his female had withheld sex for
nearly two weeks and he’d nearly gone crazy with need. The only thing that
sustained him was that he had deserved his fate and in fact still felt terrible
about the way he had treated Stephany to this day.

It
was a wonder his friend still spoke to him at all, let alone forgave him for
being such a prick. After all their years of friendship, she knew him well.
Understood that the front he put up wasn’t always a true reflection for what he
was feeling inside. This was something he himself had only recently become
aware of.

“I’m
sorry, Ryan. There are no males required at this stage.” He actually felt
disappointment on behalf of the youngster.

“You’ll
call me if that ever changes?” Ryan grinned.

Brant
nodded. “I’ll be sure to do that. In the meanwhile, you should really get out
some time. I don’t know how your balls haven’t exploded.”

Eugene
made a choking noise. The male from Sweetwater chuckled. Ryan almost fell out of
his chair, he laughed so hard. “I might end up with carpel tunnel syndrome.” He
rubbed his wrist. “But I will survive.”

Brant
shook his head, he couldn’t help but to smile. He didn’t know how humans did
it, depriving themselves of a basic need for days, months, sometimes even
years.
Fucking insane!

His
personal assistant nodded once. “I will ensure that the ad is in the next edition
of the local paper as well as advertised online.”

“A
male candidate would be preferable.” Brant folded his arms across his chest.

Alison
raised her brows.

“I
take it that you don’t agree?” He raised his eyebrows, interested to hear what
she had to say.

She
scrunched up her nose in thought. “If you want the males briefed on the ways of
human females. Maybe a human female would be better. It makes logical sense.”

Brant
sighed. “I am sure that males of the species have a good enough knowledge of
their females to be able give an overview, as well as, to brief our males on
the rules of conduct during both the trials as well as when the actual program
kicks off.”

Alison
shrugged. “I hope you are right. If the males are incorrectly briefed it could
put the whole program in jeopardy. It is my experience that males do not always
understand the females of their species…at least…not nearly as well as they
think they do.”

Brant
thought this over for a few beats. “A human female in amongst a whole group of
our males? I don’t like it. She will need to brief them on the rules pertaining
to sex. I wouldn’t want to put a human woman into the middle of all that
testosterone.” He shook his head. “Advertise for a male. He must have the
necessary credentials.”

“As
discussed earlier, I agree that a psychologist is probably the best bet for these
types of requirements.” The female pursed her full lips as she made a note in
the book in front of her. Once she finished, she put the end of the pencil in
her mouth for a second before turning her green eyes on him. “Please don’t
forget that you have an eight o’clock appointment tomorrow morning with
Sweetwater Security.”

The
company would be assessing the rooms needing closed circuit television cameras to
be installed in them. Brant nodded. “I won’t.”

His
assistant put the pencil back between her lips, sucking on the tip before
knocking the end against her bottom lip once or twice. “Selina will be checking
on your female’s progress at ten sharp, I’m sure you’ll want to attend.” Her
eyes locked with his.

Brant
couldn’t help but to smile. “Make sure that you leave my schedule open from
then until lunch time. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Tanya’s appointments
had recently moved from biweekly to weekly. Excitement at the pending birth
rose up in him. The child was his, he had never been more certain of anything
in his life. It was a gut feeling and he was rarely wrong.

“It’s
all so exciting. A royal baby.” Allison smiled broadly. “Am I right in saying
that the queen is now entering the final stages of her pregnancy?”

Brant’s
smile only grew wider as he nodded. “It won’t be long now before my heir is
born.”

His
PA swiveled in her chair until she faced him. Her moss green eyes were wide and
twinkling. “Her final stages, my lord.” She raised her eyebrows, looking
expectedly at him like that was supposed to mean something.

Brant
shoved his hands into his pockets. “In just a couple of weeks I am going to be
a father.” It was still sometimes difficult for him to believe. When he thought
about his Cenwein, warmth rose up in him. His teeth clenched with the almost
overpowering need to protect her and his unborn son. “Are we done? I don’t
remember there being anything else on my itinerary for the day.” A look at his
watch showed that it was already after five and the need to see his female rose
up in him with such urgency that he was tempted to leave before she could
reply.

Allison
threw him a coy half smile as she rose to her feet. It was only then that he
noticed that she wasn’t wearing her normal suit jacket. His assistant usually
wore a business jacket and shirt buttoned all the way up to her neck. Her dark,
shoulder length hair wasn’t in its normal bun at the base of her neck either.
Today her hair was loose and tussled about her shoulders, another first.

He
hoped he didn’t need to bring up business etiquette with her. Normally he
wouldn’t care either way but right now they were meeting with many humans and
they were strange about such things.

Brant
felt his brow knit as the scent of her arousal hit his nose. Cinnamon and
spice.
What the fuck!
She sucked her full bottom lip into her mouth.
“Her final stages, my lord,” she repeated in a husky voice that had him taking
a small step back.

Brant
actually felt his mouth gape open and for the first time in his long life, he
felt at a total loss for words.
His PA was coming on to him? No fucking way.

The
female took a small step forward, her scent becoming all the more pronounced by
the second. “That means that you’re free to rut with me. As your personal
assistant, I’m here to take care of your every need.”

Holy
fucking hell!

Swallowing
hard, he finally managed to pull himself out of the shocked state he found
himself in. “No, thank you. That won’t be necessary.” The words sounded choked
and unsure even though he had never been more sure of anything in his life. His
little human was everything he needed in a female. There was no way he would
ever evoke that crazy lore. It hadn’t even crossed his mind, not even for a
second. In fact, he had completely forgotten about its existence.

Unfortunately,
Allison took his hesitation as an opening to try and change his mind. One of
the things he really liked about this female, the main reason why he had hired
her in the first place, was for her ability to get straight to the point and to
get the job done no matter how difficult the task. Right now it was about to
backfire on him. Big time.

Allison
clasped the hem on her dress.
Don’t do it!
In one swift move, she
removed the garment. Even more unfortunate was that his fucking eyes dropped to
take in her nakedness and a groan escaped. Not because he was aroused but
because he was going to have to fire the first brilliant PA he had, had since
Stephanie left.

His
assistant cocked a narrow hip and widened her stance so that he would get a
better view of her bare pussy. She wore heels, stockings with suspenders and
nothing else. There was nothing wrong with her per se except that she wasn’t
his Cenwein, wasn’t Tanya. Not his human. There was no fur, no lush curves, no
mischievous glint in her eye or a smile on the face he’d come to love. In
short, she wasn’t his and therefore he wasn’t interested and would never be.

“Put
that back on right now.” He growled, sounding much more in control. Back in the
driver’s seat where he belonged. The only person with any type of control over
him was his mate. Period.

Her
face clouded momentarily in confusion before she pulled her shoulders back and
took another step towards him. “I’m only doing my duty, my lord. You would be
well within your rights to take what I’m offering.”

Brant
shook his head. “I know that you can scent that I was with my female not so
long ago. She is all that I need. Now please, put the dress back on. I think it
would be…”

Fucking
perfect
!
As in, this couldn’t get much worse
.
Allison’s hands curled around his biceps. Brant had to work hard not to shove
her away from him.

“You
are a male in his prime. Not just any male, but the king. You have needs a
human would have a hard time meeting. Especially when said human is so heavily
pregnant. Don’t deny yourself this. I am duty bound to ease and take care of
you. Let me do my duty.” She pushed herself up against him. “Please, my lord.”

Brant
clasped her arms, intent on peeling her off of him. The last thing he wanted
was to hurt her but this had to fucking stop. Although completely out of line,
she was not a bad female. Her reasoning might be flawed but she didn’t deserve
to be manhandled.

“You
cocksucking motherfucker!” Zane roared from behind him as the door slammed.

Allison
gasped, putting a hand to her chest. Brant used the opportunity to move away
from the female. “It’s not what you—”

Zane
didn’t wait for him to finish, using two big strides, he closed the distance
between them and punched Brant square in the mouth. He felt his head snap back,
his lip split, a tooth loosen and tasted the metallic tang of blood.

The
other male didn’t give him any time to recover, he head butted him together
with a hard right to his abdomen. Pain blossomed in both places as he flew back,
landing hard on the paper covered desk. There was a crunch, which he assumed
was the laptop computer, and more pain exploded in his back. Thankfully, he
hadn’t heard the telltale signs of bones cracking which meant that he was good…
at least for now.

“Please
stop!” Allison cried. “Don’t hurt him!” She was sobbing.

Zane
towered over him. His jaw was clenched and his face was red. In short, the male
was totally pissed. More pissed than Brant had ever seen him and that was
saying something. A hand clamped around his throat, successfully closing off
all air supply. “This will fucking kill our female if she ever finds out.”
Zane’s voice was a low growl. Barely audible. “I’ll tell you what’s going to
happen…” The hand around his throat tightened and if Brant had been able to, he
would’ve moaned in pain. Unfortunately, the other male was using his whole
weight to hold him down. If it had been any other opponent, in any other
situation, it would never have gotten this far in the first place. Brant
would’ve taken the fucker out before he could land the first punch. Fuck, but
he was getting soft…especially where Zane was concerned.

The
last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Zane even though the idiot deserved it.
At the end of the day, the male thought that he was protecting their female.
Couldn’t fault him for that.

“It
looks like I managed to stop this in time,” Zane growled. His eyes lifted to
where Allison was standing. “She goes and I won’t fucking tell our female.
Don’t think for a second that I’m doing this for you though. I’m doing this for
her and our unborn child. If I hear of anything, see anything like this again,
I will kill you. Are we clear?”

Zane
released him, not waiting for a reply. He picked up the dress and threw it at
the female. “You have half a minute to dress and leave.”

She
whimpered in response. There was a rustling noise as she dressed.

It
took at least that long for Brant to get enough oxygen into his lungs, and for
his voice box and throat to sufficiently heal so that he could actually talk.
“It wasn’t like it looked.” It came out sounding rough and gravelly.

“It
was exactly like that and don’t you dare fucking deny it.” Zane pointed a
finger at Brant. The muscles on the sides of Zane’s neck corded. His face was
still contorted in rage. The male was barely holding it together. “I am so
fucking disappointed in you.”

“I
told the female to stop, I told her I wasn’t interested.” He looked Allison’s
way. His assistant had just finished dressing and was just grabbing her purse
from under her desk. Her eyes were wide and her skin was pale.

“You
weren’t trying very fucking hard. She was draped all over you. If I hadn’t
walked in…” Zane clenched his jaw so tightly that he heard a cracking noise. He
shook his head. “I thought you loved our female.”

“It
wasn’t fucking like that. Listen to me.” Brant gripped one of Zane’s arms trying
to get the male to pay attention, but Zane shook him off with a hard twist of
the shoulder.

“It’s
true.” Allison’s voice was shaky, her hand was on the door handle. “I was
propositioning Brant. Trying hard to get him to listen to reason but it wasn’t
working. He wasn’t interested. Rubbing myself up against him was a last ditch
effort. I’m sorry.” She turned her eyes to him. “Would you like me to pack up
my desk? Should I even come back tomorrow?”

Brant
cursed under his breath before running a hand through his hair.

“You
weren’t going to take her up on her offer?” Although Zane growled the question,
the tension had eased from the other male’s body and his eyes were no longer
glowing.

Brant
shook his head. “You know I would never hurt our female like that. Tanya and
this child mean everything to me.” He had to work to keep the emotion from his
voice.

“You
won’t try pulling this shit again?” Zane turned to face Allison who shrank back
against the door.

She
shook her head. “I swear.” She sighed. “But you must know that every unmated
female will be vying for both of your attention. It’s just not right that two
virile males, our kings, should suffer.” She licked her lips. “After being in
this room and seeing the two of you. I understand that you would never accept
the advances of another but try and tell that to the hundreds of females that
will be knocking on your doors.”

It
was Zane’s turn to curse. A string of hard words that left his mouth in a
growl. “We need to speak with our female before she hears of this. You know how
she can be.”

Brant
nodded. Their little human had been hurt by a male before. It had taken its
toll on her confidence. She didn’t always trust that she was enough for them
even though they had told her time and time again. It had taken a long time for
her to see herself as the beautiful, ravishing creature that she was. Now that
she was so heavily pregnant, both he and Zane had never been more attracted to
her. Yet she sometimes found this hard to believe as well. They would just have
to do everything in their power to make her feel even more loved and treasured.
Everything.