The Chosen Series Box Set: Books 1 - 3

by Charlene Hartnady

  “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 ignored 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,” Lance 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.

  Charlotte gave a semi curtsy. “If you change your mind.” She looked in Lance’s direction.

  “I won’t.”

  Confusion marred her features, Charlotte was not used to being denied. She nodded once and left the room.

  “You should’ve taken her up on her offer.”

  “I was tempted, but I hate lying here while Stephany…” His lips tightened. Pulling a second pillow behind his head, Lance struggled to pull himself into a semi upright position. He was breathing heavily by the time he finished. His skin was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes.

  “It won’t be long before she is released. The wolves would be fools to harm her.”

  “Within a day or two, I will be well. I will find her.”

  “You will do nothing of the sort.”

  “I will seek out my mate and bring her back to her rightful place at my side.” Lance’s eyes glowed, his biceps bulged as his hands closed to tight fists.

  “Enough.”

  Lance closed his mouth into a thin white line.

  “Trying to find her would be futile. Our best trackers failed, as will you.” Zane pulled a chair up next to the bed. “If she is not back within the week, then we will act.”

  “A week is a long time. So much can go wrong. I need my female. Three days or I will—”

  “Quiet. You are not being rational. Since when do you care so much about what happens to the female?” Zane was fast losing patience.

  “My female,” Lance growled.

  “You accidentally mated her twenty years ago, you ignored each other ever since it happened, and now you want to claim her as yours?” He couldn’t help but to point out the hypocrisy there.

  “The moment her fangs breached my skin during the new moon, she became mine. When our blood flowed as one, she became my mate.”

  Zane held up his hand. “Spare me, I know how it works.” He knew he was being a little insensitive but fuck, maybe one of the arrows had pierced Lance’s head. “Twenty years Lance. I gave you leave many years ago to take the female. Why now?”

  “With all due respect, my lord. It’s none of your fucking business.”

  Zane chuckled. “Glad to see you haven’t turned into a complete pussy.”

  “Stop that,” Lance smiled. “You look weird when you laugh.”

  Zane smiled. “Having a female has been good for me.”

  Lance narrowed his eyes. “I hear you will continue to share her with Brant. Again, with all due respect…” Lance paused waiting for permission to continue.

  “Yeah, yeah.” Zane motioned for him to get on with it.

  “…a three way mating. What the fuck?”

  Zane arched his brow. “It’s a bit tricky.” He wasn’t sure he was still game. Since his female had become pregnant, he didn’t feel as up to sharing. If her pregnancy affected him this way, it would be twice as bad for Brant who hadn’t been able to share well from the start.

  Lance chuckled and winced. “Tricky.” He smiled “I’ll bet, one female and two cocks. Especially when the cocks happen to be attached to two dominant, arrogant males. It must be all fun and games.”

  “A whole, big bundle. Tanya is with child.”

  Lance’s eyes lit up. “Wow. You are to be a father. Good news.”

  “It could be Brant’s,” he bit out.

  Lance’s face turned hard. “It will be yours, my lord.”

  “The covens are one, so it doesn’t matter who the father is.”

  Lance raised a brow. He clearly thought the sentiment was flawed. Zane really didn’t mind either way. Tanya was pregnant with royal blood. It didn’t matter who the father was. Yet, he had begun to mind that he had to share his female especially considering Brant insisted on being so thick skulled. Best he think of something else, his human wanted both kings so he would just have to deal. “If you are not going to rut, then make sure you take blood more often.”

  “I will,” Lance said.

  “Rest assured that Stephany will be back soon.” Zane felt his lips pull into a smile. “I don’t think she will fall back into your arms though my friend.”

  “I will have her in my bed in no time.”

  To think Lance had had the audacity to call him arrogant. Zane shook his head. “There is nothing more dangerous or difficult to appease than a female who has been slighted. You mated her and dumped her.”

  “She mated me,” Lance said.

  “It takes two, so don’t give me that bull. She may have bit you first but you bit her right back.”

  “The best sex I’ve ever had,” Lance sounded wistful.

  “Whatever. The details are not important. You mated her and left her. Haven’t tried to see her or speak to her since.”

  “I’ve spoken to her,” Lance looked a bit panicked.

  “Traditional functions don’t count. You never sought her out yourself with the specific intention to talk things out. Did you call even once?”

  Lance shook his head.

  “You are so fucked, or in this case not. You won’t be getting any for a very long time.” Zane chuckled.

  “Want to bet? One week of courting and she’ll be mine.”

  “A whole freaking week. Have you gone soft?” He was fucking with the other male, a week would never be enough. Hell, it might take years.

  Lance’s jaw tensed. “She is mad.”

  “You won’t get anywhere near her any time soon, maybe not ever. The covens talk. She’ll know how many females you bedded while she has remained celibate. You can be thankful th
at you are not a human though, or your dick may’ve fallen off a long time ago. I am the king and yet even I have not bedded as many females as you.”

  Lance grunted. “I am a male, I have needs. Rut with the same female too often and she begins to think that you are in a relationship.”

  “Excuses. You should’ve gone to Stephany.”

  “Oh yeah, and that would’ve gone over well. You and Brant birth enemies…” Lance said as he shook his head. “They were dark times of mourning. Both your fathers lost in battle. Levels of hate still ran high.” His eyes clouded in thought.

  Zane shrugged. “You gave the impression that you didn’t care. If the female had meant something to you, you would’ve fought for her. You never did.”

  Lance winced. “I managed to convince myself that she was nothing to me. Lived the lie for so long that I believed it myself.” He scrunched his eyes shut for a few beats. “Watching that wolf take her though. Not being able to protect her. It made me realize what she means to me. I will find a way to win her.”

  “About that, you ran into their range, making it easy for the archers to take you out. Don’t pull a stunt like that again. You should’ve died from your wounds.”

  “The only thought I had was of saving Stephany. I would do it again.” His eyes narrowed.

  Zane nodded and found himself smiling. “I would do the same if it came to my female.”

  “You have grown fond of her.”

  Zane nodded. “You could say that.”

  “Aren’t you worried about hurting her? She is human after all, and we know how fragile they are. It must be difficult to rut whilst being so careful.”

  Just thinking about being with his female had his body tightening. Some places more than others. “In many ways it heightens the experience. Humans are stronger than we give them credit for, yet at the same time they are so soft.” A low rumble escaped him.

  Lance gave him a look that told him he was full of it. “If you say so.”

  “You need your rest if you are to be well when your female returns.” Zane stood. “You’re going to need your strength for sure.”

  “For rutting.” Lance had a dreamy look on his face. Scary, Zane had never seen him this way.