Part 2: Torn Desires (Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance)

Torn Desires

Chosen by the Vampire Kings

Part 2

By

Charlene Hartnady

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Copyright ©September2014, Charlene
Hartnady

Cover Art by Melody Simmons

Copy Edited by Kimberly Reichmann

Produced in South Africa

Published by Charlene Hartnady

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Johannesburg, South Africa, 2176

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Torn Desires is a work of fiction and
characters, events and dialogue found within are of the author’s imagination
and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or
persons, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

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Part 2

Chapter 7

The
female wasn’t much to look at but her scent still intrigued him, as it had from
the first time he had seen her. It was carried to him on the early morning
breeze. Ripe berries mingled with the fresh scents of nature that surrounded
her. Pine needles, sunshine and succulent female. Surely he had never scented
anything as good.

Zane
recalled how much she had affected him on the day of the choosing. How her
hands had become little fists. How angry she had looked when she had tried to
save his chosen female. How with her high emotion, her scent had blossomed into
something much more intoxicating. His cock had twitched then just as it did now.

She
sat on a bench on his front porch, the one that overlooked the lake. A small
overnight bag at her side. The female wore jeans and a sweater. Why she had
chosen to cover herself from neck to ankle was beyond him. They didn’t have
much time before he was expected to deliver her back to Brant.

Zane
sighed. He wasn’t sure how to proceed, had never had to court a female before.
They had always just been there, willing. Most pursued him. Somehow he doubted
she would be like any vampire female he had ever encountered.

It
was long overdue to find out though. Zane moved from the cover of the trees and
strode towards his cabin. The female’s eyes widened as soon as she spotted him.
She stood, her hands closing around herself as a form of…protection. Her scent
changed. The bitter smell of fear permeated.

She
was right to fear him. Many had died at his hands. He proceeded, hoping she was
stronger than what she looked.

He
stopped in the space directly in front of her. Her large, hazel eyes widened
even further reminding him of a timid deer. Her chest heaved. The bitter scent
becoming so intense that he could taste it on his tongue, and he had to fight
not to grimace.

He
wanted to tell her that she was safe but knew the words would be a lie, so he clenched
his jaw instead. A tiny whimper left her throat which brought his attention to
the area. Two tiny red holes had blood rushing to his ears.

Brant
had drunk from her. Possessiveness like nothing he had ever felt before took a
hold of him. Now that he was up close, he could also smell the other vampire’s
scent on her. They had rutted recently. The feeling of possessiveness increased.
It was an unusual feeling. Not one he had felt before. He didn’t like it. The
need to mark her with his own scent almost overpowered him. He leaned in to
sniff at her throat so that he could hone in on her own unique scent. He needed
a second to ground himself.

The
female whimpered, “Please don’t hurt me.”

Zane
ignored her plea and instead he shoved his leg between her thighs, pushing
himself against her. Her breasts were generous, soft mounds that flattened
against him. He put a hand under her top, flattening his fingers against her
belly. She had warm, satiny skin.

“Please.”
The scent of fear went up another notch. Her chest no longer heaved which meant
she was holding her breath.

“Be
still. I don’t plan on harming you. I only wish to explore what is mine.”

A
shuddering breath. “I thought I could choose. I’m not yours.”

“For
the next twenty four hours you are under my roof. I can do with you as I please
and touching you pleases me.”

Her
eyes hardened. “Brant was a complete gentleman. He allowed things to progress
at a pace that I was comfortable with.”

“Then
Brant was a fool.” Zane slid his hand up her smooth stomach wrapping his
fingers around her breast.

She
made a sound of protest, which he ignored. Zane squeezed lightly watching as
her pupils dilated before him. He growled in approval at the soft flesh beneath
his palm. Her nipple hardened beneath his caress. The heady aroma of her
arousal had his dick hardening between them.

“Take
off your clothes.”

She
gasped and shook her head.

“You
might say no, but your body says yes.” He used his free hand to clasp her jean
covered mound. “If I were to dip my finger inside you, I would find you wet and
ready.”

“Please,
I don’t want to die.”

Zane
had to work to keep his hold on her relaxed. “What kind of bullshit have they
been feeding you?”

“Did
you kill that girl?”

“I
am a ruthless killer and in answer to your question, yes I did but not in the
way you think.”

Her
eyes threw daggers at him. Zane found that he didn’t like how readily she
believed the worst of him. Especially when he shouldn’t give a shit either way.
He reminded himself that he needed her. Make that, his coven needed her. “Come
inside I’ll show you around.”

Her
shoulders slumped in relief as he moved away from her. Females had always
clambered for his attention. Had been honored when chosen to warm his bed. They
had always enjoyed his touch. This was all new. In short, he didn’t like it.
Not one bit.

It
was important that they test their compatibility before continuing on this
path. To rut with her in various positions. To test their fit. The urge to take
her hit him hard. Somehow, he found the strength to ignore it.

“I’m
afraid it’s not the mansion you’ve grown accustomed to, and unlike Brant I
don’t have a servant at every turn waiting to wipe my ass.”

“Hey,”
her eyes narrowed as she spoke. “It’s not very nice to talk badly about someone
when they’re not even here to defend themselves.”

He
fought a smile as he walked ahead of her, holding the door open so that she
could enter first. He tried to view the cabin as she would. It was spacious
with large windows and a high ceiling. The views of the lake and surrounding
forest were spectacular. Otherwise there was nothing opulent about it. Sparsely
furnished with a large rug in front of the fireplace. One sofa, a small table
and chairs. The upstairs loft housed his king-sized bed. The only modern
touches were in his kitchen. He liked it just fine. He came here as often as
his vast responsibilities would allow. Sometimes he wished he could run away
from it all. Being a king had its major privileges, but they always came at a
price. Lately he was beginning to think that the price might be a little too
steep.

“Which
is my room?”

This
time, he couldn’t stop a smile from forming. The little human wouldn’t like his
answer one bit.  Zane bound up the steep stairs to the loft, dropping her bag
on his bed. “Two choices. On the left or”—he let his hands slide down his chest—“right
here on top of me.”

Her
mouth gaped for a half a second before she snapped it shut. “Is that the bed
where you killed the girl?” Her eyes welled with tears.

Zane
couldn’t help it when his hands curled into fists and white hot rage filled
him. He leapt from the top of the stairs, landing in a crouch in front of her.

****

Tanya
watched as the impossibly big man leapt from the loft landing in a predatory
stance just a few feet in front of her. His muscled body was coiled as if to
strike. A feral gleam in his eyes.

Her
aunty had always told her that her sassy mouth would get her in trouble one
day. By the look of Zane, she found herself wondering if that day had come.

The
vampire pulled himself to his full height. Tanya craned her neck to maintain
eye contact. If she was to die, she would maintain dignity doing it.

“I
made a mistake with that female,” he growled.

Anger
burned holes in her gut. “A mistake.” So mad she couldn’t think straight
anymore. “Is that what you call it? What? You mistakenly tore her throat out?
Or maybe you mistakenly snapped her fragile body like a twig? Mistake? Really?”
She closed the small distance between them. It was over for her anyway so she
may as well let him have a piece of her mind before he killed her. “Are you at
least sorry you did it?”

Tanya
must have completely lost what was left of her anger riddled brain because
before she knew it she was beating her fists against his chest. The action
probably hurt her more than it did him, but she couldn’t seem to stop.

Zane
took hold of her wrists so she kicked him in the shin. Pain vibrated up her leg.

“Stop.”
His voice was low, evenly delivered, for some strange reason it calmed her.
“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Tanya
sniffed and realized that she was crying. His eyes had softened. Zane released her
wrist and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a hot tear as it tracked down
her cheek.

“The
only mistake I made was to give her space…time to come to terms with her
situation. I left her with the females—”

Zane
shoved her hard and she crashed into the wooden floor. Her shoulder took most
of the impact. Tanya kept her eyes firmly locked on Zane as she fell, fully
expecting him to come at her. An arrow lodged into his shoulder.

She
blinked hard. Sure enough, an arrow complete with feathered end jutted from his
flesh. Zane dropped down next to her. There was a cracking sound and a grunt as
Zane broke off the end of the arrow.

“Stay
down.”

She
knew from experience that vampires could be fast, but the way Zane moved was
insane. A smudge of lightening flew across the room and out the door. Almost
too quick for her mind to register. Tanya crawled behind the safety of the
sofa. Once there, she was too afraid to breathe let alone move.

From
outside she made out a man’s scream, a grunt and a meaty thud. Zane was out
there fighting for his life. Make that for both their lives. It was clear that
whoever had shot that arrow had meant to kill her, so it wasn’t Brant. She sure
as nuts didn’t want to be here with Zane, but whoever was out there didn’t harbor
any good intentions towards her. That was clear. So she could only pray that
Zane managed to fight them off. She scrunched her eyes shut for a few seconds
trying to ward off the panic. Why the hell would someone want her dead? Another
scream punctured the cabin. She couldn’t tell if it had been Zane or another
man making the god awful noise. Tanya clasped a hand over her mouth to smother
a scream. If they managed to kill Zane then she was next, of that she was
certain.

“What
have we here?”

She
yelped in surprise as she snapped her head in the direction of the voice. The
man that stood in front of her was freaking huge, almost as big as the vampires.
He wore a pastel blue robe complete with silk sash and pixie boots.

Who
the hell in their right mind wears pixie boots?

Maybe
he was wearing a costume. He smiled revealing a single row of sharp teeth. Not
human. Okay so maybe he wasn’t wearing a costume after all.

“It’s
a little rabbit.” His thin eyebrows arched, his golden hair fell in a sheet
across half his broad back.

He
advanced.

Tanya
knew she should be petrified but there was no time for such luxuries. She
whimpered and made a show of pulling herself into a tight ball. Pixie boy was
so arrogant that he kept advancing. He strode up to her and bent to pick her
up. Using her position to her advantage, she kicked out nailing him with both
her boots straight in the face. There was a crunching sound and he was knocked
back. The bastard managed to stay on his feet though. She leapt up while he
righted himself.

Using
the back of his hand, he rubbed away the blood that dripped from both nostrils.
He looked at his bloodied hand with a shocked expression. “I’m to take you in
dead or alive. Which is it to be little rabbit?”

“Screw
you.”

He
chuckled and regardless of the satin robe and cute pixie shoes, shivers ran up
her spine. He lunged at her. Somehow she managed to twist away just in time.
Tanya sprinted for the kitchen, more precisely, she made for the big butcher’s
block where she’d spied a set of steak knives when she’d first come in.

Pixie
boy grabbed hold of her waist as she reached the block, he yanked her back.
Tanya kicked down hard on his foot and elbowed him using every ounce of
strength she had. Air was forced out of his lungs and he released his hold
enough for her to pull away.  Ignoring the butcher knives, she grabbed one of
the smaller blades instead and turned to face him.

His
eyes were stern. His mouth a thin white line.

“I
will use this.” Tanya waved the knife praying that she would have enough guts
to do as she threatened.

“I’m
losing patience. Surrender or die.”

His
hard eyes told her that he meant every word. She widened her stance and gripped
the knife with both hands.

Big
arms banded pixie-boy’s neck, followed by a sickening crunch. He dropped, eyes
open, mouth gaping. Tanya was certain by the vacant look in his eyes that he
was dead. She shuddered. Tanya had never seen a dead person before.

Zane’s
chest heaved, he was covered in blood and gore. He rocked for a second or two
before falling to one knee. “I think you had him, Ysnaar.”