The Chosen Series Box Set: Books 1 - 3

by Charlene Hartnady

  “Therefore, rutting is not permitted,” Ross said. “I never fucking thought I would ever say those words.”

  “No rutting?” Rushe heard a slight whine in his voice. It was his wolf voicing its own opinion on the subject. After waiting so long for the right female to come along, he hated the idea of not being able to make love to her … often. The thought of the other male touching Becky had his hackles rising. He had to concede or this wouldn’t be possible.

  Ross stretched his back. “We have decided not to fight, if I scent you on her then I will instinctively need to go after you. If you don’t feel the same, then I will gladly—”

  Rushe snarled at the vampire, feeling his claws extend. “I will kill you if you so much as …” He had to smile. “Point taken. Neither of us gets to rut her.”

  “We will need to win her without using our cocks. There are many things that I wish to learn about Becky. This will be the perfect time to do so.”

  “Are we permitted to ease her need? I would hate for her to seek relief elsewhere,” Rushe asked.

  “I’ll fucking kill anyone who lays even a finger on her,” Ross said, his voice calm yet deadly.

  “We may be up against one another in this, but I would be at your side to kill any motherfucker who had designs on our female.”

  “My female,” Ross growled.

  “My female,” Rushe growled back.

  “Mine,” Ross growled yet again.

  “We’ll see.” Rushe grinned.

  “I say yes,” Ross said, his eyes darkening up.

  “Yes what? Are you conceding?”

  Ross grinned in response. “You’re fucking funny, wolf. I like you.”

  “You’re okay for a bloodsucker. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I like you though.”

  “You fucking like me, wolf, I can tell.”

  Rushe chuckled and shook his head. He never dreamed he would see the day when he actually liked a blood-fucking-sucker.

  “I’m not conceding. Yes … we can ease her need but if I scent you on her, the deal is off. I will come after you.”

  Rushe nodded. “I feel the same. Don’t underestimate me, vampire.”

  Ross snorted. “I saw you fight. I won’t underestimate you, but know that I am also a champion fighter.” He smiled. “We can both work at trying to get her to go on a date. I don’t think she will just agree,” his gaze turned feral, “but I bet I get her to agree to a date first.”

  “Keep dreaming, vampire.”

  “At some point she will end up choosing me. You need to agree to back the fuck off when that day comes or I will hurt you.”

  Rushe snorted at the sheer arrogance of the male. “When she begs me to mate her, I will get her to call you and tell you to back the fuck off. I might even keep the call connected when I make her mine. You’ll be able to hear each thrust, each moan, you’ll hear her scream as I claim her.”

  Ross’ eyes darkened in … lust. The look was gone before Rushe could analyze it. Maybe he had been wrong. Surely the thought of him and Becky mating should anger the male, not arouse him? He couldn’t scent either emotion, but as a warrior, he would be skilled at masking such things. The vampire shook his head while smiling. “We’ll see.”

  Rushe sat forward, his nostrils flared. His dick sprang to life as soon as he caught a nose full of his female’s honeysuckle scent.

  A few seconds later, the male next to him also sniffed at the air. Ross closed his eyes and moaned his approval. “I love how she smells.”

  “Yeah,” Rushe growled. “Except, she shouldn’t be here.”

  “The human will be safe. She is the queen’s good friend. Tanya must know that she is here.” He turned and faced Rushe. “So we’re agreed then?”

  “Yeah,” Rushe answered.

  “No fighting.”

  Rushe nodded. “No rutting … no fighting. I will concede if she picks you.” He said the last through clenched teeth.

  Ross’ neck muscles roped, his eyes hardened up but he nodded in concession just as the sound of Becky’s voice drifted down the passageway.

  Chapter 19

  What the fuck had he just agreed to?

  He should be tearing into this male. A dead wolf couldn’t stand in the way of him claiming his female. Unfortunately he found himself genuinely liking the male. Especially after he had fought so valiantly for his Alpha and for Stephany. And especially since he had risked his own life and put himself between him and that bastard Brant in an effort to save him. He had come to the castle to fight him for Becky but instead had ended up fighting alongside him. The whole situation was nuts. There was also that nagging realization that Becky would have a problem with him killing the male.

  Not rutting Becky would be a colossal test of his self-control. Yet, part of him felt it was for the best. Sex was something the female seemed to use as a shield. This way, she wouldn’t be able to hide. He wanted to find out what she was really afraid of. It had become his mission to convince her that he was the male for her. Not just for a day, a month or a year. Hell, not even for ten years, but for always. She flinched at the word, but he would get her to believe in forever even if it killed him. Ross would find out what her real fears were and eradicate them, all while not rutting her.

  Both he and Rushe leaned forward as Becky came into view. Her blonde hair bounced. It shone brightly in the dull light. The ugliness of their surroundings enhanced her beauty all the more. She gasped into her hands as she caught sight of them. “What did that pig do to you? It was Brant wasn’t it?” Her little hands clenched the bars and her mouth became a thin, white line.

  She turned her angry stare on the male who had brought her down. “Let me in.”

  He shook his head. “Sorry, female. I was given orders to bring you here but not to let you in there.”

  “Why the hell not?” Her hands went to her hips. “It’s not like they can hurt me or anything. They’re freaking shackled.”

  The male shrugged. “They could hurt you. You’ll note that their arms are free enough to cause you damage.”

  “I will not hurt her, Gideon,” Ross said.

  The male’s eyes flashed to him. “What about the beast?”

  Ross smiled. “The male came here, at risk to his life, to fight me for her. He may want to do many things to the female, but I assure you that hurting her is not on the list.”

  “My queen will have my balls removed if the human is hurt.” Gideon winced and grabbed his sac for a second or two.

  “We will not harm her.” Ross decided to try a different tact. “Were you given specific instructions not to allow her into our cell?”

  The male shook his head. “No, but I was told to guard her with my life.”

  “She will not be harmed, of that you can be sure. Let her in, please, Gideon.”

  “I see the female as my mate,” the wolf growled.

  Becky made a strangled noise.

  Rushe glanced at Becky before looking back at the guard. “I will not harm her. I give my word. You can remove my head if even a drop of her blood is spilled.”

  Gideon’s eyes dropped to her throat and Ross had to suppress a growl. His female had a delicious scent. A fact that would not be lost on any of the other males.

  The male nodded. “I trust that you wouldn’t agree to allowing her in if you thought the beast would harm her.” Gideon looked at Rushe as he pulled out a set of keys. “I was impressed with how you stood up to our king. I wasn’t sure if it was because you are really stupid or—”

  Rushe growled, his lip curled away from sharp gleaming teeth.

  “Easy, wolf,” Gideon smiled, “I have since decided that you have honor. I respect that.” The cell opened with a creak. The hinges to the doors obviously hadn’t been oiled in the longest time.

  Becky rushed in, kneeling between them. One of her soft, warm hands curled around his jaw. He glanced in the direction of the wolf, seeing that she had done the same to the other male.

  “Look at you.�
�� Her eyes went from the wolf back to him. “What did that asshole do?” She removed her hand while leaning in to the wolf, her focus on his bloody nose.

  His chest tightened and he fought to keep from pulling her onto his lap, from wrapping his arms around her and snarling at the beast.

  Thankfully she moved back to him, running her fingers over his face. “I need a first aid kit. I can’t believe that fucker did this to you both.” Her eyes burned with anger. “I’m going to give that son of a freaking bitch a piece of my mind.”

  She turned her head to Gideon. “I need a first aid kit.”

  From the sound of the groan the wolf made, Ross knew that his eyes would be fixed on her chest, which she thrust out as she turned. He glanced at the male and sure enough, they were riveted on her heaving mammary glands.

  She wore a tight white t-shirt, her breasts were encased in a bra but he could still see tiny bumps where her nipples were. His cock twitched and he felt a groan torn from his own throat.

  “Oh god! You’re both in pain.” She hugged them both tight. One of her glorious mounds mashed up against him.

  “We are fine,” Rushe’s voice was gravelly. The male was just as aroused as he was. Ross should be angered, but to his surprise he wasn’t.

  “But all the blood on your faces … you must be hurt.”

  “No.” His own voice was just as husky. “We are already healed. No need to be concerned. I’m glad that you care so much though.” He beamed at her as she released them.

  She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. “I was worried that you had killed each other. I would never be able to live with the guilt. It’s my fault.” She bit down on her lip.

  “Don’t say that,” Rushe said. “I don’t like that you rutted the vampire but it was perfectly normal behavior. I wish you were mine but you are not. It was stupid of me to go after this male. When I scented him on you, I lost my mind.” The male grinned. “Now admit that you care.”

  “No freaking way. I can see that you are both well, so I’ll be going.”

  “We discussed the situation,” Ross said. “Have you given any thought to my request to take you out on a date?”

  Her eyes narrowed as she looked each of them in the eye, going from one to the other and back again. “I haven’t had a chance to think about it but I don’t need any time. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?” the wolf asked.

  “It just isn’t.” Her cheeks were flushed. She crossed her arms across her chest. “I don’t like that the two of you seem to be working together either.”

  “Would you prefer that we beat each other?” Ross asked.

  “I could kill him,” Rushe said.

  “As fucking if,” Ross responded, a smile forming.

  Becky threw up her hands. “This is freaky. I’m uncomfortable with the fact that the two of you seem to be friendly all of a sudden. What the hell have you been talking to each other about? Exchanging conquest stories by any chance?”

  Ross felt himself frown. Deep grooves marred the wolf’s forehead as well. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

  “I’m sure you do,” she huffed, looking very angry. “No dating. I’m glad you’re both okay. I’ll be leaving now.”

  “Not so fast.” Ross gripped her hips before she could escape. He pulled her against his chest, loving the little gasp of surprise and the way her eyes widened. Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t touch her like this in front of the other male. Knowing it could provoke him unnecessarily, but he couldn’t help himself. They had agreed not to fight. So, as long as he didn’t take it too far, he should get away with a little touching.

  Ross covered her mouth with his. Although her whole body stiffened, her hands clasped his shoulders. Her little fingers dug into his flesh.

  For a second he thought she would push him away, instead, she groaned as his tongue breached her mouth. The wolf snarled, low and deep. His female’s eyes flew open and she ended the kiss with a sharp intake of breath.

  “My fucking turn,” the wolf growled, picking her up easily and pulling her onto his lap. The wolf gripped her ass tightly as his lips brushed hers. He growled in what sounded like frustration while dropping his head and latching onto a nipple instead. It didn’t matter that there was material between his mouth and her flesh because she arched her back, her eyes closed, her mouth slack with pleasure.

  Ross could scent her arousal. Thick and tantalizingly sweet.

  His dick actually hardened. Instead of wanting to hurt the wolf, he found himself drawn to move in behind his female. To continue the assault there. It shocked him.

  He had shared many females and had greatly enjoyed those encounters. It was definitely true that two males were more capable of giving a female greater pleasure than just one. Two hands, two cocks, two mouths. Twice the pleasure. It was also true that the greater the female’s enjoyment, the greater his enjoyment. It was a win-win situation.

  As much as he had loved every second of every threesome he had ever had, he had never thought for even one second that he would be able to share his mate.

  Could it be that he was wrong?

  He had to remind himself that she was a human. That meant that she was small and fragile. He continued to watch as the wolf moved to her other breast. The outline of her swollen nipple clear beneath the damp spot the wolf’s mouth had created.

  His dick actually hurt watching her garner pleasure from his touch. Rushe kneaded her ass, his fingers almost brushing her sex. The male didn’t hold back, using his teeth to nip at her. It was crude, a little clumsy, yet he had to admit that the wolf’s ministrations seemed to have the desired effect. Becky moaned low and deep. A throaty sound that made his cock throb with need.

  How would it feel to take her simultaneously? The wolf at her front and him at the back. He growled both in need and in frustration. It wouldn’t be possible. She was too tight to be able to take them both.

  What the fuck was he thinking?

  This was Becky. A human. She would never go for it. Besides, they had a deal. He had to ensure that he won her. This was his mate, not some quick fuck.

  This time when he growled it was in irritation. The wolf’s eyes flashed open. He grinned, his hands tightened on her ass and his mouth once again closed on her nipple. The hand closest to Ross moved down, disappearing under her skirt to fondle her mound.

  His female groaned.

  Not a fuck!

  “My turn,” he growled, pulling her onto his lap. Thank fuck the wolf conceded or he would have had to break a few bones.

  Becky was limp in his arms. She kissed him back. His eyes went to the wolf as he slid his hand up her skirt, quickly finding the elastic of her panties. If the wolf could touch her there then so could he. His little human was soaking wet. Her eyes flew open. “No,” she moaned. “I don’t think we should—” She ended with a sharp hiss as his finger breached her pussy.

  There was a moan from outside the bars. His eyes flew to Gideon. Four was a fucking crowd. “Turn the fuck around and get your hand out of your pants.”

  The male’s eyes narrowed but he complied, obviously knowing what was good for him. Ross may be tied up right now but the male would hurt eventually if he didn’t listen.

  “Shouldn’t be touching her,” the male mumbled but didn’t try to stop what was happening. Gideon knew his rank.

  All the while, he kept pumping into her, his thumb slipped and slid over her clit in the same easy rhythm.

  Chapter 20

  Becky knew that she shouldn’t be doing this. The problem was, it felt too good to tell Ross to stop.

  All wrapped up in his strong arms. The hard ridge of his cock dug into her ass. Rushe’s heated gaze bore into her. She squeezed her eyes shut. They were taking turns touching her.

  Both of them.

  She should be freaking out. Telling them to stop. Instead, her blood heated. Her need to come was becoming unbearable. It was difficult, but she managed to crack open
her lids. Rushe’s beautiful blue eyes glowed softly. His chest heaved. Both males were smeared with blood. Rushe’s shirt was ripped. In short, they had never looked sexier.

  Ross picked up the pace and her eyes clamped shut once again.

  “That’s it …” Ross murmured while kissing her neck.

  She was panting and moaning. Feeling like a wanton slut, but she couldn’t care less right now. Not when her skin was tightening, pleasure coiling in her belly.

  “My fucking turn,” Rushe growled so low that she felt the vibration in her core.

  She whimpered as he pulled her from Ross’ lap. Rushe used his knee to shove her legs open. Although she could barely think straight and was shaking with need, she felt him readjust her skirt, probably to ensure that her ass was covered. Quite frankly, she didn’t care, just as long as he kept touching her. His hand pushed her panties aside as he quickly took over from where Ross had left off. Thank you god!

  “You’re so wet, honey,” Rushe rasped into her ear.

  A low groan came from somewhere outside the cell.

  “Don’t,” Ross growled back.

  It had her tensing up. Shit! That strange male was right there, just a few feet away. How had she forgotten about him? He would totally witness her orgasm, which was going to happen very freaking soon.

  “Easy, honey,” Rushe soothed, adding a second, thick finger. Becky let her head fall onto his shoulder as he zoned in on her G-spot, making it difficult to remember her name let alone why he needed to stop.

  “Yes.” She gripped his wrist, worried that he might pull away. Everything tightened back up. Her nipples throbbed. Her juices trickled down her thighs. She was going … Oh yes … about to …

  Rushe stopped moving. His eyes flew open as he pulled away from her. He seemed to be focused … listening to something.

  “Fuck,” Ross snarled.

  Becky whimpered as Rushe removed his fingers from her very achy, very needy pussy. He pulled her panties straight just as she heard boots. Shit, someone was coming. Rushe pulled her skirt down.