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

again.
    Brant
continued to fuck her hard, yet he didn’t increase his speed. It kept her on
the edge. Every muscle clenched in expectation. Her body was slick from the
exertion. She was panting and mewling. On the verge of begging when he bit her
again. It was like a freight train hit her. Her mouth went slack, her eyes
widened before squeezing shut and her pussy clenched so hard that she was sure
she would hurt him. Another suck had every muscle in her body contorted under
his heavy weight. She felt hot bursts deep inside as Brant came, they urged her
to higher limits.
    Somewhere
in the distance she thought she heard a shout, but blood rushed in her ears
making it hard to hear. A meaty thud. Brant ripped both his hands and fangs
away from her neck. His whole body seemed to vibrate with a low growl. The spot
at her neck throbbed.
    “Enough,”
Zane’s deep voice finally penetrated her rational mind.
    Brant
clasped her hips with both hands, his cock was hardening up and he began to
rock into her. “No”—she moaned—“I can’t.”
    “I
said enough. Let our female rest. I’ll let you have her first next time.”
    “Generous
of you.” Brant continued to thrust. She moaned because it hurt, but damn it
somehow it managed to feel good as well.
    “She
is human and needs to rest.” Zane’s voice had dropped about three octaves.
Another deep thrust. There was a loud crack and it was Brant’s turn to hit the
floor. Tanya collapsed. She grabbed for the blanket at the foot of the bed as
Brant leapt to his feet. The two vampires clashed chests, snarling into each
other’s faces. They looked like the non-human version of rabid dogs about to
fight. Tanya felt too drained to try and stop them. She wrapped herself in a
blanket while moving as far away from the males as possible.
    Zane
backed down first. “The female will be hurt if we fight.”
    Brant
moved into the empty space still snarling.
    “Tanya
will be hurt. You need to stop.” This time the statement seemed to snap Brant
out of his crazed state. Weird how just a few hours ago this had seemed like a
good idea, right now she felt like she might have made the biggest mistake of
her life.
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    Zane
tossed some clothes her way. A set of sweats that were so big that she had to
fold the waist and sleeves to get them to sort of fit. Then he grabbed a bottle
of water and sat down next to her on the bed.
    “Are
you hurt?” Zane asked as he handed her the water.
    “I’m
a bit bruised and I have a couple of scratches,” more like claw marks, “but
I’ll survive.”
    “Let
me see.” Zane moved the hoodie of the sweatshirt and leaned in to examine the
back of her neck and throat. She thanked God that he stayed away from her hips,
which had taken the brunt of the assault. When he pulled away, his mouth was set.
    “It’s
fine,” she shrugged.
    “It’s
not fine. We were too rough, but it won’t happen again.” Zane turned to look at
Brant who sat on his haunches back on the far side of the room.
    “It
won’t happen again,” Brant repeated leaning his arms onto his thighs. “I won’t
watch you rut with her again though. This will only work if we remain separate.
We’ll have to find a way to share.” More of the same shuffling from one coven
to the other. She sighed.
    “You
need to move to my castle. We agreed it would be best,” Zane added more
gruffly.
    “As
a short term solution. Separate towers. I’ll only agree on long term if we
build on neutral ground. Something fit for both covens.”
    “Fine,
but how do we share the female?”
    Brant
shrugged.
    “For
now we’ll stick to the current arrangement, but when she’s in heat—”
    “We’ll
take turns. One cycle she’s mine and the next she’s yours.” Brant stood in one
graceful motion.
    Zane
chuckled. “Fine, but since this is my twenty four hours with the female I get
to spend the rest of the time with her. I get to have her first cycle. You can
consider what just happened