Mated to the Vampire Kings (16 page)

When
he looked up, tears were streaming down Zane’s face. Yet, it didn’t look
strange in the least. Tanya was openly sobbing. His little human. Fuck his
heart filled with so much love that he didn’t think he would be able to contain
it.

His
son…their son continued to cry. “He’s perfect.” Were his choked words as he
placed the little one on his mate’s chest.

“Oh
my word…” Tanya hiccupped and sniffed as she looked down. “My little boy.” Her
eyes lifted to him. “He looks okay.”

“Brant…fucking
hell…Brant!” Becky shouted.

Zane
put his big hand over Tanya’s. “You did it,” he whispered. He still had tears
rolling down his bruised, bashed up cheeks. “Our son.” His words were filled
with awe.

Brant
wiped his face, trying to pull himself together. He picked up the phone. “Yeah?”

Becky
made a sound of relief. “Make sure he is skin to skin with Tanya.”

Zane
must have heard the request because he ripped Tanya’s shirt and helped to pull
it off of her.

“He
should be on his stomach with his head to the side. Is he moving?”

“Yeah…he
was stretching and kicking after he was born and he’s moving one of his arms
now. Is everything okay?”

“Everything
is fine.” Although she sounded calm, her questions still worried him. “Go to
the stash of medical supplies and get the oxygen. Open the valve, hold the
holes in the mask closed until the bag fills and then put the mask about two
inches away from the baby’s mouth.”

“Why?
What’s wrong?” Panic seized him. Just when he thought everything was going to
be okay.

“Nothing.
It’s just a precaution. By the sound of his earlier crying I would say he’s
going to be just fine.” He could hear that she was smiling.

“Are
you sure?” Was she keeping something from him?

“Yes.
I’m about ten minutes away. Keep an eye out for a change in his coloring…if his
lips or the tips of his fingers become blue tinged, let me know.”

“You’re
freaking me out.”

“I’m
doing my job, Brant. I know it all seems intimidating but trust me when I say that
it’s just precautionary. A premature baby does not cry like your son just did.”

“My
son…” Brant whispered. He clenched his teeth.

“Oh
my god,” Tanya whispered.

Zane
gave a grunt. There was a wide grin on his face.

“He’s
nursing.”

“That’s
great.” Becky sounded relieved. “It’s a really good sign…I can’t believe Tanya.”
Becky was openly laughing. “Your mate doesn’t do things in half measures does
she?”

“No
she doesn’t.” Pride warmed him and filled him.

“She
couldn’t just give birth like the rest of the world. Oh no.” The healer was
still laughing. She sounded like she pulled herself together. “You did an
amazing job…” Then the phone went dead. He was going to erect a cell phone
tower close to the cabin…so fucking help him.

Brant
jumped up to go and fetch the small tank of oxygen. Doing as Becky had said, he
watched as the bag inflated before putting the mask in the vicinity of their
son’s face.

Tanya
was crying again softly. “I can’t believe it. He’s so perfect.” Zane must have
pulled a blanket over her and the baby. His female’s finger was clasped between
the little one’s chubby fingers. His skin was a healthy pink and he made
suckling noises as he drank from her breast. His tiny eyes were wide open...It
suddenly hit him. The shape of the baby’s eyes, even the little one’s nose. He
glanced at Zane, seeing the same dark eyes staring back at him. The baby was
Zane’s.

Brant
sucked in a deep breath, waiting for pain and possessiveness…for anger to rise
up in him. He’d dreaded this. Had prayed for the child to be his.
Him.
Prayed
. On his fucking knees. Something did happen but it was not what he
had expected. A clench, deep inside him. It didn’t matter. The baby was just as
much his. It was theirs and they were going to be just fucking fine. Brant
smiled before looking down at his mate. “I love you.” He kissed her lips, which
had mostly healed. Next, he kissed his son on the top of his head. So soft, so
perfect. The light sprinkling of hair tickled his lips.

“Thank
you,” Tanya murmured. “Thank you both. I couldn’t have done it without the two
of you.”

“Anytime,
sweetness.” Zane kissed Tanya in much the same way that Brant had done. His big
hand still enveloped the tiny infant. Their son. Fuck if his heart didn’t leap
in his chest. “In fact…I look forward to doing it again…maybe with less drama
next time.”

Tanya
made a pained noise. “No way. Don’t even talk about a next time. I might never
let you near me with that thing again. That goes for both of you.” She was
giggling as she spoke.

“Oh
you will, sweetness…you will.” Zane chuckled and Brant couldn’t help but to
join in.

His
phone rang.

“Everything
is fine. The baby is doing great.” Brant said. He was grinning like an idiot
but didn’t give two continentals.

“You
need to cut the cord. Go to the medical supplies and fetch the first aid kit.
Inside the bag, you will find a pair of sharp scissors and two clamps…”

“I’m
on it.” Brant smiled at his mate and walked across the room. “I should be there
by the time Tanya’s contractions start up again.”

He
almost stumbled. “Why would that happen?”

“Relax,
Brant, Tanya still needs to pass the placenta. It is perfectly normal and
although a bit irritating, it’s not nearly as painful.”

Thank
fuck. He pulled in a lungful of air. There was the sound of sweet, little
hiccups. Tanya laughed softly and Zane gave a chuckle.

“He
looks just like Brant when he does that,” Zane said. Brant could hear that he
meant it.

“He’s
so perfect and handsome, just like his daddies,” his mate whispered.

Smiling,
Brant grabbed the supplies and headed back to the bed.

It
had been two crazy weeks filled to the brim with diapers, baby clothes and
sleepless nights. Tanya had never been happier.

She
didn’t know what had possessed them to put the nursery in a separate room. Although
right next door, you had to leave the suite to access it. There was no way that
any of them was letting little Sam out of their sight.

Sam.

Named
after her little brother that had died too soon, so many years ago. It was
something she’d thought about during her pregnancy but didn’t feel that her mates
would go for. She was wrong. The named suited their little boy. Dark hair and
dark eyes, the little one was already so much like his father’s in so many
ways. He could be demanding as hell and had a little temper. There was a light
inside of him, a softer side of him as well that reminded her of her late
brother too.

Sam
slept in their bedroom which they converted, their bed was currently in the
middle of the living area. At least they were right there if he needed
anything.

Tanya
felt her heart swell with untold love and joy as she looked down at her son
nursing at her breast. Two weeks and he was already bigger and stronger. It was
hard work, getting up all hours of the night wasn’t easy but it was worth it.
Her mates helped out more than their fair share, doting over the baby at every
turn.

It
turned out that Zane was with a vampire female when she had called him that
day. The female was indeed Alexandra. Only there was nothing sexual about the
encounter. The female had accosted Zane and made a comment that had sparked his
attention. Something about her efforts being worth it. Her mate had
interrogated Alexandra, which was what he was doing when Tanya had called.

The
idiot vampire had been the cause of the whole uproar. Alexandra had spread
rumors to the general female populous that the kings were going to evoke the
lore. That any who wanted in on the action should head to the castle and make
it known that they were eligible and interested.

Alexandra
had been left in the dungeon for the better part of a week and would still be
there if Tanya hadn’t requested that Zane let her out. There was a part of her
that wanted to see the idiot woman rot but that wouldn’t be right. Quite
frankly, Alexandra was a non entity in her life. The animosity she had harbored
was gone and only pity remained.

There
was a soft popping noise as her son let go of her breast. He made a contented
sigh as he drifted deeper to sleep.

Then
Zane was leaning over her. “Let me take him to bed, Ysnaar.” He held out his
hands.

“No
way.” Tanya hadn’t realized that a whisper could sound so menacing. “It’s my
turn to put him down,” Brant growled.

“No
fucking way,” Zane whispered back. “I’m here already…I’m doing it—”

“Touch
that baby and I’ll tear your arm off.”

Tanya
had to roll her eyes. “Please stop. You’re going to wake him up. I was hoping
for a nap.” She yawned to emphasize the fact.

Brant’s
eyes softened. “Fine.” He grumbled, glancing Zane’s direction. “It’s my turn
next.”

Zane
nodded as he lifted Sam. The baby always looked so tiny in their big arms.
Safely in the crook of his arm, Zane disappeared into the next room. Minutes
later, he closed the door behind him and returned with the baby monitor.

“Just
leave the door open a crack. Don’t worry about that.” She gestured to the
device in his hand.

Zane
shook his head. “The little one needs his sleep and you need something else
entirely.”

Oh.
My.

His
eyes heated as they tracked her body. Just like that, everything in her tightened.

“I
do?” Her voice sounded a little breathy.

“Yeah,
you do.” Brant’s eyes were so dark. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. She’d been too
busy with the baby earlier to notice. How had she not noticed his thick biceps,
broad shoulders and abs that could put most vampire males to shame?

“Um.”
She chewed on her lower lip, feeling a little self conscious. Although she had
healed up within hours of giving birth and was physically fine, she still
didn’t feel comfortable in her own skin yet.

Truth
be told, she still had a few fat rolls. Her belly was not as distended as the
books had warned and she didn’t have any stretch marks. This was a freaking
miracle considering how big she had been. She suspected that it was another
positive to being mated to two vampires. Her being stronger with extra
abilities…like advanced healing…had done the trick.

Still,
she wasn’t herself. Her breasts were gi-freaking-normous. Becky teased her
about it. Her friend told her that she could feed a whole army of babies with
those suckers. Even though she had a rack on her, Tanya was sure she was just
jealous
dammit
.

Two
weeks and they hadn’t had sex, not even once. She hadn’t even thought about
sex…which was weird.

Right
now…she swallowed hard…an image of the three of them tangled up in the sheets
hit her. Heat flooded her system.

Zane
gave a feral grin as he hooked his thumbs into his jean pockets. His grey shirt
pulled tight around his chest, and arms…everywhere. “It’s time, sweetness.” His
jaw tightened as his nostrils flared.

She
ran a hand down her crumpled pajamas. There was spit up on the one shoulder.
Tanya pulled a hand through her hair. It was a ratty bird’s nest. Had she even
showered this morning? Yes…no…maybe. Her chest was rising and falling in quick
succession.

“Stop,”
Zane growled.

“Stop
what?” She raised her eyebrows, trying to look innocent.

“Stop
overanalyzing this, Cenwein. We want you.” Brant took a step towards her.

“We
want you bad.” Zane narrowed his dark eyes on her.

Tanya
swallowed hard.

“Don’t
worry about what you are wearing because it’s coming off anyway.” Brant gave
her the once over…his gaze moving slowly over each of her curves which were a
little too abundant at the moment.

“And
don’t worry about your hair, sweetness…we plan on leaving it heavily
tussled…you might need to brush it for hours to get the knots out.” His voice
was deep. It did obscene things to her. “Get onto the bed,” Zane commanded.

“Know
that we want you. That we are more attracted to you now than ever before and
that’s one hell of a damned lot.” Brant took another step towards her. He
licked his lips. “Take off your clothes.”

Heat
suffused her cheeks. What if they didn’t like what they saw?

They
both took another step towards her. Their intense gazes firmly on her. Their
nostrils were flared, their muscles bunched. They looked hungry, like they were
stalking prey. Their sole focus on her.

Her
heart rate picked up.

Her
clit throbbed and her heavy breasts ached. They wanted her. Their raw need was
evoking this response from her. Taking a deep breath, she went to the buttons
on her pajama top, undoing each one.

Their
breathing picked up. Zane made a little grunting noise as she reached the last
button. You would swear she was doing a striptease. That she was the most
beautiful woman…female… in the world.

To
them she was. It was a heady feeling. She slowly slipped the garment from her
shoulders feeling the fabric slide against her nipples.

“Fuck
me,” Zane groaned

“We’re
damned lucky.” Brant said, his eyes still on hers. His gaze dropped to her breasts
and a deep frown appeared on his forehead. His eyes started glowing making him
look even more handsome.

“Now
the pants,” a husky growl. Zane swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed as his
throat worked.

Tanya
leaned down, pushing the pajama bottoms over her thighs and stepping out of
them. She stood tall, thrusting out the twins.

Zane
made a pained noise. Brant had clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “On
the bed, Cenwein.”

“Now.”
Zane sounded angry. “Open your legs. I need to taste your sweet pussy.”

It
was Brant’s turn to groan in anguish. “Can’t fucking wait.”

Taking
her lip between her teeth, she moved over to the bed and laid down. She moved
to the middle of the bed and opened her legs.

“Wide,
sweetness.” Zane growled as he pulled off his pants, yanking his shirt off with
a tear. Shredded material fell to his feet as he walked towards her. He
positioned himself between her legs, his shoulders forced them wider as he
leaned in. His hot tongue laved over her tight bundle of nerves.

“Oh
god!” She groaned. She wasn’t going to last very long.

“Like
that?” His lips moved over her heated flesh and he licked again.

Her
back bowed and she made a whimpering noise. “Yes,” she hissed.

Brant
leaned over her. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled. “I want to touch
you.” His eyes were on her breasts.

Tanya
moaned as Zane began to lave her clit in earnest. She finally managed to nod as
her back came off the bed. Her skin was overly tight. Her clit throbbed. She
knew she was wet…ridiculously so.

“Where
to fucking start…” Brant growled. His mouth lowered.

Zane
slowed his assault on her, using just the very tip of his tongue in slow,
butterfly soft touches.

Brant
kissed his way up the underside of her breast, closing his mouth over her nipple
where he gave a little nip.

Her
womb clenched. Her channel ached, needing to be filled. “Oh. Yes,” she moaned.
Brant suckled on her other breast.

By
now she was writhing and sweating. Needing so badly to come but Zane wasn’t
letting her. His soft touches kept her very much on the brink but it wasn’t
enough to send her on a freefall.

She
moaned in frustration, just as Brant pulled back while cupping her breasts with
both his hands. They were so sensitive that she had been worried that she
wouldn’t enjoy having them touched and fondled. It felt amazing though. She
arched into his hands.

“Do
you want more, sweetness?” Zane gave a soft tug on her clit and her head fell
back. So very nearly there.

“Yes,”
she groaned the word. “Please.” She wasn’t beyond begging if she had to.

Brant
gave her breasts another squeeze before raking a thumb over her nipples.

“Ahhhh…please.”
Her voice was so husky that she barely recognized herself.

When
she looked up, she saw her two boys exchange a look. If she wasn’t wet before,
she would be soaked now. The look was heated.

“I
want inside of you, sweetness. Would you like my cock there?” Zane’s finger
brushed up against her sex, just the tip of one of his fingers breached her. It
felt so good.

“Yes…I
do.”

“
I
want my cock so deep inside that you won’t be able to tell where I start and
you begin.” Brant growled sounding angry.

Shit!
Were they going to start fighting?
Please no
. Things had been great.
They were still both dominant alphas but a much lighter atmosphere existed. A real
friendship and camaraderie had grown from the birth of their son. It was like
little Sam was the catalyst they had needed to pull them together. She didn’t
want to see it end now.

“Do
you want me inside, Cenwein? Deep inside?” Brant growled.

She
nodded.

“Do
you want me here?” The tip of Brant’s finger breached her rear opening, causing
her to cry out. That was unexpected.

Zane
chuckled.

Brant
pushed his finger a little deeper into her back end and her eyes drifted shut.
She grit her teeth against the assault.

“You
didn’t answer me, Cenwein. Do you want me to take you here?” He withdrew his
finger before carefully pushing it back in. At the same time, Zane pushed the
finger that was still at her pussy deep inside her. She gasped. It felt too
damned good

“Would
you like us to take you at the same time?” Zane’s eyes were glowing.

Tanya
didn’t trust her voice. She couldn’t believe this was really happening.
Finally.
She nodded.

“We’ll
take it slow and easy…” Brant dropped a kiss on her temple.

“This
time we will…” Zane growled. “Enough with the talking. It’s time you were
screaming.”

“The
baby…”

Zane
glanced in the direction of the monitor. “Sam is just fine.” Zane sucked on her
clit and fucked her a few times with his finger. Brant left his finger inside
her ass. It almost had her coming.

Then
Brant was positioning her on her side. His pants were gone and something
glinted on the length of his thick cock. Lube, she realized with a start. He
really was going to take her there.

Excitement
coursed through her veins. She’d thought she might be a little nervous but she
found she couldn’t wait. Was so turned on that she was panting.