#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (6 page)

“I’m
going to take a nap now. Maybe you can come back in an hour or two.” All this
talk of drinking blood made her feel a little queasy, and frankly she just
needed some time alone. Charlotte was sweet in a backward way, but she didn’t
feel like keeping a brave face. What she needed was a shower and some sleep.

Charlotte
smiled warmly. “That would be good for the baby.”

“Stop.”

“Sorry,”
she winced. “Just remember, I am here for you. If you change your mind about
helping out with…”

“I
won’t.” She tried not to sound like too much of a bitch because the infuriating
woman really was just trying to be helpful.

“Eat
something first.”

Go
away.

“I’m
really tired.”

Charlotte
narrowed her eyes. “Fine, but I’ll be back in an hour or two to check on you.
I’ll bring food.”

Tanya
nodded. Charlotte grabbed a second blanket from the foot of the bed and tucked
her in. If she really was pregnant—her heart rate increased at the thought—she
wasn’t sure she could handle twelve whole months of being coddled like this.

Once
Charlotte had left the room, she put a hand to her belly. A baby. A tiny little
person who would be her responsibility. To raise, to love…she found that she
didn’t mind the idea anymore really. In fact, she was starting to wish it was
true. One little piece of hope amongst all this chaos.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Three
days later, Brant still hadn’t returned. Tanya was worried. She took another
bite of her third cupcake. Vanilla with strawberry butter icing. The treat made
her feel at least a little better. Zane had assured her that Brant and the rest
of the vampires in the hunting party were fine. They were trying to find out
where the wolves were holed up at. The problem was that they were a nomadic
species, and although they had their borders and territories, essentially, they
could be anywhere. With miles of open country and a mountain range, there was a
vast territory to cover. That had to be it.

Zane
hadn’t spent much time with her. Scouts had been sent to monitor the elven
territories. There was even talk of retaliation. Tanya was too afraid to ask if
it was true. The thought of Zane or Brant, or both, heading up a war party had
her gut twisting sharply and bile rising in her throat. He had given her
regular updates on Brant, but so far the hunting party had come up empty handed
at every turn.

Although
Zane had slept with her every night for a few short hours, he hadn’t so much as
tried to kiss her again. Charlotte’s words kept ringing in her ears. Was he
getting his needs met elsewhere? She’d played their conversation over and over
in her head and he’d never sworn fidelity. He’d said that he would be faithful only
once they were mated which, technically, hadn’t happened yet.

She
took another bite, closing her eyes as the sweet icing melted in her mouth.
Nothing
like cake for breakfast.

“Well?”
A familiar feminine voice.

“Well
what, Charlotte?” She opened her eyes wishing she’d kept them closed. The tall
vampire wore a tight floral dress that barely covered her ass. Tanya could feel
that she had put on a few pounds since coming to live with the vampires. It was
from all the delicious food and being waited on hand and foot. Aside from
making a few decisions about the up and coming mating ceremony, she hadn’t
really done much of anything else. Her boobs felt tight in her bra and her
jeans were just a little too snug.

“Are
you craving blood yet?”

Was
nothing sacred in this place?
She shook her head,
taking another big bite of a fourth cupcake. “I told you, chances were slim.
Leave it alone please.”

“You
can try again soon enough.”

“We
will thanks.” Tanya tried to keep her cool, she realized that the vampire was
only trying to be nice.

“For
the love of blood.” Charlotte’s eyes widened and she cocked her head, listening
for something.

“What
is it?”

“Something
is happening.”

It
wasn’t long and Tanya could hear footfalls. Both kings rounded the corner with
a large portion of the royal guard behind them. Brant had stubble, his hair was
wind swept. He had never looked better.

She
squealed and ran to him, somehow managing to forget how upset he had been with
her when they had last seen each other. He smiled as she approached catching
her when she launched herself into his arms. He pulled her close, kissing her
like they were alone. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her feet at
his back. She blushed when they finally broke, catching the faces of all the
males behind them. York smiled and winked.

“Leave!”
Zane roared. “Now!” The men filed out. Brant released his hold and she slid
down his body. He kept his arm around her.

“You
too,” Zane added in Charlotte’s direction. She did as he said, a frown marred
her otherwise perfect features. They were now all alone in the large dining
hall. Just the three of them.

Brant’s
arm tightened on her. “I know it is your time with the female, but it has been
three days.”

Zane’s
demeanour tightened and for a second she thought that he would argue. “Fine,
but she must be returned before nightfall.” Zane remained stiff. “I am sorry
about your assistant.”

Stephany.

“What
happened Brant?” She whispered not really wanting to know but needing to all at
the same time.

Brant
shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t have much to say. They definitely have
her. We don’t know where they are or why they are keeping her. I could spend
the next six months searching and would probably find nothing. We have sent a
message requesting her safe return. If they comply, we will put an end to the
war. United we would destroy both parties. The elves must have heard about the
joining of the covens because they have already sent their apologies and are no
longer in partnership with the wolves.”

“Or,
so they say,” said Zane.

Brant
nodded. “It is fair to say that the wolves are on the run. My hope is that they
accept the olive branch and return Stephany.” His eyes hardened. “They would be
fools not to.”  He hesitated for what felt like forever. “Are you…?” He looked
down at her belly and she wished the ground would swallow her whole. Heat
flushed her cheeks.

She
shook her head. “It’s not looking good.”

“Her
thirst would’ve been upon her by now.” Zane’s deep voice rumbled through her.

Brant
let out a breath. He somehow seemed relieved but she thought that must just
have been her imagination.

Zane
growled. “At least we get to have a little more of that heat fun.” He bobbed
his eyebrows.

Brant
stiffened.

“Come
on. Our female is scented of the heavens. Your heat made me so damned horny that
I totally forgot to sample the goods.” He licked his lips throwing her a devilish
grin that had her clit tingling. “I won’t forget next time.”

“Come,
Cenwein. I have missed you.” Ignoring Zane, Brant pulled her into the crook of
his arm and headed for the west tower. She turned her head as they walked away
catching Zane’s frown.

“Night
fall,” he growled after them. “Go easy.” He added using a softer tone. And just
like that, she was back to being a possession.

****

Brant
craved his female with a need that scared him. He couldn’t help but to feel
relieved that she wasn’t pregnant yet. Odds had favored Zane to be the father
of the child this time. He didn’t look forward to going through the heat experience
again though. It didn’t matter that he was turned on by watching them rut, three
was a crowd in his opinion.

They
marched through winding staircases and long hallways. He knew this castle like
the back of his hand since it was an exact replica of the one that he had grown
up in. Even though Xavier and York trailed them like shadows, Brant was tempted
to stop in one of the darker side passages or to slip into one of the many
chambers along the way. His desperation to be inside of his human mounted with
every step. Somehow he managed to hold back. He had taken her like an animal
the last time they were together and he’d be damned if he was going to do it
again.

“How
are you feeling?”

It
was possible that she was still sore. Tanya had only just entered her heat
cycle when Brant had left. Zane would have rutted with her many more times. For
some strange reason his human didn’t scent like she’d been rutted recently
though. Maybe Zane had hurt her and had not had her since the heat.

“I’m
fine.”

He
felt his brow crease. “Are you sure, Cenwein, because”—they entered his newly
appointed suite and he closed the door behind them—“I really need you, but I
don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled her flush against him feeling each soft
curve melt into his chest.

“I
swear I’m fine and I need you too.” She pulled her t-shirt over her head, her
hair becoming a wild tangle about her face. She cupped his jaw and covered his
lips with her hot mouth.

He
moaned while pulling her over to the bed, allowing them both to fall. Brant
caged her body with his own. He took in her flushed cheeks and half-mast lids.
Her lips were glistening and plump from their kiss. “By the Gods you are
beautiful. I have missed you.” He reached for the clasp between her deep
cleavage wanting a taste of her ripe nipples. With one deft move, the bra fell
away. Deep curves, jutting points, soft succulent heaven. He feasted until she
was clawing at the sheets, he kept up the onslaught until she was begging. The
scent of her arousal surrounded them. His cock throbbed. “I need…” Brant
unbuttoned his pants, tearing them down. He tried to be gentle but ended up
ripping her jeans in his attempt to get them undone.

“Brant,”
she chided.

“I
told you to wear less. May as well get rid of them…” He ripped them off
completely leaving her bared to him. “I’m not sure if it’s possible, but you
are more beautiful than when I left you.”

She
gaped at him. “More like chubbier from all the cupcakes.”

“I
will buy you more.” He palmed her breasts and then moved between her parted
thighs where he rubbed his cock against her slit. “So wet.”

“I
told you that I needed you. Enough fooling around.” She ended the sentence on a
groan as he nudged into her opening.

“Is
this what you need?”

“Yes,”
she whispered, her eyes closed as he slid the rest of the way home. Brant took
his time. Concentrating on each and every thrust, he concentrated even harder
on not coming. Her greedy sheath clenched his shaft in a way that had his balls
pulling up.

His
little human threw her head back. She dug her nails into his back and drew her
knees up higher on his torso, taking him deeper into her heavenly pussy. He
loved how she rocked against him, matching him thrust for thrust. Loved the
sting on his back as she clutched him tighter.

He
grit his teeth, fighting against the inevitable. He slid his hand between their
bodies and frantically circled her clit. She came apart just as he was losing
control. It felt so right to be back in her arms like this. Brant didn’t share
well. Right now, just like this, was how it was meant to be between them. He
wasn’t sure how they were going to make this work. Closing his eyes, he lost
himself in her.

Still
breathing hard, he turned onto his back and pulled her into his arms.

“I
needed that,” she panted.

“Me
too.” He ran a hand down her back. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Stop
that. I’m fine.” He felt her stiffen for a fraction of a second.

“What?”

“Nothing.”
Vampire, human, it didn’t matter, any female that answered like that was hiding
something.

“Tell
me.”

Tanya
lifted herself off of him, leaving her chest against his and her eyes firmly on
him. Her mouth was cocked to the side in thought. “Why did you push me away
before you left? Why didn’t you say goodbye?” She bit her lip.

“Let’s
get something very clear. It wasn’t you.” He cupped her chin. “I hurt you, yet
I still wanted to have you again. If Zane hadn’t pulled me off you, I may have”—he
paused having to compose himself—“I may have killed you, Cenwein.”

“You
didn’t.”

“I
could have. I hated watching the two of you kiss. I hate that you are getting
along so well. It’s so selfish and so wrong of me.”

“It’s
not.”

“You
didn’t ask for this. I need to find a way to come to terms with it, but know
that it is not you.”

“Okay,”
her voice was timid. “You still could’ve said goodbye.”

“I
wouldn’t have left. The thought of leaving you…” He took a deep breath before
letting it out slowly. “I needed to at least try and find Stephany. I hope you
understand. If I had so much as looked at you, I would have stayed and would
not have been able to forgive myself. I still feel responsible for them taking
her.”

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