#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance

by Charlene Hartnady

  “Tanya,” Brant’s pained voice cut into her like a knife. She looked up and saw the stricken look on his face. Every muscle was roped and bulging. Especially the ones on his neck. They were corded and strained.

  She couldn’t hurt him like this. She pulled away from Zane’s embrace and stumbled in her haste to get to Brant, thankfully he was there to catch her. Brant wrapped her in his arms. “I’m sorry, it’s okay,” he whispered for her ears only.

  “No, it’s not. You don’t want this.”

  “It doesn’t matter. At least this way I get to keep you even if I can’t ever have all of you. You’ll be happy. It’s all I need.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. It is for the best.” His tender eyes held hers. Why did this have to be so difficult?

  “Okay.” Her eyes pricked. Before she could think on it, there was suddenly heat and then hard male behind her. One part in particular. It hardened up a whole lot as it made contact with her lower back. Zane put his hands on her hips rubbing up and down her upper thighs.

  “We’ll make this work, sweetness,” his deep baritone voice caressed her. One of Zane’s large hands rounded her belly, dipping down and immediately zoning in on her clit. God, but the man was good. She had to suppress a moan since she was still in Brant’s arms. Her breathing must’ve changed because he tensed taking a step back. Her hands stayed on his shoulders. Brant glanced down and when his eyes lifted they were hard, narrowed. His jaw tensed and locked. Tanya wanted to say something, but what could she do or say to help him through this?

  He moved to the far wall. Taking up a stance that reminded her of a marble statue. His eyes followed them as Zane ushered her to the bed. She couldn’t take her eyes off him either. Even while Zane’s hand remained on the bundle of nerves between her legs, or even as he picked her up and positioned her on all fours.

  Crouching over her, Zane slipped a finger inside her while his thumb stayed on her clit. Tanya had to work hard to suppress a moan as she tried to concentrate on Brant’s face. His eyes were glowing, his body so tense that she was sure he would sprain something. Her orgasm built inside her with a speed that surprised her considering the situation. When Zane inserted a second finger, she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Brant growled, low and deadly but he didn’t move so much as a muscle.

  As hard as she tried to resist, it was useless, Zane was just too good at zoning in on all of her sweet spots. He knew exactly how to touch her and went about the task with relentless precision. Using his other hand, he palmed her breast squeezing almost to the point of pain. It felt so damned good.

  “Fucking sexy.” His words surprised her, he wasn’t the type to dish out compliments lightly. Or possibly ever. Zane nipped at her shoulder, continuing his ministrations on both her pussy and her breast. “Come for me, sweetness,” a rough growl that sent her over the edge.

  Eyes squeezed shut, she rode his hand trying to hold back a cry and failing dismally. Rough hands grasped her hips. Zane thrust himself inside her balls deep in one motion. She cried out, her pussy still clenching from the orgasm. Not giving her time to catch her breath, he continued to ram himself into her. No sooner had she rode out the rest of her orgasm, did the build of her next one begin.

  Brant snarled, his face was contorted in rage but her body didn’t give a damn as it tightened with her pending orgasm. “You feel so good.” Husky, deep, she loved the sound of Zane’s voice.

  She didn’t think it was possible, but Zane picked up speed and her core hummed. The first flutters contracted her pussy walls. Zane had her caged underneath him. His hands kept her anchored in place. There was a sharp pinch at the base of her neck followed by an explosion of blinding pleasure. Her back bowed. She screamed as he sucked a second time. Her body shook, her mind blanked, everything in her stopped. Her breath caught in her lungs. All she could do was feel. Zane jerked inside her, grunting as he found his own release.

  There was a loud thud and Zane was no longer behind her. She turned her head, feeling dazed. Brant stood behind her with Zane on the floor, his lip split and bloodied. Brant looked pissed. His eyes glowed, flashing red for a second. He snarled, his long, wicked looking fangs gleamed. On the ends of his fingers, sharp looking claws had taken the place of his nails. She had to stop herself from backing away. From telling him to stop. It took every ounce of strength she possessed to stay still as he closed the small distance between them.

  Brant pushed her into the mattress, her breasts and the one side of her face pressed firmly down into the soft material. One hand held the back of her neck while the other grabbed her hip. His claws dug into her flesh. They would leave marks for sure. She whimpered but knew instinctively that it would be best to keep still and to remain calm. Brant was still somewhere inside the vampire that clung to her. He might not be himself right now but he would never hurt her.

  “Easy,” Zane said. His voice even and calm. At least if Brant did lose it Zane was right there.

  “Fuck you,” an inhuman snarl as Brant sank into her. He growled as his balls slapped against her ass. There was a sharp pinch in the same area Zane had bitten her and she orgasmed hard as he sucked. The fact that she was restrained with his dick, unmoving yet deep inside her, had her coming even harder on the second draw. Brant withdrew his fangs and licked her neck. Her groan ended on a cry as he began to move in long, hard thrusts. He grunted with each languid stroke. Not letting up on the grip on her neck and hip. How in the hell was it possible? She physically hurt from the rough sex both vampires had doled out, yet another orgasm started its slow build again.

  Brant continued to fuck her hard, yet he didn’t increase his speed. It kept her on the edge. Every muscle clenched in expectation. Her body was slick from the exertion. She was panting and mewling. On the verge of begging when he bit her again. It was like a freight train hit her. Her mouth went slack, her eyes widened before squeezing shut and her pussy clenched so hard that she was sure she would hurt him. Another suck had every muscle in her body contorted under his heavy weight. She felt hot bursts deep inside as Brant came, they urged her to higher limits.

  Somewhere in the distance she thought she heard a shout, but blood rushed in her ears making it hard to hear. A meaty thud. Brant ripped both his hands and fangs away from her neck. His whole body seemed to vibrate with a low growl. The spot at her neck throbbed.

  “Enough,” Zane’s deep voice finally penetrated her rational mind.

  Brant clasped her hips with both hands, his cock was hardening up and he began to rock into her. “No”—she moaned—“I can’t.”

  “I said enough. Let our female rest. I’ll let you have her first next time.”

  “Generous of you.” Brant continued to thrust. She moaned because it hurt, but damn it somehow it managed to feel good as well.

  “She is human and needs to rest.” Zane’s voice had dropped about three octaves. Another deep thrust. There was a loud crack and it was Brant’s turn to hit the floor. Tanya collapsed. She grabbed for the blanket at the foot of the bed as Brant leapt to his feet. The two vampires clashed chests, snarling into each other’s faces. They looked like the non-human version of rabid dogs about to fight. Tanya felt too drained to try and stop them. She wrapped herself in a blanket while moving as far away from the males as possible.

  Zane backed down first. “The female will be hurt if we fight.”

  Brant moved into the empty space still snarling.

  “Tanya will be hurt. You need to stop.” This time the statement seemed to snap Brant out of his crazed state. Weird how just a few hours ago this had seemed like a good idea, right now she felt like she might have made the biggest mistake of her life.

  Chapter 2

  Zane tossed some clothes her way. A set of sweats that were so big that she had to fold the waist and sleeves to get them to sort of fit. Then he grabbed a bottle of water and sat down next to her on the bed.

  “Are you hurt?” Zane asked as he handed her the water.

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nbsp; “I’m a bit bruised and I have a couple of scratches,” more like claw marks, “but I’ll survive.”

  “Let me see.” Zane moved the hoodie of the sweatshirt and leaned in to examine the back of her neck and throat. She thanked God that he stayed away from her hips, which had taken the brunt of the assault. When he pulled away, his mouth was set.

  “It’s fine,” she shrugged.

  “It’s not fine. We were too rough, but it won’t happen again.” Zane turned to look at Brant who sat on his haunches back on the far side of the room.

  “It won’t happen again,” Brant repeated leaning his arms onto his thighs. “I won’t watch you rut with her again though. This will only work if we remain separate. We’ll have to find a way to share.” More of the same shuffling from one coven to the other. She sighed.

  “You need to move to my castle. We agreed it would be best,” Zane added more gruffly.

  “As a short term solution. Separate towers. I’ll only agree on long term if we build on neutral ground. Something fit for both covens.”

  “Fine, but how do we share the female?”

  Brant shrugged.

  “For now we’ll stick to the current arrangement, but when she’s in heat—”

  “We’ll take turns. One cycle she’s mine and the next she’s yours.” Brant stood in one graceful motion.

  Zane chuckled. “Fine, but since this is my twenty four hours with the female I get to spend the rest of the time with her. I get to have her first cycle. You can consider what just happened as a gift. Happy fucking birthday!”

  Brant snarled. His eyes glowed. “Like hell.”

  Zane chuckled some more. “On occasions like this, the three of us will have to try and get along.”

  Brant growled something incoherent.

  “Let’s hope our seed takes and we won’t be faced with this problem again for a while.”

  Brant nodded once while sliding back down onto his haunches. His head hung, he looked defeated. Tanya wanted to go to him, but didn’t dare. She had no idea how he would react. It hurt. She’d really banked on a future with him. It looked as if she would remain torn between the two kings with one who saw her as a business arrangement and the other who wouldn’t be able to hold feelings for her because he had envisioned a more normal relationship. Her hand tightened around the bottle that Zane had given her earlier, she opened it and drained half the contents.

  “Are you hungry?”

  She shook her head but her stomach growled. Zane smiled, a sexy grin that had her nipples tightening. Other parts responded with a throbbing ache. Her body was telling her that she was ready for round two, yet her mind responded with a hell no knowing full well that her body didn’t know what it was talking about.

  Zane tore open a silver foil package and offered her a biscuit. Tanya took the snack and nibbled. Not bad. The second pack had dried fruit in it. Between the biscuits and the fruit, she ended up enjoying it and felt much better even though she was still exhausted.

  Tanya yawned. She’d spent half the night waiting for Brant to come home and her morning had started long before dawn.

  “Sleep, Ysnaar. We will need you again soon. The scent you give off during this time will make a male lose his mind with need. Vampire female’s only go into heat twice per year.”

  “Really? Because with us it’s every month.”

  Brant growled, the sound more frustrated than angry as he spoke. “We have to go through this once every moon cycle. Sleep, Cenwein.” His body tightened as he looked in Zane’s direction. “I get to take her first.”

  “Calm the fuck down. You can have her first so long as you go easy.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do.” Brant’s lips curled back into a snarl that had her feeling a little hot. Must be all the testosterone flying around the room, she thought.

  “Actually, Brant, everything feels a bit tender. You will need to take it slower.” She didn’t like picking sides, but her body wouldn’t take much more of what had been dished out previously.

  “I’m sorry.” Brant averted his eyes and Tanya longed to wrap her arms around him.

  “I know you are,” she added. “It felt really good at the time even if it hurts a bit after.”

  “You smell so good and seeing him rutting you made me want to lose my mind.” Brant growled again. The sound evoked a feeling of terror this time even though she knew he wouldn’t really hurt her.

  Brant’s nose twitched. “You have nothing to fear.”

  “I know.”

  Zane chuckled. “Watching us rut made you want to lose your mind…don’t you mean lose your load?” He pretended to hump the air.

  Brant growled, “Like fuck. Fuck you!”

  Zane chuckled a second time but thankfully dropped it. He turned to her and said, “Sleep.” Zane adjusted himself in his pants, a pinched look came over his face. He sat on the edge of the bed, but within a few minutes was up and pacing. “Oh, to hell with it,” he said. There was a rustling noise. When Tanya looked, his pants were in a heap on the floor. “I’m sorry female but I need to take care of this and I realize that you are too sore.” He gestured to his engorged shaft, turned and walked over to the toilet and palmed his cock. His back was to them with his tight ass in full view. Zane used one hand to lean against the wall. His elbow moved back and forth with increasing speed.

  “Really?”

  “It is extremely difficult for us to scent you and not be heavily turned on.” Brant spoke while keeping his eyes averted. “I will need to do the same once he is finished. It will be better this way. Maybe we can be gentler if we take care of ourselves first. You sleep.” Brant’s cock jutted up against his belly.

  “Like hell,” she whispered. “This shouldn’t be happening, but I’m feeling really turned on anyways.”

  “It’s the heat.” Zane grunted, his hand still moving back and forth.

  Tanya took off her sweatpants and walked over to Brant whose eyes started to glow as she stood in front of him. “I’ve never felt this turned on before,” she added.

  “You’ve never been around vampires before during this time. Never rutted with our kind.” Even though his hand was still wrapped around his member, Zane had stopped fisting his cock. He had turned and was watching her and Brant intently. She straddled Brant, who put his hands on her hips. She winced.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” Brant’s brow furrowed as he took in the scratches on her hips.

  “Put your hands on your thighs and leave them there.” Tanya unzipped her sweater knowing it would be shredded if she didn’t. “If you so much as lay one finger on me then this stops. Do you understand?”

  Brant swallowed hard, his eyes on her breasts, he nodded once.

  “Good.” She took his shaft in her hand and guided it to her opening. It stung a little at first but she was soon riding him, chasing yet another orgasm. He felt so good inside her, filling her. His face was taught with desire, his eyes dark. They studied her, moving from her face to her bouncing chest. It felt so good to be in control but when he thrust into her from below, she came undone on a long wail. Brant grunted, right there with her. As soon as she slowed her movements, Zane picked her up off of Brant.

  He used the wall to anchor her. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness.” She did as he said. “Good girl.” He grunted as he entered her in one swift motion. “I’m already close.” He grit his teeth while fucking her with exquisite slowness.

  She moaned, feeling yet another orgasm build. “Oh God, me too.”

  “How you holding up?” Zane whispered between rugged pants.

  “I’ll be sore and sorry for myself later…” She moaned. “Feels really good right now though.” She moaned again as her body tightened. “How long will I stay this way?”

  “I”—he grunted—“don’t”—he groaned—“know.”

  She just knew there was no way she would survive too much more of this. That thought quickly dissolved as his finger brushed her clit. It wasn’t long and she w
as coming apart again. Between his deft strokes and skillful fingers, she didn’t stand a chance. Zane grit his teeth, growling low as he found his completion. His eyes never left hers.

  Brant growled pulling her away from Zane the moment he stilled.

  “I can’t,” she whispered. “I mean it this time.”

  “You will sleep with me,” Brant said, his eyes on Zane.

  Zane’s eyes hardened but he nodded. Tanya picked up her sweatpants and headed for the bed. She could deal with her males later, right now she needed to sleep. Yawning, she moved to lie between the sheets. Brant pulled her against him, leaving his arm tightly around her middle. It was hard to believe that it was possible, but his hard erection dug into her lower back.

  “Can you move that please?” It would be hard to fall asleep with his dick throbbing against her. “You might bruise me with it.”

  Brant made a sound of disagreement. “I can’t,” he paused. “I feel a little bit better when I am pressed up against you.”

  How could she argue with that? It was actually kind of sweet in a weird way. “Fine,” she huffed, sure that she would never fall asleep. Above them a battle raged, another one raged just as fiercely right here in this room. She glanced over at Zane who sat with his back resting against the wall, a stony expression on his face.

  Tanya awoke some time later to the sound of a loud grunt. She turned to see Zane hunched over the toilet jerking as he found his completion. As soon as he was done Brant planted a kiss to the back of her neck and slid from the bed taking up Zane’s position, dick in hand.

  “Is it really that bad?”

  “Worse.” Zane’s chest rumbled against her as he took Brant’s place in the bed, he pulled her against him. The familiar feel of an erection dug into her.

  “You can’t be horny already?”

  “Wanna bet?” Zane grinned. “Don’t worry, sweetness, we will wait until you are ready again.”