#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance Read Free

delicate only full of deadly
barbs. You do have bite to you and I like that in a female. I have found it to
be rare in a human.”
    “Oh
happy days, you at least like something about me.”
    “I
do like that trait. There are other things I like too though.” He paused, his
eyes dipping to her chest. “Now the time for talk is over.” He sniffed the air.
“The scent of your heat grows stronger.” This time he nuzzled into her neck and
Brant rocked from one foot to the other, his fists were clenched at his sides.
    “How
did you know I was coming into heat?”
    “Like
I said earlier, I ran into Stephany outside the entrance to this place. She was
the one who gave me the condoms. Told me where I could find you. She must’ve
scented it on you earlier.”
    Fantastic. Stephany had orchestrated the whole damn thing. She held Brant’s eyes. “You
really need to have a little talk with her.”
    His
lips twitched, but didn’t break into a smile. Zane bent down, he picked up his
discarded shirt and a bottle of water. He opened the water and poured some onto
the shirt. Using careful strokes, he cleaned the blood from her neck and hands.
Reapplying the water to his shirt at regular intervals. Once he seemed
satisfied with his work, he used the dry side to mop up any remaining water on
her skin.
    “You
weren’t hurt,” again a statement.
    She
shook her head. It was times like these that she glimpsed a different side to
him, one that gave her hope, one that told her he cared and that this was more
than just the future of his coven to him. It was also about his future too. One
with her. Hopefully one in which he would be happy. Maybe he could even grow to
love her. She hoped the same for Brant and prayed that she wasn’t alienating
him by wanting this.
    When
Zane was done, he threw the shirt down and set the water on the ground to the
right of them. He stood, towering over her and put his hands on her hips almost
waiting for an invitation, which was strange because Zane had always come
across as a male that took.
    “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,