#6 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 6: New Moon) (9 page)

They
shook hands with Katar as was customary. Zane could see that Brant was lost in
thought, not really paying attention as the old king got into the waiting
vehicle. They watched in silence as the string of luxury cars pulled away and
disappeared down the drive in a cloud of dust.

“What
the fuck just happened?” Brant’s eyebrows were knit in confusion.

“I
think our female just defied us and spoke to Katar behind our back.”

Brant
grinned. “The little minx.”

Zane
grinned back. “I think we need to have a little talk with her.”

Brant
snorted and shook his head. “We need to have a long talk with her. Since she is
fully healthy, I will put her over my knee and spank her.”

“Now
that is something I would like to see. The good news is that the doctor will be
here this afternoon as a precaution even though we already know that the news
should be good.”

Brant
growled low. “Thank God our female is better. I hated seeing her bed ridden like
that.”

“You
and I need to come to an understanding of sorts.” Zane locked eyes with the
other male.

Brant
raised his eyebrows. “I’m not conceding.”

“I
don’t expect you to.”

Brant’s
eyes narrowed. “Are you conceding?”

“No,
I’m not fucking conceding.” He took a deep breath. “I have a better idea.”

Brant
eyed him wearily. “Let’s go somewhere more private to discuss this further.”

Zane
nodded once, suddenly feeling nervous in the pit of his stomach.

Doctor
Pollard removed the tight band from around her arm. “Your blood pressure is
normal. That’s the last of the tests I needed to perform. All is looking good
at this stage Miss Milan.”

Tanya
breathed out in a huff. She hadn’t even realized that she’d been holding it in.

“Now
for the monitor to check the baby’s heartbeat. He placed a device on the skin
on her stomach. Almost immediately, a strong thumping noise reverberated around
the room. Her mouth was pulled into an immediate smile.

“Excellent.
I have to say, Miss Milan, you are a very lucky lady indeed. This baby is nothing
short of a miracle.” He fiddled with the stethoscope at his chest. “I’m happy
to report that you’re going to be just fine. I still want you to make an
appointment with an obstetrician for the coming week though.”

Physically
fine, maybe
.

It
really bugged her that Zane and Brant weren’t here. She hadn’t seen either of
them the whole day. Then again, maybe it was for the best. She’d received a
clean bill of health. Both her and the baby were doing great. It was time to
leave. Zane and Brant would only complicate things. It still stung though. They
might not be together, but the males were still fathers to the baby. She let
out a sigh, trying to smile back at the doctor while he packed up his things
and said his goodbyes.

Tanya
had already asked Xavier to drive her to Becky’s place as soon as she could get
herself ready. She’d never actually unpacked, so it wouldn’t take long. After a
nice hot shower, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She brushed her
still wet hair and then put the brush into her bag. With a last look around the
room, she opened the door and walked straight into Zane’s broad chest.

“Great,
Cenwein, we’re so glad you packed.” Brant stepped in next to Zane. The two males
side by side took up the whole hall.

“Yeah,
um Xavier agreed…” she stammered.

“No
need for Xavier,” Zane’s voice rumbled. “We’re perfectly capable of helping you
move out.” Brant and Zane exchanged a knowing look.

“Yes,
we are.” Brant took the bag from her hand. They ushered her between them and
she took up step with them.

As
much as their acceptance of the situation was the right thing, it still hurt
like a bitch. She’d kind of hoped that they would try and talk her into
staying. Somewhere deep inside she’d actually prayed that they’d be able to
convince her. Both males could be persuasive. Only that wasn’t happening. They
were actually going to see her back to Sweetwater.

It
didn’t take long for the anger to hit.

Bastards.

Tanya
dug in her heels and the males moved ahead of her before turning to face her.
“Where were the two of you?” She folded her arms across her chest. “Do you care
so little about my wellbeing that you completely ignored my appointment with
the doctor?” She made a sound of disgust. “Forget about me. Do you care so
little about your unborn child? You should have taken the time. I know you’re
all busy running the covens and doing whatever the hell it is that kings do,
but you should have”—she shook her head, putting her hands on her hips—“made
the freaking time.”

“Are
you done?” Zane raised his brows.

“What
do you mean? I have every right to be upset.” She stomped her foot.

“No,
you don’t.” Brant took a small step towards her. “We could scent that all was
well with the baby and could hear his strong heartbeat. We knew you were well.
I’m sorry, Cenwein. The doctor was merely a formality.” His eyes moved across
her face and a look of tenderness crossed his. “We sometimes forget that you
are human. That you don’t have our enhanced senses. We would have reassured you
if we had known that you were worried.”

Zane
stepped in closer. “Besides, we met with the doctor. Had a long chat with the
male just to be sure.”

She
felt her eyes narrow at them. “Oh, did you now?”

Zane
nodded and a predatory gleam flared in his dark eyes. “He gave you a clean bill
of health.”

“Yup.
It’s why I’m out of that blasted bed and—”

“No,
sweetness…you misunderstand. He gave you a clean bill of health to stay in bed,
only you won’t be alone this time.”

She
felt her brow knit. “How many times do I need to say the same thing?” Her heart
gave a little happy leap. The traitorous organ proceeded to beat a little faster.
Dammit
, she loved hearing him say those words. It didn’t change anything
though. “This won’t work for reasons you already spelled out in meticulous
detail right before you nearly killed each other.”

“This
isn’t the place to discuss such matters,” Zane said.

“There
is nothing to discuss,” she reached for her bag.

“Would
you like to do the honors?” Brant glanced Zane’s way.

“I
would love to,” Zane growled. He reached for her almost quicker than her eyes
could track. One minute she was standing and the next she was up against Zane’s
solid chest, his brawny arms surrounding her. She squirmed in his embrace. “Put
me down.” But Zane was already moving at a pace that scared her. She circled
her arms around him and dug her fingers into his flesh. They were going up the
winding stairs of the North Tower.
Why the North Tower?
She knew that neither
of them stayed in this part of the castle.

Before
she knew it, they entered a room and Zane deposited her onto a bed. A wide, extra
big, extra-large expanse of a bed. It was a double king size bed to be exact.

Her
heart raced.

Her
cheeks heated.

Glancing
up, she caught the scorching gazes of both Zane and Brant. The large males
stood side by side. Zane folded his arms across his massive chest. Brant raised
his brows.

“What’s
going on?” It came out a little stuttered, which pretty much summed up how she
felt inside. If they thought that they could buy a new bed —even if it was ultra-accommodating
and so very soft—and think that she would fall right into it with them…they had
another thing coming.

“The
doctor gave you the all clear. We are ready to mate you now,” Zane rumbled.

“In
a few minutes the new moon will be upon us.” Brant threw her a half smile that
could melt the heart and panties off even the most seasoned spinster.

“Hang
on just a minute…” She slid off the bed and onto shaky legs. “Has one of you
conceded? What happened to the whole we’re both too dominant thing?”

The
males exchanged knowing glances that made her want to stomp on their feet. It
was the knowledge that they wouldn’t feel it even if she did that stopped her.

“Yeah,
Cenwein, we concede.” Brant winked which irritated her. There was no way in
hell that either of these two had actually conceded.
No. Freaking. Way.

“Which
one of you?” It was her turn to fold her arms across her chest. She was sure to
tilt her chin in such a way that she knew they would see that she meant
business.

“Both
of us.” Zane smiled looking every bit the predator he was.

Tanya
shook her head, sure that she hadn’t heard him properly. “What…? You can’t both
concede it defeats the whole purpose.”

“We
can and we have,” Brant chimed in.

Sucking
in a deep breath, she prepared to argue how stupid that was.

“We
both concede. We concede to
you,
Ysnaar.” Zane’s voice had lowered to a
deep rumble.

“Me?”
She blinked a couple of times trying to make sense of what they were saying.

“Yeah,
you. Now about that spanking.” Brant grinned at her.

“What
spanking?” she asked, her voice a little shaky. Unfortunately, the idea excited
her.

“You
went behind our backs and spoke with Katar. That deserves a spanking.” Brant’s
eyes turned feral.

Before
she could respond, Zane piped in. “About the terms of winning our little bet.” He
lifted his eyebrows, focussing all of his attention on her.

“Wait
a minute.” Tanya pointed at Zane when he took a step towards her. He took
another step. “Stop!”

He
grit his teeth but didn’t advance any further. “The doctor gave the all clear
and we will be careful. We have been told to take it slow, easy. Brant and I
will take turns fucking you so slowly…with exquisite care. You are going to beg
for release.” He licked his lips as his eyes slid over every inch of her body.
She had to work hard to keep from trembling. A raging need unfurled inside her
with a speed that scared her.

Her
pussy flooded with moisture. Her clit throbbed wanting some of that slow
exquisite attention. Lord help her, but she had to bite down on her lip for a
few seconds to stop herself from screaming,
Yes
!

After
clearing her throat, she finally felt like she had gained sufficient control to
be able to talk. “No,” a breathless whisper. “That wouldn’t be a good idea.
Conceding to me won’t help. One of these days you’ll push me to the side and
kill each other anyway. How the hell will I stop you? I’m just a puny freaking
human.”

“You’re
our
puny human. We love you, Cenwein.” Brant’s eyes were filled with
such tenderness as he spoke. He closed the distance between them, taking her
hand in his. She was too dumbstruck to stop him. “It means that you have us
firmly wrapped around your little pinkie finger.”

Zane
took her other hand. “You may be a bit puny, but you’re also the strongest
female we know. We love you, that’s why we are able to concede everything to
you.”

“If
Zane and I are ever at a deadlock, you will have the final vote. No need for
any death battles. Look at how you handled Katar.”

Could
it work?
“I don’t know. Katar was different.”

They
both squeezed her hands. “You are right, Katar was different. You don’t have a
hold over the male like you do over us, yet you managed just fine. Please.”
Brant’s eyes flitted across her face staying on her mouth for the longest time
before moving back to her eyes. “You love us.” He bobbed his eyes up and down.

“You
went behind my back. How do you think it made me feel when the two of you were
ready to kill each other? Knowing that I might lose one of you.” She bit her
lip trying to stop it from quivering.

“We
were wrong. It won’t happen again.” Brant’s gaze was unwavering.

“When
you were in the hospital”—Zane cleared his throat and swallowed hard—“fighting
for your life, we realized how you must have felt at the thought of losing one
of us. It made us see things differently. It made us realize that we would do
anything to make you happy...do anything for you, sweetness. We agreed then and
there that we would find a way to make this work. To stop acting like colossal
idiots.”

“Although,
he was the bigger idiot.”  Brant gestured towards Zane while grinning broadly.

“Bigger
everything.” Zane glanced down at the noticeable bulge in his pants. He bobbed
his eyebrows at Tanya and grinned, a feral gleam in his dark eyes.

Tanya
laughed. “I don’t know…I need to be able to trust you.”

Brant’s
expression changed. “I do still need to come clean about one last thing.”

The
air seized in her lungs.

He
ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Zane for a few beats before locking
his eyes with hers. “You were Zane’s first choice at the choosing ceremony. He
decided to choose another because he could sense that I was going to choose you
as well.”

“You
chose me? Really?”

“Don’t
sound so surprised.” Zane’s eyes darkened up a whole lot more.

Tanya
fiddled with the fabric on her t-shirt. “It’s just…there were some really
gorgeous girls there and well…”

“No
comparison, Tanya.” The way he said her name sent shivers rushing up and down
her spine. “None of them came even close to you. Let’s get something straight,
I chose
you
but I didn’t want to cause a war between the covens.”

“Zane
did the honorable thing. I would’ve fought for you even if it meant war and
untold bloodshed. The same thing happened to our fathers. It was the reason for
the original Great War between the species. Our fathers chose the same female,”
Brant paused. “My mother. They fought for her and my father won. If the same
thing had happened again, we would’ve been easy pickings for the other species.
Thankfully one of us had the best interest of our people in mind. I never did
thank you, and it’s long overdue. You did the right thing more than once while
I acted like a jerk.” Brant looked at Zane, he hooked his thumbs into his jeans
pockets.

Zane
cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah…no problem. A
female like Tanya will do strange things to a male’s mind.”

Her
heart melted big time.

“Things
have changed since that fateful day. We had to work together to try and win you
back. We’re…almost friends.” Zane’s eyes twinkled and his lips twitched.