#3 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 3: Love & War) Page 2

  “Okay, maybe rutting is a better idea.” Brant gave a low growl this time laced with arousal. Normally the sound would leave her wet and aching but not with two sets of eyes staring at her. God this was so embarrassing. Brant’s eyes were hooded with arousal, they turned hard and terrifying. “Your scent on her is stronger now that she’s naked.” He turned hard eyes on Zane.

  “Sweetness, get your delectable ass over here.”

  Brant snarled.

  “I’m going to sit behind him, I’ll hold his arms. You straddle him as soon as I’m off. The sooner his cock is inside you the better.”

  “I can’t believe you just said that to me. This is so fucked up.” She went down on her haunches next to them.

  “Don’t over think this, sweetness.” Zane cupped her cheek for a second.

  “Take your hands off her,” Brant growled. “I’ll make it up to you, Cenwein.” He sounded pained.

  “Ready?” Zane winked at her. “You can do this.”

  She nodded once, not trusting her voice. As soon as Zane moved, she took his place. The moment her pussy touched Brant’s clothed cock, he went from semi to fully erect.

  “I need you, Tanya,” Brant whispered. “You know I would never hurt you.” A complete contradiction since Zane held both of Brant’s arms to the ground above his head.

  “Take him, sweetness,” Zane coaxed.

  Tanya licked her lips, fumbling with the catches on Brant’s suit pants. Brant hissed as his cock sprang free. She positioned herself over him, his big head at her entrance. She struggled to get even the tip of him inside her.

  A thumb brushed up against her clit. “Close your eyes.” It was Zane. He held Brant’s arms with one hand. Brant was clearly allowing himself to be restrained at this point.

  Brant snarled, his eyes were glowing so bright that she was sure they’d be able to light up a dark room. “Get your filthy hands off her.”

  “She’s not ready for you. You do want her to have pleasure too. You don’t want to hurt her. I don’t trust you enough to let you go.”

  Brant cursed. “Do it.” He locked his jaw as Zane’s thumb moved over her clit in a lazy circle before dipping into her once. She tried not to react, not when both men were watching her so intently.

  “Close your eyes,” Zane’s deep, husky voice had her pulse quickening. She did as he said. It might be easier if she didn’t have to see them. Zane’s finger was slipping and sliding over her clit. Her pussy clenched, against all odds, she could feel herself growing wet. He pushed two fingers inside her. She groaned, unable to stop the building need that clawed at her. Brant growled. A vibrating rumble of arousal. Zane removed his fingers only to start back on her tight nub. So soft, she rolled her pelvis to try and grind up against him. Needing more. Instead of fingers, her clit met with hard cock. Tanya ground herself against Brant. Ground herself against his velvet clad steel.

  “That’s it, sweetness,” Zane’s voice was tight. Was he just as aroused? She kept her eyes shut. Didn’t want to break the moment. She burned with the need to come, she rubbed herself harder against Brant’s shaft. He groaned.

  “Take him, sweetness.”

  She positioned him at her entrance and this time he slipped in easily. Tanya eased down on his hard length panting as he slowly filled her. Loving how she stretched to accommodate him.

  Brant pushed up from below. She cried out with the pure ecstasy as he fully sheathed himself in her. She swallowed hard rocking her hips, keeping him deep. Loving how he felt against her.

  Tanya eased up and pushed back down. Brant groaned.

  “That’s it, sweetness,” Zane’s deep voice rolled over her.

  Up and down, she leaned forward ever so slightly until she found that angle that hit her just right. She whimpered as she slid back down on him.

  “Faster,” Brant urged her. “You feel so good.”

  Tanya opened her eyes looking down at Brant. His lashes were at half-mast. She did as he asked upping the tempo while still ensuring that she kept him deep and hard. She mewled each time she slid back onto him. Brant thrust from below keeping the rhythm she had set.

  “So good.” His eyes were still glowing. “Wish I could flip you over and fuck you hard.”

  She gasped at both his crude words and because he had chosen that moment to thrust into her with added ferocity. Tanya was appalled to find she enjoyed the dirty talk. Brant tensed underneath her, fighting to free his hands. He managed to break one free, which he used to yank her sweater tearing it half way up her front.

  Zane chuckled as he secured Brant’s hands once again. Although she wasn’t moving, Brant continued to thrust into her, the deep friction seemed to catch all her nerve endings. She moaned.

  “Looks like someone wants a look at those stunning tits. Can’t say I blame him.”

  “Watch your filthy mouth.” Brant grit out through clenched teeth while keeping up his assault from below.

  Tanya lifted her gaze, catching Zane’s heated look. What difference did it make? She pulled her sweater over her head and unhooked her bra. Zane’s eyes almost bugged out of his skull and Brant made the sound a wounded animal would make.

  “Gods how I want to touch you.” Brant was no longer moving. Both vampires stared like they’d never seen a naked woman before.

  “So god damned sexy.” Zane’s eyes narrowed on hers then moved between her chest and her face.

  “Close your fucking eyes!” Brant sounded pissed. He looked even angrier.

  “Shut it. You’re the one who gets to fuck her. Any more lip and I’ll knock you out and finish this myself.”

  Brant fought against the restraint. Tanya needed a diversion so she sat back more firmly onto his cock. Up…down…up…down. Harder and faster with every bounce. She concentrated on her own pleasure, needing an orgasm more than her next breath. The incredible slip and slide of his cock taking her closer and closer with every sweet thrust.

  “That’s it, sweetness. Just a little more.”

  Brant made a noise of agreement. She cried out as a finger brushed against her clit. Zane was holding Brant with one hand while he leaned forward and stroked her clit with the other. His face was taught with desire.

  Brant growled something between pleasure and a warning.

  “Oh yes,” she cried. Her orgasm building as his finger picked up momentum over her tightening nub. When Zane pinched her clit between two fingers while Brant fucked her harder from below, it was as if she had died and gone to heaven. Just the thought of both men touching her, bringing her to completion, was enough to keep her screaming as waves of pleasure rushed through her. She barely registered Brant jerking beneath her as he found his own release.

  Warm arms bracketed her, hot kisses were planted on her cheeks and mouth. Tanya opened her eyes to Brant’s warm, dark chocolate stare. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”

  “It’s okay.” How the hell did she confess that although afraid at first, it had been the most erotic moment of her life? How even now she wanted a redo. This time she could sit on Zane’s cock while Brant squeezed and tweaked her nipples.

  Zane.

  She looked over Brant’s shoulder. The big vampire stood behind them. Shit, he looked angry. Eyes dark, body tense, brooding expression. His gaze softened as she caught his eye.

  “That was…fun. Left me with one hell of a hard on…but fun none the less.”

  Brant growled. “You sick bastard.”

  Zane sort of smiled. “You would have one too if our roles were reversed and you can’t tell me you’ve never shared before.”

  “Tanya is different and you know it.”

  Shit, she should’ve known that vampires would be into this sort of ménage shit. All that free, natural mumbo jumbo. In the end she’d loved what had just gone down just as much as they had, but the thought of sharing these men in return made her green-eyed-bug-monster pop out.

  “As much as I would love to fist my cock during round number two, better yet, I could…”

  “Don’t say it.” Brant held up his hand.

  Zane folded his arms. “You’re right because, my hard-on aside, I believe we have a conversation to finish.”

  Brant lifted her off him. Her blood heated as Zane let his eyes slid down the entire length of her stopping in all the naughty places. His leather pants bulged at his crotch. Part of her wanted to giggle while the other part wanted to embrace her feminine side. No contest, she thrust her chest out loving how his lashes practically fused. His chest expanded with a deep breath. Zane shook his head in disbelief. “You surprise me female. You would love to ride my cock right now wouldn’t you?”

  She gasped. “I so would not.” There wasn’t much venom in her voice and his answering grin said it all. Tanya tugged on her panties, feeling her cheeks heat under his gaze. She concentrated on dressing while ignoring the vampires.

  It scared her how Zane seemed to be able to read her like a book. How could she deny it with any credibility when he spoke the truth? Tanya pulled her jeans over her hips and did up the zip and button. Her bra went on next, she adjusted the twins into the cups. Zane groaned and repositioned himself in his pants. When she looked up, both men were staring at her.

  “Have you never seen a woman dress before?”

  “I’ve never been turned on so much by the act before. Then again I’d have normally taken care of this by now.” Zane grabbed his hard crotch.

  Brant growled. “You sound like a caveman.”

  “What can I say? This female brings out the animal in me.” Zane threw her a half smile. He was such a jerk. Even knowing this, why did she want him so damned much?

  “She is mine. If you so much as lay a finger on her I will—”

  “Yeah. Yeah.” Zane held up his hand. “In less than twenty three hours though, she will belong to me again. Know that I will rut with her...”

  Brant snarled and took an aggressive step towards Zane. This was quickly turning into another brawl. So far it seemed that Zane had a handle where Brant was liable to lose it at any moment. Tanya put on her sweater, wincing as she took in the damage. It was her expensive cashmere sweater. Becky had bought it for her birthday. Tanya didn’t own very many nice things and would never be able to replace it.

  Brant took another small step towards Zane. His hands were fisted at his sides. She had to do something. Tanya put a tentative hand on Brant’s broad back. He jerked at her touch. It was possible, even after he had taken her, that he didn’t really want her anymore. Not as someone to share his life with at any rate.

  Zane choked out a humourless laugh. “It’s best you come to terms with it. Expect it after my next time with her. We will rut. The female will enjoy my touch. We are highly compatible.”

  Brant growled a low menacing sound.

  “Calm down. From what I have seen, she enjoys your touch also. Right now we need to decide how best to protect her and since she is both of ours for the next nine days, we need to decide what is best together.”

  Chapter 14

  Her hand was still on his back. A warm weight that helped center him. It had been a very long time since he had felt this out of control. He almost felt like a teenager again. Not the king he was. The strong methodical leader. Coming inside her should’ve had him thinking rationally and although it helped, it wasn’t nearly enough. He needed to drink from her. The need was not physical. After taking from her two days ago it would be a few more days before his body would require him to partake again. One small mouthful would do it. More than just blood, he needed to be close to her. Needed to make love to her, to worship her body. Eradicate Zane from her mind. Hell, from both their minds.

  Brant hated himself for what he’d put Tanya through. She was a sweet, delicate human, not used to the ways of his people. It was perfectly acceptable for vampires to share. It even happened on occasion that two males would mate with one female. The thought of Zane watching Tanya ride him, taking her pleasure from him had added to his own enjoyment. Let the bastard see his female take what she needed from him. It made his blood boil when Zane had laid his hands on her though. So much so that he had to turn away the first time. The only reassurance he had was that he had his cock buried in her and not the other way around.

  “Our female is in danger,” Zane said. Brant looked back at the big bastard. The thing he needed most of all was the arrogant king gone. Brant took a deep breath, he took a step back feeling his female behind him. Her reassuring heat at his back.

  “What do you suggest?” Brant asked. “You sound like you already have a plan.” The bastard would have everything mapped out. Brant knew without a doubt it would be self-serving because just as the other species had taken advantage, so would Zane.

  “Your little manor house is very beautiful. I hear you used the best architects and designers and it’s turned into quite the creation.”

  “Out with it.” Any more of this and Brant was going to flatten his nose.

  “It was never built with defense in mind though. Quite frankly it’s an attacking enemy’s wet dream.”

  “It also has passages within the walls. A bunker below my suite with two exits. One in Freelax Forest and another at the statue a hundred feet before the lake.”

  Zane cocked his head. “You used local builders, so all of what you have just said could become public knowledge with the right incentive.”

  “I used professionals who would not be easily swayed. I paid them royally for their silence.” His irritation grew.

  “The kind of persuasion I’m talking about would not need to include money. There are many ways to empty a vein. A well placed dagger and they would sing like birds.”

  “What are you proposing?”

  “You could take one of the wings at the castle during your time with the female. That way she would remain safe, unless of course you are able to move your coven back into Starwood.”

  Brant flinched at the mention of the castle he had abandoned so many years ago. His mind recalled the amount of blood that had been spilled inside its walls. To him, it represented the long arduous war. Terrible times. Even if he wanted to go back, he couldn’t. Its walls had been breached and never repaired once the war ended. The castle wasn’t liveable. Zane already knew this. He bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood. He so wanted to tell the bastard what he could do with himself.

  “I will take care of my female. I do not need you or your castle to defend her.”

  Zane narrowed his eyes. “I disagree. She is vulnerable. My offer is perfectly acceptable. I will not interfere when it is your time with her.”

  Yeah right, next he’d tell Brant that flames would not scorch. Zane would like nothing more than to have Tanya under his roof permanently. The arrogant bastard would do everything in his power to make it difficult for Brant. Would stack the chips firmly against him.

  Bottom line, he couldn’t trust Zane. Tanya was in danger but he doubted it was as bad as what the other vampire was making it out to be. Even if it was, Brant could protect his female. She would be taken over his dead body.

  “I said I can protect her and I meant it. She stays here with me in her rightful place as queen of this coven.”

  Zane growled. It felt good to see him on the back foot. The arrogant shmuck ground his teeth narrowing his eyes even further. “Think carefully because if something were to happen to her I would kill you with my bare hands.” He lifted his arms and splayed his fingers till they resembled claws. So freaking dramatic.

  “No need since I would die defending her. I will take care of what is mine.”

  The hand at his back clutched his shirt. “Stop this. I’ve had enough of listening to you two as if I’m not even in the room. To make matters worse, you’re treating me like some possession.” She moved in next to them. “I am a person with my own mind damn it.”

  “Tanya is right.” Brant slid his hand onto the small of her back. “She should have a say.”

  Zane crossed his arms over his chest and glowered down at Tanya. “You would be safer with me human.”

  Her whole demeanour changed, her succulent lips went into full pout mode, her hands went to her hips and her chin tilted up. “Nothing happened while I was at the manor house before. I’m sure I’m quite safe. Brant will take care of me.” She moved in next to him and he had the ridiculous urge to fist pump the air. A small victory but one that moved towards making Tanya his queen and he’d take it.

  Zane kept his arms folded. Although he didn’t move a muscle, his whole body seemed to bristle. “You cannot make a decision without the full facts.”

  “Don’t go there Zane. We don’t even know if our concerns are warranted.” Brant pulled Tanya in closer.

  “The wolf alpha is looking for a mate. Chances are good he has set his sights on you.”

  Zane was an even bigger bastard than he thought.

  Tanya gasped. Her eyes welled with tears. “But….no, he couldn’t. Surely he wouldn’t.”

  Brant willed for Zane to shut the fuck up but the dickhead carried on. “He can and he will. What better way to not only prevent future vampire heirs from being born but also to fuck with us at the same time? It would cause chaos. Internal war would be a given. Our species would become easy pickings.”

  “It’s not going to happen because Brant will protect me,” Tanya sniffed. She wiped away a tear.

  Zane shook his head and scrubbed a hand over his scalp. “You are wrong female. The alpha will take you if he gets even the smallest chance. He’ll mate you. Do you want to be fucked by a beast?”

  Tanya sobbed and his last bit of resolve evaporated. Brant punched Zane. A beautiful, truly satisfying crunching sound filled his ears. He felt bone crush under his fist. Zane hesitated only for a split second, then he chopped at his throat using the side of his hand. Brant had been expecting retaliation, so he stepped back avoiding most of the force. It still hurt though and he struggled to draw breath. Brant threw a solid right aiming for Zane’s nose. Nothing like a double whammy to end a fight. Zane blocked. Tanya screamed for them to stop but he ignored her since she was far enough away not to be in immediate danger. Their vampire guard spilled in and pulled them apart. It took three men to pull him away from the bastard. He took satisfaction in the amount of blood that gushed from Zane’s nose.

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