#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (7 page)

Tanya’s
lip wobbled and she bit down on it, her eyes filled with tears.

“Please
don’t cry, Cenwein. Stephany will be returned. The wolves can’t run forever, we
will eventually find them and make them pay.”
Blood will flow.

“I
hope you’re right.”

“You’ll
see that I am.”

“I’m
glad you’re back.” She smiled through her tears and he had to kiss her. His
cock filled. This female would be the death of him.

“Up
you go.”

Her
face scrunched in confusion.

“I
believe I owe you a long walk.”

She
bit her lip. “Is it safe?”

“We’ll
have to stay close to the castle and we will be surrounded by guards, but if
you’re game then so am I.” He only prayed that she would agree. If they stayed
in bed, he would take her again. As compatible as they were, he wanted to get
to know her in other ways too.

Her
face lit up. “That would be great. I’ve been stuck inside for days.”

They
dressed quickly. Tanya wiggled herself into a dress that had his mouth
watering. Black silk with splashes of red and royal blue. It had built in
triangular cups for her luscious breasts and fell to just above her knees. He
hadn’t seen her put on any underwear. It would be better if he didn’t check
because, either way, they wouldn’t end up going anywhere.

They
walked through the castle and out into the fresh mid-morning air. The weather
in Sweetwater was mild this time of year. A warm breeze picked up tendrils of
her hair, which held an auburn tinge in the sunlight. They made small talk for
a few minutes while walking hand in hand before he finally asked her the
question that had been on his mind.

“How
did your parents die?”

“Car
accident. My three year old brother Sam was also with them.” She frowned as she
spoke.

“I
am sorry, Cenwein.”

“I
wish I could say that it was a drunk driver or that the roads were wet, but the
truth was that my dad was driving way too fast. I’m sure they were fighting
again.”

His
chest tightened.

She
squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. It wasn’t easy those first few years, but I have
learned to get on with it. I have my aunt. She’s old and a bit ditsy, but she
loves me in her own way.”

Brant
wanted to say that she was a part of a new family now and that life would be
smoother, but the words died on his tongue. He would have to try harder to make
things work.

“I
remember them arguing all the time. They never outright said it, but I’m sure I
was an accident being that my folks were still in college when I was
conceived.” She sighed. “I think my mom never forgave my dad for having to give
up on her dreams of becoming a big shot lawyer. She ended up working as a legal
secretary instead. He still got his medical degree though.” Her eyes darkened
with the memories. “I think they were planning on divorcing when she fell
pregnant with my brother. Talk about double bad luck.” She sort of smiled.

“Don’t
refer to yourself as bad luck.”

“I
didn’t mean it like that.” She folded a piece of hair behind her ear and pulled
her lip between her teeth. “It wasn’t fun living in a house with two people
that didn’t get along. I didn’t realize how dysfunctional we were until I
stayed over at a friend’s house and saw what a real family was all about.” She
smiled. “I remember how weird it was seeing two people who actually loved each
other. There were no arguments. They talked. With my folks, it was either
fighting or they went their separate ways.”

They
walked together in silence for a long while. Brant wasn’t sure how to comfort
her. He was not about to make promises that he couldn’t keep. Their situation
was difficult to say the least.

“I
don’t want that for my kids. I’m afraid that it’s going to happen though.”

Brant
let out a pent up sigh. “It is not going to be easy and I can only speak for
myself…” He paused considering his words. “I will try.” It was the best he
could do.

Tanya
squeezed his hand and smiled up at him like he’d given her the best gift. He
felt like a jerk, like he should be doing more but it was still all too new.
Maybe
in time,
he thought.

His
sensitive hearing picked up footfalls. Someone strode towards them with
purpose.
Brilliant
. It was Zane. His face was a mask of determination.
Brant’s first reaction was to demand why the other male had interrupted after
promising he could have Tanya for the afternoon but after the conversation he
had just had, he held his tongue. Brant halted. He increased his hold on his
human’s hand and turned to face the approaching male trying hard to keep his
emotions in check.

Zane
inclined his head as he came to a halt. Brant noticed how his hard, almost
black, eyes softened as they landed on the female.

Zane
held out a leather pouch. “This came for you. It reeks of wolf.” He added
glancing back at Tanya.

Brant
could scent the heavy wolf musk. The stench offended him and he had to fight
not to growl. He took the pouch. Inside was a crisp white envelope, his name in
neat cursive. Brant would recognize the handwriting anywhere.

“Stephany,”
he whispered tearing it open. Beneath the wolf stench, Stephany’s scent was
apparent. The note was short and written in the same handwriting.

“What
does it say?” Tanya stood on tippy toes trying to read over his shoulder.

“Stephany
wrote this. She was taken by accident and will be released in due course. She
is unharmed and we shouldn’t worry.” Emotion churned in his gut. “Why didn’t
she call? I don’t trust this.” He crunched the white paper in his hand.

“It
is at least something. You say she wrote it?”

He
nodded once.

“They
may not have cell signal if they are deep in the mountains. The pouch was left
hanging on the front gate at Manor House. Our scouts found it. I think she will
be released. What use is she to them anyways?”

As
much as it irked him, Zane was more than likely right but he would not be able
to rest easy until the female was returned. She had been his faithful
assistant…and friend for many years. Tanya was fond of her. Brant grit his
teeth. The alpha would kneel before him and swear allegiance or so help him and
his species.   

“There
is more.” Zane ran a hand over his scalp. “I received word from the elven king,
Katar has requested to meet. He would like to give his apologies and wants to
swear allegiance.”

“It
might be a trap.”

Tanya
tensed next to him, her breathing and heart rate increased and she grabbed a
hold of his arm.

“I
realize that. I suggested neutral ground. I will attend alone. You stay with
the female.”

Although
evenly delivered, it felt too much like an order for his liking. Brant felt
everything in him tighten. His first reaction was to tell the other male to go
to hell, but he paused instead until he had a handle on his anger. “Fine.” He tried
to keep his voice neutral. “But take some of my males with you and keep me
updated.”

Zane’s
eyes narrowed, his jaw tensed. He nodded once. “I’ll prepare and leave within
the hour. I figure the sooner I get there, the less chance they have to prepare
an ambush.”

Tanya
gasped. “Do you have to go?” She took a step towards Zane, her hand still in
Brant’s.

Again
his eyes softened as they landed on the female. The bastard was in just as deep
as he was. It was at least some consolation. “I do, Ysnaar. To refuse such a
request would insult the elven species. It might cause the war to flare back
up.” Zane probably didn’t realize it but he had taken a small step towards
Tanya as he spoke.

It
took major willpower, but Brant released her hand. The moment he did, she
closed the space between them and Zane and put his hands in hers.

“I
will be gone for a few short hours. Back by nightfall,” Zane stated.

“Take
care of yourself.”

Zane
chuckled. “You are a major incentive to come back quickly and in one piece. I
will be back by nightfall. Make sure you are ready for me.”

****

Zane
had the sexiest voice and when it dropped as low as it was right now, it did
strange, wonderful things to her insides.

“I’ll
be ready.”

“When
I say ready, I mean naked and in my bed.”

Tanya
laughed. “What if you’re late?”

“I
won’t be.”

She
heard Brant shuffle behind her but then Zane leaned in and kissed her. Quick
but deep and so full of promise that it had her toes curling.

Zane
released her and looked back at Brant. “I’ll be in touch.” He touched at his
pocket which most likely housed his cell phone.

Brant
looked pissed. He swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing. He nodded, his jaw
locking.

She
watched Zane walk away. He barked orders to several of the vampire guard who
picked up pace beside him. Tanya felt her eyes prick but refused to cry. He
would be back soon and Stephany was safe. There was reason to celebrate. Her
lip wobbled so she bit down on it.

Brant
put an arm around her. “He’ll be fine.” She turned into his chest, burying her
face into his shirt. A tear managed to escape. She sniffed, fighting harder to
maintain control.

“I
hope you cried when I left too.” His arms banded around her as he spoke.

Tanya
laughed. “Like a little baby.”

“Good.”
He stroked her back. Tanya could hear that he was smiling.

She
laughed harder.

“Thank
you for behaving. It was nice to see the two of you working together.”

“It
was not easy, we are both too dominant as is our nature.”

“You
could be friends.”

He
chuckled. “Slow down a bit. We have to first get used to not being enemies.
Like I said, it will take time and I will try.”

“Thank
you.” She reached up and kissed him. He tensed up for a few beats before
returning the kiss. It was soft, sweet, and comforting rather than sexual.
Brant broke the kiss leaning his chin on her head. He hugged her tight.

“Can
we go back to my tower now?” His voice was a low growl that she’d come to
recognize as arousal.

“You
can’t tell me you want sex again so soon?”

“It
has been days, Cenwein.” His lids hooded.

“Okay
but…” She hesitated. How did she tell him to go easy because Zane would need
her later?

“You’re
thinking of him. He’s had you for three days. Had you for your heat. I will
take it slow.” His eyes had narrowed and she could tell that he wasn’t a happy
camper.

Tanya
shook her head. “Zane hasn’t touched me since you left.”

“Why
the fuck not?” He took a deep breath. She could tell that he was trying to calm
himself. “What game is he playing at anyway?”

“I
don’t know why. He hasn’t…” It was weird talking about this with Brant. “You
know, been with anyone else? I’ve been a bit worried.”  

Brant
cocked an eyebrow. “Oh no, you’re not going to use me as some kind of
bloodhound to keep tabs on him. You can ask him yourself.”

Brant
turned and walked in the direction that they had come from. She had to work to
keep up. “Wait, Brant. I’m sorry. It was wrong of me.”

“Damn
straight it was wrong.” He stopped dead and she walked into his back.

“It’s
just, I was talking to Charlotte earlier.”

His
brow creased in confusion.

“One
of the females in Zane’s coven, and she said that I wouldn’t be able to keep up
with two male vampires. She even offered her services.”

He
made a sound of frustration. “How many times do we need to tell you that we
don’t want another female? I know I can speak for Zane on this one. We only
want you. Neither of us will rut with another female. Yes we have a high sex
drive but we’re mature males. If you are not available for whatever reason, we
will deal. It might mean severe arm cramp but we’ll deal.”

She
choked out a laugh.

“You
don’t strike me as the type of female that would believe everything she hears.”
He folded his arms.

“Not
normally. I don’t know much about vampires though. She was really convincing.”

“I
don’t want to get into it with you, but as kings we’ve had our pick of the
females. We’ve had sex whenever we wanted and mostly with whomever we wanted.
Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like
what? Like you’re a male slut?” She couldn’t keep the smile from her lips.
Tanya realized that they had a past and had come to terms with it.

“Okay
fine. We were male sluts, but have since been reformed.”

Tanya
slipped her hands around his waist. “Let’s go back to the tower. You have to
promise not to tear my dress.”

“I
can’t promise that.”

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