Brant jumped up to go and fetch the small tank of oxygen. Doing as Becky had said, he watched as the bag inflated before putting the mask in the vicinity of their son’s face.
Tanya was crying again softly. “I can’t believe it. He’s so perfect.” Zane must have pulled a blanket over her and the baby. His female’s finger was clasped between the little one’s chubby fingers. His skin was a healthy pink and he made suckling noises as he drank from her breast. His tiny eyes were wide open...It suddenly hit him. The shape of the baby’s eyes, even the little one’s nose. He glanced at Zane, seeing the same dark eyes staring back at him. The baby was Zane’s.
Brant sucked in a deep breath, waiting for pain and possessiveness…for anger to rise up in him. He’d dreaded this. Had prayed for the child to be his. Him. Prayed. On his fucking knees. Something did happen but it was not what he had expected. A clench, deep inside him. It didn’t matter. The baby was just as much his. It was theirs and they were going to be just fucking fine. Brant smiled before looking down at his mate. “I love you.” He kissed her lips, which had mostly healed. Next, he kissed his son on the top of his head. So soft, so perfect. The light sprinkling of hair tickled his lips.
“Thank you,” Tanya murmured. “Thank you both. I couldn’t have done it without the two of you.”
“Anytime, sweetness.” Zane kissed Tanya in much the same way that Brant had done. His big hand still enveloped the tiny infant. Their son. Fuck if his heart didn’t leap in his chest. “In fact…I look forward to doing it again…maybe with less drama next time.”
Tanya made a pained noise. “No way. Don’t even talk about a next time. I might never let you near me with that thing again. That goes for both of you.” She was giggling as she spoke.
“Oh you will, sweetness…you will.” Zane chuckled and Brant couldn’t help but to join in.
His phone rang.
“Everything is fine. The baby is doing great.” Brant said. He was grinning like an idiot but didn’t give two continentals.
“You need to cut the cord. Go to the medical supplies and fetch the first aid kit. Inside the bag, you will find a pair of sharp scissors and two clamps…”
“I’m on it.” Brant smiled at his mate and walked across the room. “I should be there by the time Tanya’s contractions start up again.”
He almost stumbled. “Why would that happen?”
“Relax, Brant, Tanya still needs to pass the placenta. It is perfectly normal and although a bit irritating, it’s not nearly as painful.”
Thank fuck. He pulled in a lungful of air. There was the sound of sweet, little hiccups. Tanya laughed softly and Zane gave a chuckle.
“He looks just like Brant when he does that,” Zane said. Brant could hear that he meant it.
“He’s so perfect and handsome, just like his daddies,” his mate whispered.
Smiling, Brant grabbed the supplies and headed back to the bed.
Chapter 16
It had been two crazy weeks filled to the brim with diapers, baby clothes and sleepless nights. Tanya had never been happier.
She didn’t know what had possessed them to put the nursery in a separate room. Although right next door, you had to leave the suite to access it. There was no way that any of them was letting little Sam out of their sight.
Sam.
Named after her little brother that had died too soon, so many years ago. It was something she’d thought about during her pregnancy but didn’t feel that her mates would go for. She was wrong. The named suited their little boy. Dark hair and dark eyes, the little one was already so much like his father’s in so many ways. He could be demanding as hell and had a little temper. There was a light inside of him, a softer side of him as well that reminded her of her late brother too.
Sam slept in their bedroom which they converted, their bed was currently in the middle of the living area. At least they were right there if he needed anything.
Tanya felt her heart swell with untold love and joy as she looked down at her son nursing at her breast. Two weeks and he was already bigger and stronger. It was hard work, getting up all hours of the night wasn’t easy but it was worth it. Her mates helped out more than their fair share, doting over the baby at every turn.
It turned out that Zane was with a vampire female when she had called him that day. The female was indeed Alexandra. Only there was nothing sexual about the encounter. The female had accosted Zane and made a comment that had sparked his attention. Something about her efforts being worth it. Her mate had interrogated Alexandra, which was what he was doing when Tanya had called.
The idiot vampire had been the cause of the whole uproar. Alexandra had spread rumors to the general female populous that the kings were going to evoke the lore. That any who wanted in on the action should head to the castle and make it known that they were eligible and interested.
Alexandra had been left in the dungeon for the better part of a week and would still be there if Tanya hadn’t requested that Zane let her out. There was a part of her that wanted to see the idiot woman rot but that wouldn’t be right. Quite frankly, Alexandra was a non entity in her life. The animosity she had harbored was gone and only pity remained.
There was a soft popping noise as her son let go of her breast. He made a contented sigh as he drifted deeper to sleep.
Then Zane was leaning over her. “Let me take him to bed, Ysnaar.” He held out his hands.
“No way.” Tanya hadn’t realized that a whisper could sound so menacing. “It’s my turn to put him down,” Brant growled.
“No fucking way,” Zane whispered back. “I’m here already…I’m doing it—”
“Touch that baby and I’ll tear your arm off.”
Tanya had to roll her eyes. “Please stop. You’re going to wake him up. I was hoping for a nap.” She yawned to emphasize the fact.
Brant’s eyes softened. “Fine.” He grumbled, glancing Zane’s direction. “It’s my turn next.”
Zane nodded as he lifted Sam. The baby always looked so tiny in their big arms. Safely in the crook of his arm, Zane disappeared into the next room. Minutes later, he closed the door behind him and returned with the baby monitor.
“Just leave the door open a crack. Don’t worry about that.” She gestured to the device in his hand.
Zane shook his head. “The little one needs his sleep and you need something else entirely.”
Oh. My.
His eyes heated as they tracked her body. Just like that, everything in her tightened.
“I do?” Her voice sounded a little breathy.
“Yeah, you do.” Brant’s eyes were so dark. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. She’d been too busy with the baby earlier to notice. How had she not noticed his thick biceps, broad shoulders and abs that could put most vampire males to shame?
“Um.” She chewed on her lower lip, feeling a little self conscious. Although she had healed up within hours of giving birth and was physically fine, she still didn’t feel comfortable in her own skin yet.
Truth be told, she still had a few fat rolls. Her belly was not as distended as the books had warned and she didn’t have any stretch marks. This was a freaking miracle considering how big she had been. She suspected that it was another positive to being mated to two vampires. Her being stronger with extra abilities…like advanced healing…had done the trick.
Still, she wasn’t herself. Her breasts were gi-freaking-normous. Becky teased her about it. Her friend told her that she could feed a whole army of babies with those suckers. Even though she had a rack on her, Tanya was sure she was just jealous dammit.
Two weeks and they hadn’t had sex, not even once. She hadn’t even thought about sex…which was weird.
Right now…she swallowed hard…an image of the three of them tangled up in the sheets hit her. Heat flooded her system.
Zane gave a feral grin as he hooked his thumbs into his jean pockets. His grey shirt pulled tight around his chest, and arms…everywhere. “It’s time, sweetness.�
� His jaw tightened as his nostrils flared.
She ran a hand down her crumpled pajamas. There was spit up on the one shoulder. Tanya pulled a hand through her hair. It was a ratty bird’s nest. Had she even showered this morning? Yes…no…maybe. Her chest was rising and falling in quick succession.
“Stop,” Zane growled.
“Stop what?” She raised her eyebrows, trying to look innocent.
“Stop overanalyzing this, Cenwein. We want you.” Brant took a step towards her.
“We want you bad.” Zane narrowed his dark eyes on her.
Tanya swallowed hard.
“Don’t worry about what you are wearing because it’s coming off anyway.” Brant gave her the once over…his gaze moving slowly over each of her curves which were a little too abundant at the moment.
“And don’t worry about your hair, sweetness…we plan on leaving it heavily tussled…you might need to brush it for hours to get the knots out.” His voice was deep. It did obscene things to her. “Get onto the bed,” Zane commanded.
“Know that we want you. That we are more attracted to you now than ever before and that’s one hell of a damned lot.” Brant took another step towards her. He licked his lips. “Take off your clothes.”
Heat suffused her cheeks. What if they didn’t like what they saw?
They both took another step towards her. Their intense gazes firmly on her. Their nostrils were flared, their muscles bunched. They looked hungry, like they were stalking prey. Their sole focus on her.
Her heart rate picked up.
Her clit throbbed and her heavy breasts ached. They wanted her. Their raw need was evoking this response from her. Taking a deep breath, she went to the buttons on her pajama top, undoing each one.
Their breathing picked up. Zane made a little grunting noise as she reached the last button. You would swear she was doing a striptease. That she was the most beautiful woman…female… in the world.
To them she was. It was a heady feeling. She slowly slipped the garment from her shoulders feeling the fabric slide against her nipples.
“Fuck me,” Zane groaned
“We’re damned lucky.” Brant said, his eyes still on hers. His gaze dropped to her breasts and a deep frown appeared on his forehead. His eyes started glowing making him look even more handsome.
“Now the pants,” a husky growl. Zane swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed as his throat worked.
Tanya leaned down, pushing the pajama bottoms over her thighs and stepping out of them. She stood tall, thrusting out the twins.
Zane made a pained noise. Brant had clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “On the bed, Cenwein.”
“Now.” Zane sounded angry. “Open your legs. I need to taste your sweet pussy.”
It was Brant’s turn to groan in anguish. “Can’t fucking wait.”
Taking her lip between her teeth, she moved over to the bed and laid down. She moved to the middle of the bed and opened her legs.
“Wide, sweetness.” Zane growled as he pulled off his pants, yanking his shirt off with a tear. Shredded material fell to his feet as he walked towards her. He positioned himself between her legs, his shoulders forced them wider as he leaned in. His hot tongue laved over her tight bundle of nerves.
“Oh god!” She groaned. She wasn’t going to last very long.
“Like that?” His lips moved over her heated flesh and he licked again.
Her back bowed and she made a whimpering noise. “Yes,” she hissed.
Brant leaned over her. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled. “I want to touch you.” His eyes were on her breasts.
Tanya moaned as Zane began to lave her clit in earnest. She finally managed to nod as her back came off the bed. Her skin was overly tight. Her clit throbbed. She knew she was wet…ridiculously so.
“Where to fucking start…” Brant growled. His mouth lowered.
Zane slowed his assault on her, using just the very tip of his tongue in slow, butterfly soft touches.
Brant kissed his way up the underside of her breast, closing his mouth over her nipple where he gave a little nip.
Her womb clenched. Her channel ached, needing to be filled. “Oh. Yes,” she moaned. Brant suckled on her other breast.
By now she was writhing and sweating. Needing so badly to come but Zane wasn’t letting her. His soft touches kept her very much on the brink but it wasn’t enough to send her on a freefall.
She moaned in frustration, just as Brant pulled back while cupping her breasts with both his hands. They were so sensitive that she had been worried that she wouldn’t enjoy having them touched and fondled. It felt amazing though. She arched into his hands.
“Do you want more, sweetness?” Zane gave a soft tug on her clit and her head fell back. So very nearly there.
“Yes,” she groaned the word. “Please.” She wasn’t beyond begging if she had to.
Brant gave her breasts another squeeze before raking a thumb over her nipples.
“Ahhhh…please.” Her voice was so husky that she barely recognized herself.
When she looked up, she saw her two boys exchange a look. If she wasn’t wet before, she would be soaked now. The look was heated.
“I want inside of you, sweetness. Would you like my cock there?” Zane’s finger brushed up against her sex, just the tip of one of his fingers breached her. It felt so good.
“Yes…I do.”
“I want my cock so deep inside that you won’t be able to tell where I start and you begin.” Brant growled sounding angry.
Shit! Were they going to start fighting? Please no. Things had been great. They were still both dominant alphas but a much lighter atmosphere existed. A real friendship and camaraderie had grown from the birth of their son. It was like little Sam was the catalyst they had needed to pull them together. She didn’t want to see it end now.
“Do you want me inside, Cenwein? Deep inside?” Brant growled.
She nodded.
“Do you want me here?” The tip of Brant’s finger breached her rear opening, causing her to cry out. That was unexpected.
Zane chuckled.
Brant pushed his finger a little deeper into her back end and her eyes drifted shut. She grit her teeth against the assault.
“You didn’t answer me, Cenwein. Do you want me to take you here?” He withdrew his finger before carefully pushing it back in. At the same time, Zane pushed the finger that was still at her pussy deep inside her. She gasped. It felt too damned good
“Would you like us to take you at the same time?” Zane’s eyes were glowing.
Tanya didn’t trust her voice. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Finally. She nodded.
“We’ll take it slow and easy…” Brant dropped a kiss on her temple.
“This time we will…” Zane growled. “Enough with the talking. It’s time you were screaming.”
“The baby…”
Zane glanced in the direction of the monitor. “Sam is just fine.” Zane sucked on her clit and fucked her a few times with his finger. Brant left his finger inside her ass. It almost had her coming.
Then Brant was positioning her on her side. His pants were gone and something glinted on the length of his thick cock. Lube, she realized with a start. He really was going to take her there.
Excitement coursed through her veins. She’d thought she might be a little nervous but she found she couldn’t wait. Was so turned on that she was panting.
Her eyes moved to the long length of Zane’s cock and she licked her lips while opening her legs wider. “So greedy, sweetness.” He growled. “You never fail to amaze me.” He gave her a tight grin. “You do realize that you are going to come in less than ten seconds, don’t you?”
“Yes!” She yelled as he thrust into her, keeping his eyes locked on her. They turned stormy, his mouth a thin line.
“Still so fucking tight.” His voice sounded pained.
“Ten seconds…” Brant chuckled, the sound quickly
turned into a moan as he placed his cock at her ass. “I doubt I’ll last five.” He pushed into her carefully.
Zane began moving. Slow easy thrusts that had her panting.
Brant clutched her breasts with both hands and thrust into her from behind. There was some pain but there was mostly pleasure and she moaned. Neither of them gave her any time to adjust or to recover. They both fucked her, together, they both grunted. They both demanded and delivered. The pleasure was blinding. Too quick. Too much. Too good. Just like the three of them together. When her orgasm hit, they both drank from her at the same time.
Her heart stopped. The whole world seemed to stop as her senses went into overdrive. She bit down on Zane to stop herself from screaming. He instantly tensed and jerked against her. Brant was already shouting out her name behind her. She could hear that he was trying to stay quiet. If she wasn’t still in the throes of her orgasm, she would’ve laughed. So much for screaming down the castle walls. They’d never had such quiet sex before. She suspected that this was how it would be from here on out.
When they finally came down from the dizzying heights. They were panting and sweating and grinning like fools. All three of them.
Now this was the real thing. She finally had her vampire sandwich. “I want to do that again.” She said between hard breaths.
Zane chuckled, his chest tight against hers. “Of course you do, sweetness. It’s one of the many things we love about you.”
“I think you should nap first.” Brant nuzzled into her neck. It was not lost on her how hard he still was inside of her.
“There is still plenty of time. I want more. Can we swap places?” She pulled a lip between her teeth.
Zane grinned, looking like he was up to something. “I don’t think Brant wants me behind him.”
His meaning was clear and Brant sucked in a deep breath. “Don’t even fucking start.” She could hear that he was smiling.
Zane kissed her sweetly. “We could never say no to you, sweetness.” He pulled out and pushed back into her. Both her and Brant groaned.
“We should swap places though,” Brant growled. “If you think our female’s pussy is tight…you should try her ass.” His dick throbbed inside her.
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