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
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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.
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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.
So fucking good.
Zane fell back taking her with him, his cock still buried inside her. After a few beats, she turned her head to the spot Brant had occupied.
“He’s gone,” Zane said. He’d heard the male leave as he moved to drink from his female.
When she turned back, her eyes were clouded. Zane hated that she felt pain. He leaned forward and kissed her, tasting his own blood on her lips.
Something he could get used to fast.
She smiled as he released her. Pulling her closer, his greedy human sniffed at his neck. “I want to do that again. Maybe we could stay here for the rest of the evening.” She gasped. “I know, we could stay here for the rest of our lives. Share blood and live on orgasms.” She giggled licking at his neck. “I only wish Brant could”—she huffed and her eyes dropped to his neck—“never mind.”
Tanya nuzzled his skin. “You need to stop, Ysnaar.” He chuckled. “You’ve had too much already.” He igno
red her previous comment, not wanting to talk about the other male.
She pulled back a little. “Oh no, is there a limit?” Her lips were glistening. Her eyes still on his neck.
“You need to get used to taking blood. It’s new to your human system. Take it easy. Too much of a good thing and all that.”
“I feel fine.” Her lashes fused. She pulled a lush lip between her lips and pulled herself onto her elbows wriggling in a way that had her nipples rubbing up against his chest.
“Stop that or I’ll change my mind.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Sex, yes.” He paused, flipping her so that she was on her back with him over her. Zane pulled her arms above her head. Tanya nipped at him but he pulled just out of her reach. “Blood, no.”
She made a sound of irritation which quickly turned to a groan as he rocked inside her. “I believe I promised you multiple orgasms.”
“You also promised to use your tongue on me.” She lifted her eyebrows.
He pulled almost all the way out. “The night is young, Ysnaar.” His female’s eyes drifted shut and her mouth slackened as he slid back into her. Slow and easy.
****
Leaving his female satisfied and napping, Zane went in search of Lance. Upon entering his suite, he faltered halting mid-step. Charlotte’s robe rode low on her hips. She faced Lance, who was still bedridden although he wouldn’t be down for much longer.
“I said no.” It pained Zane to hear how soft and weak his friend’s voice sounded.
“Rutting will make you stronger.” Charlotte said, yet she still pulled her robe back over her shoulders and fastened the tie.
Poor Charlotte, he thought. Even though she was infertile, she was considered one of the most desirable females in the coven. Yet, she wasn’t having much luck in the male department lately.
“Thank you,” Xavier added almost whispering.
Zane had never known his head guard to be quite this polite. It worried him.
“My lord.” Lance greeted turning his face to him only after he had spoken.
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