Zane sucked hard, his cock throbbed inside her and his hands closed around her upper arms as he jerked against her. He growled against her neck before releasing her on a roar as he continued to thrust into her hard. It was only when he finally stopped moving, his chest heaving, that she worked up enough self-control to retract her little fangs. Zane let his face fall between her breasts, his breath coming out in rugged pants. He kissed her softly in the vicinity of her heart and looked up, a smile lit his face. “We are mated.”
Tanya smiled back, she leaned down and kissed him. As she pulled back, Zane lifted his eyes past her shoulder. “You ready?”
“Do you need to take a nap first, Cenwein?”
Zane still had his cock buried inside her, it hardened back up. She shook her head. “I don’t want to wait.” She turned, locking eyes with his beautiful chocolate gaze. She wished that he didn’t look so nervous. Zane lifted her off his cock and she bit her lip to stop herself from whimpering at the loss. Brant closed his hands around her waist and pulled her against his hard chest, nuzzling into her neck from behind. Tension radiated off him.
“I trust you,” she whispered.
“I’m honored.”
Tanya turned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’ll be gentle.” He laid her down with the utmost care. Caging her with his big body. His eyes flitted across her face before settling on her lips. He kissed her softly. His touch intense and passionate, igniting a need in her. His tongue rolled against hers in languid strokes that caused her toes to curl. Brant pulled back, holding her eyes for a few beats. When he moved down her body, she used her hands to cup his face. “I’ve had enough orgasms. I’m wet and ready. I want you to make love to me. Make me yours, Brant.”
“Enough orgasms,” he chuckled. “I hope you’re game for one more.”
She couldn’t help but to smile as he moved back over her, settling his weight over her core. He put his hands on either side of her head. Using a finger, he brushed a few wayward strands from her face before slanting his mouth across hers. Ever so slowly, he nudged into her, pausing for a few beats before sliding home inch by excruciating inch. Once balls deep, he paused still continuing to kiss her with ardor. Tanya pulled her legs up linking her ankles on his back. Slow and deep, he made love to her like a man possessed. His kiss mimicked their coupling. Fevered, yet tender.
She would’ve thought that after all that had just passed, she would struggle to come again so soon yet her nipples tightened against his chest. The angle he used hit her in just the right spot while her clit was stimulated each time that he ground against her. Pelvis to pelvis. Tanya moaned against his mouth, her nails digging into his back. She cracked open her eyes, Zane fisted his cock in steady pumps. He watched them rut. His eyes, desire filled and glowing. He groaned picking up speed, his muscles bulging and his hips rocking in time to his hand. Digging her fingers deeper into the corded muscles on Brant’s back, she felt the first flutter of her release.
With relentless focus, Brant wrung an orgasm from her that made her body go slack right before everything in her tensed. This time she was the first to drink. Her fangs closing roughly on his smooth neck in a desperate need to taste him, to feel him. To be one with him. Brant held back for a few beats. Then on a savage growl that had goose bumps breaking out on her quivering flesh, he bit her sucking long and deep. His eyes wide and glowing fiercely. She mewled as the same feeling of rapture poured through her, igniting every part of her. Tanya let go while Brant took another savage pull. She moaned, at this point the pleasure was so intense that it was borderline painful. Brant’s neck muscles roped as his eyes turned feral, but he pulled away. His long fangs gleamed, her blood on his lips. He snarled and buried his head into the bedding to the right of her head. There was a ripping and a tearing noise as he tore a chunk out of her brand new double king size bed.
“Hey.” She swatted Brant lovingly on the arm.
He shook his head at her.
“Let me guess, you almost killed me?”
“You have no idea, Cenwein.” His mouth pulled up into a lop-sided grin that made her want a repeat.
Holy hell, she was becoming one of these horny vampires.
“It’s done. How do you feel?” Brant asked.
She rolled her eyes, putting a hand over her face. “Horny. Still thirsty,” she laughed.
“You might notice a couple of subtle changes.”
“Like what?”
Brant shrugged. “Glowing skin, tighter ass…” He smiled at her, “I don’t know…just younger, fresher, healthier with way more energy, stamina”—he bobbed his eyebrows and she giggled—“higher sex drive…um…stronger. Your senses will improve.”
Tanya gasped. “Am I a vampire?”
Brant shook his head. “No, not exactly.”
“You have bonded with us and therefore have a small amount of our species’ traits.” Zane said, his eyes straying to the bed on the opposite side of where Brant was lying. “It will be amplified if you continue to drink from us.”
Zane turned away quickly, looking distinctly sheepish. She looked down at the patch he had just been looking at. Her beautiful new bed was covered in spurts of semen. “Really? Seriously Zane?”
His eyes locked with hers. “I couldn’t help it. Hearing you make those little noises. Watching you come.” He cursed. “Just thinking about it makes me want you again.”
“I am feeling really horny.”
“You should rest.” Zane squeezed his growing erection, trying to get it to subside. He failed dismally. “Too much rutting wouldn’t be good for the baby.”
“What was that about endorphins being good for the baby? Please do that thing with your hands again.” She turned back to Brant.
“There’s an even better thing I’d like to try.” Brant threw her a half smile, his eyes smoldering.
Her heart raced and she groaned. “An even better thing?”
“There are many things we could try if you’re game, Cenwein.” Brant narrowed smoky eyes at her.
“I’m game if you are?” She locked eyes with Zane.
He grinned wickedly. “I’m all in, sweetness…literally.” His eyes were glowing softly, his cock stood proudly from his magnificent body.
“First you need to clean up this mess.” She pointed at the sticky semen on her new bed.
“I’ll change the bedding once we’re done with round two. We’d just ruin the new sheets anyway.”
Her clit throbbed. Her pussy clenched. Moisture trickled down her thigh.
“On your hands and knees sweetness.” Zane growled.
Tanya had to suppress an excited squeal as she did what he said. Both her males groaned loudly.
After a few beats, she turned to look at them over her shoulder feeling her face pull into a look of confusion. Both males stood side by side, arms folded across their chests. Eyes filled with such lust that she felt a shiver race through her.
“Best fucking view I ever saw,” Zane growled.
“I’m so glad you gave us a second chance, Cenwein. We won’t blow it.”
“I really hope you do blow it.” Palming his dick, Zane chuckled and advanced. Tanya’s giggle died on her lips as Zane got closer. His expression turned tender, “I love you, sweetness.” He cupped her chin and kissed her.
“So very much,” Brant whispered and the bed dipped as he moved closer as well, his heat at her back.
When Zane finally broke the kiss, she had to wait a few seconds for her vocal cords to function. “I love you too…now take me already. I’m all yours….” She looked from one male to the other.
Later, after several bouts of wild, sweaty sex…not too wild…it wasn’t lost on her how careful her males were with her the whole time. They had fallen asleep within minutes of changing the bedding. Tanya lay between Brant and Zane, completely sated, completely exhausted. Brant had his arm slung over her with his head tucked into her shoulder. It amazed her how much an arm could weigh. Although that
was nothing compared to Zane’s meaty thigh hooked across her own legs. Zane’s head was on her chest.
It was impossible to move, uncomfortable as hell, yet she couldn’t suppress the smile on her face. She was sure that it tracked from ear to ear. Tanya had never been happier. She finally had her vampire freaking sandwich.
Chapter 35
Two days later
Stephany rounded the corner looking forward to closing her door to her suite for the night. Lance had pestered her nonstop since her return. The more she told him to shove off the more determined he became. The only place that seemed even the least bit sacred was her room.
Groans, moans, grunts, growls.
Well, all except for the annoying noises coming from the royal suite. She couldn’t believe that they were still at it. Holed up in that room ever since the new moon. One marathon sex bout after another. Surely enough was enough.
Stephany sighed when she caught the little elf princess’ wide eyes at the foot of the stairs that led to the threesome in question. “Esral, what are you doing here?”
“Um, I had hoped to visit with Tanya, but”—she bit her lower lip raising her eyes in the direction of the sounds which were rapidly increasing in tempo—“…um.”
Tanya groaned. Loudly. Esral’s eyes widened. “Are you sure she’s okay? I mean, it sounds as if they’re killing her.” A high pitched keen was followed by a vicious snarl. “Or, at the very least really hurting her.” The princess was breathing rapidly and looked as if she planned on rushing up the long staircase to save Tanya.
Stephany had to suppress a giggle. “I assure you that they are not hurting her. Far from it,” she mumbled the last under her breath.
Tanya screamed, the sound followed by a roar that might leave cracks in the walls. Esral’s large eyes opened even further if that was even possible. “By all that is green, I knew that intimacy could be good, but”—she bit on her lip again—“Tanya was screaming in pleasure wasn’t she?”
Stephany nodded. “It is rude of us to listen. There’s a reason they call it intimacy.”
The princess’ cheeks heated and she looked like she felt guilty for the outburst.
“I’m sorry, Esral, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I know that you are curious, which is normal.”
Another moan sounded, this time barely audible.
“Again?” Esral looked confused.
“It’ll happen several times before anyone in this wing gets any sleep and within a few hours it’ll start up again. Crazy.” She tucked some hair behind her ear.
Esral sighed. “Crazy in love.”
“Sex and love are two different things.”
“It’s love in their case and it’s what I want. I can’t wait to be with someone that completes me”—her eyes narrowed—“and that makes me scream with pleasure. I’m so happy my father has granted me permission to date.” She giggled. “I’m going back to my room now.”
“Where’s Xavier?”
“I gave him the slip. Vampires are not the best trackers.” Esral giggled again, giving a little wave as she skipped down the hallway.
The shrieking started up again. Loud and in time with a clunking headboard. It wouldn’t be long now. Stephany would cover her ears, but she knew it wouldn’t help. A growl. Silence for a few beats. A shrill scream. “Zane….oh, God….Brant…” Stephany squeezed her eyes shut trying to block out the sounds of untold pleasure.
She put a hand to her chest realizing how hard she was breathing, more like panting.
A roar sounded, it eventually turned into a deep grunt.
Her clit throbbed. Her breasts felt heavy.
Her body’s reaction wasn’t to the three upstairs, but rather to the memories that the noises evoked in her. What exactly had the alpha done to her? For years her libido had lain dormant. Buried somewhere deep inside her. Stephany hadn’t even felt the urge to touch herself in the longest time. She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d felt the burning need to cum. Ever since she returned from the wolf’s clutches, she’d felt like her veins were on fire. What the hell had he done? What poison? What form of potent witchcraft was this? All she knew was that she wasn’t the same.
The scent of her own arousal surrounded her. Stephany rushed to her suite so that she could shower. For the third time today. It was becoming an irritation.
The problem was, she didn’t think these animalistic urges were going to go away any time soon. She ran a hand through her hair. By blood, she would find a way to control them. She just had to. The alternate was too terrible to contemplate.
Book 2: Stolen by the Alpha Wolf
Part I
Accidental Theft
Chapter 1
Her mouth was bone dry, the gag didn’t help things. The inside of her throat felt like it was caked with a grimy layer of dust. Something was tied around her eyes making it impossible to see. Not a situation she was used to being in. Not even on a new moon night. Stephany didn’t panic easily, so she took a deep breath and then another until she felt her heart rate even out.
Soon after the wolf had grabbed her, he’d surprised her with a hard blow to the face rendering her unconscious. Her species may not be perfect, but a male would never think of hitting a female. Not ever. At least her lip no longer bled even though it still stung. The throb in her skull had also dulled to a light ache. Thank blood for her advanced healing properties. Being a vampire had its serious advantages. Unfortunately, it also had one or two disadvantages. Stephany fought against the rope that bit into her wrists. It bound her tightly to the back of the beast. No matter how hard she squirmed and pulled, she couldn’t free herself. The sinewy twine was silver infused. There would be no give. It would be better if she saved her energy for when she really needed it.
The alpha would be waiting.
The reason behind her abduction made no sense. This had to be a mistake.
The constant motion on the beast’s back was starting to make her feel dizzy. It loped, keeping up the same rhythm with broad strides that took her further and further away from potential rescue. Light, agile, she knew it wouldn’t leave much of a trail. She’d awoken earlier to the sounds of splashing water. The beast bounded along the shallow edge of Sweetwater River for what felt like an eternity, any traces of its scent would be swept away. The shifters were known for their ability to disappear. Only this time, she would disappear right along with them. Again, she took in deep breaths through her nose. Its musky scent still strong in her nostrils. It didn’t help that her face was buried into its surprisingly soft fur.
Just when she thought she might vomit; not such a great idea with a gag in her mouth, it slowed to a brisk walk. Turning first in tight circles, it tensed beneath her and then released a deafening howl.
Silence.
It howled again. The ache behind her temples increased. This time there was an answering howl in the distance and the beast immediately bound forward. Within minutes Stephany could hear movement coming towards them. One set of soft padded footfalls, distinctly on four legs and definitely panting. After another minute of all out sprinting, they slid to a halt. Stephany was breathing hard. The sound of movement grew steadily closer until what was no doubt another wolf, yipped in welcome. The other beast moved nearer making mewling noises, the sounds turned to a menacing growl as she felt it sniff at her back and neck. She cringed as its hot breath fanned against her. The scent of musk grew stronger. Another low growl had her skin crawling and her breath hitching. If it decided to attack her now, she was helpless and although she would most likely eventually heal from her wounds, the pain would be excruciating.
The wolf finally moved away and she closed her eyes behind the bind around her head. The wolves picked up pace again in a steady lope reminding her of a ship on a stormy yet rhythmic sea. Her stomach churned. Her head ached. The air grew even cooler.
It felt like an eternity before she picked up sounds in the distance of both voices and wolves. The smell of smoke caught her nostrils.
The laughter of a child followed by a warning to be quiet. It seemed as if everyone heeded the warning because an eerie quiet descended. Stephany could hear more movement and breathing. Could scent that many wolves congregated here.
There was a crackle of a fire. Warmth blanketed her. It sounded like they’d entered a shelter by the way noises reverberated back.
There was a sharp cracking noise. Like twigs being snapped. A growl turned into a moan. “Where’s the human?” The male panted heavily between words. Stephany had never been near a wolf before when it shifted but she was sure that was what had just happened. The wolf under her growled and arched its back.
“Yeah, yeah…I’m on it.” The shifter began untying the rope that bound her to the beast, his hands brushed against her from time to time. With a sharp yank, he pulled the rope free. She felt herself falling and after having limited blood supply to her limbs for so long, her reaction was sluggish causing her to bang her hip and the side of her head on the hard floor. Pain shot through her and she groaned into the gag. Warmth trickled down her chin. Damn, her lip had reopened. Still bound at the wrists, she decided to lie still for a few seconds to regain her composure.
More of the same cracking noises. This time the male groaned loudly as he shifted. “My back is broken…vampire bitch weighs a ton.”
A low chuckle. “You were the idiot that brought her here. Why? Ward requested that we find the human. He won’t be happy that you brought a bloodsucker back instead. Should’ve let me kill her earlier.”
“We can use her. You should’ve seen how the vampires fought for her. The elves even managed to kill one of the vampire males.”
Guilt and sorrow washed over her at the thought of Lance and how he’d run into the range of the elven archers trying to get to her. They’d showered him with arrows. Many had found their mark. The last thing she saw before the wolf punched her, knocking her out, was Lance as he dropped to his knees. Dying, there was an agonized look on his face.
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