The Chosen Series Box Set: Books 1 - 3

by Charlene Hartnady

  “Write a god damned love song. We’re here to discuss her safety or there will be no heirs for either of us.”

  Brant grit his teeth to try and stop himself from retorting. The other vampire was right, but he didn’t have to like it.

  “The alpha still needs a mate. I think that he plans on taking her for himself.”

  Brant took in a deep breath letting it out slowly. The thought of a beast laying a single claw on Tanya made his blood sizzle, his veins burn. His skin grew tight. “Destroy our people and take our queen? He can’t fucking have her.”

  “I feel the same. We are very much on the back foot. Neither of us can mate with her until the new moon. Nine whole days. The alpha doesn’t have that problem.”

  “Why did you invoke Mate’s Lore in the first place?” Brant fisted Zane’s shirt grinding his teeth so hard he was sure they would crack.

  “Get your hands off me,” a low growl.

  Brant held on for a second longer. “If it weren’t for Tanya, I’d take your head.”

  “You would try.”

  That’s where Zane was wrong, it wouldn’t be easy but he would win in the end. Brant had a reputation of being the ‘just’ king, the ‘honorable’ leader, he was also greatly underestimated which suited him just fine. “You should have left us alone. Tanya and I would’ve been mated. The future of our people guaranteed.”

  “What? Your little coven against two species? I think not.”

  Zane was right. The elves and the wolves would’ve attacked regardless of whether Tanya had mated one of them or not. They saw an opportunity and had taken it. He would do anything to ensure that Tanya did not become collateral damage.

  “Just for the record, I wanted the female from the start.” Zane locked his jaw for a second, looking to the left of Brant. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. Zane turned his gaze back on Brant.

  He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what Zane had to say.

  “I didn’t want a repeat of what happened to our fathers. I knew you had your sights set on the female so I chose another.”

  His heart stopped beating for a second even though blood rushed in his ears. Zane had wanted Tanya from the start.

  “It’s why I chose the way I did. I wanted to avoid another war.” Zane’s eyes narrowed.

  “Bull fucking shit.”

  “Listen up asshole, I didn’t have to explain this to you but you asked why I invoked Mate’s Lore and so I’m telling you. I wanted the human from the start. I should have fought you for her then.”

  “The only reason you invoked the lore is because you killed your human.”

  Zane took a step towards Brant, his whole body had tightened like a coiled spring. Brant secretly hoped Zane would come at him. The longer he spent in the same room as the bastard, the more he wanted to feel his bones crack beneath his fists.

  “Someone is spreading untruths about me. The human took her own life. It had nothing to do with anything I did or didn’t do.”

  “It seems human females are in a habit of offing themselves on your side of the fence. Can’t say I blame them.”

  It was a low blow with the expected results except Zane moved quicker than he anticipated and managed to plant him straight in the jaw. Thankfully the blow wasn’t direct as he was moving away, so although it hurt like a bitch, his jaw remained intact. Brant kneed his enemy in the stomach enjoying the grunt Zane made and the way he hunched over for a split second.

  Tanya took in the familiar decadent décor. Her mind going at a thousand miles a minutes. So much for not letting her out of his sight ever again. After they had fucked, Zane took her back to his tower. After a light supper she had fallen asleep, exhausted from the day’s events only to have woken alone in his bed. She hated the disappointment. Hated that she felt it in the first place. Zane hadn’t so much as said goodbye to her when she’d left. Tanya had pretty much thrown away her future with Brant and for what, a roll in the hay with one times dickhead.

  “Are you okay?” Stephany smiled at her, concern in her eyes. They had said their hellos. Tanya had noticed how the blond vamp’s nostrils had flared just before they embraced. Everyone in this whole damned coven would know her and Zane had slept together.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” Stephany asked as they made their way into the living room. “I take it you got along well with Zane?” The blonde gave her a mischievous smile. Tanya realized that she’d missed her easy companionship.

  “Don’t joke, Brant is going to go nuts when he finds out. Where is he anyway?”

  “It’s Mate’s Lore, he may not like it but he will need to deal. He’s just in a meeting, he’ll be out…”

  Confusion set in. What did Mate’s Lore have to do with her indiscretion? There was a crash as something toppled over followed by a loud grunt. A heavy bashing noise and another muffled crash.

  “Nothing to be concerned with.” Stephany had plastered a fake smile onto her face.

  “Who’s Brant meeting with?” Panic rose in her. Zane hadn’t been there to say good bye and Brant wasn’t there to greet her. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know where the kings were and that they weren’t getting along.

  “Stay out of it human.” Xavier tried to take a hold of her arm, but Stephany swatted his hand out of the way.

  “Leave her alone. They need to sort this out and like it or not she’s involved.”

  “I have been assigned to keep her in one piece. Getting between the kings is no place for a puny human.”

  “Go.” Stephany blocked Xavier. Tanya rushed in the direction of the noises. The grunts and thuds growing louder as she made her way to a large oval door. She pushed down the wrought iron handle and opened it. Brant and Zane had each other in a lock. Brant pushed Zane and his back collided with the wall. A picture frame crashed as it hit the ground.

  “Stop!” She knew she should be afraid, but watching the two of them kill each other was not how this was going to end. She moved in as close as she dared.

  “You shouldn’t be around humans,” Brant growled as Zane pushed back until the back of Brant’s legs connected with a large desk in the center of the room.

  “Like it or not. She’s just as much mine as she is yours.” Zane snarled, he head butted Brant with a sickening crunch.

  “No!” She screamed not giving a damn if they hurt her. She inserted herself between them, her back against Brant. “Stop this.” Zane had a bloody gash in his forehead.

  The room reeked of blood, sweat and testosterone. Heavy breathing turned to loud sniffing. “You fucked him.”

  Her eyes were locked with Zane’s, whose irises turned dark and stormy.

  “Oh shit,” said Zane.

  “You rutted with my female.” Brant’s body turned to stone behind her. He lunged for Zane knocking Tanya to the side as he did. She fell to her knees landing hard. Thankfully she was wearing jeans or her knees would be a mess. She scrambled further out of the way as Brant took a second swing at Zane’s head. Brant had lost his mind and it was all her fault. Why couldn’t she have kept her panties on?

  Zane tackled Brant knocking him to the ground and flat on his back. “It’s Mate’s Lore.” He punched Brant twice using his arms and body to hold him down. “We are required to rut. You know that.”

  “I know,” Brant growled. “Don’t have to like it though. I can’t stand your scent on her. It’s making me…” He snarled, his eyes were glowing. “I can’t take it.”

  “Calm down. You need to put your own scent on her.”

  It seemed that Brant was allowing himself to be restrained by Zane. He had to be since they were pretty evenly matched, or they had been when she had first walked in the room.

  Zane looked her way. “Take your clothes off.”

  “What? No—”

  “He needs to rut with you, needs his scent on you to calm down.” Zane swallowed hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his biceps bulged with the exertion of keeping Brant restrained.

  Brant bu
cked underneath him managing to pull an arm free. He fisted Zane’s shirt pulling him almost nose to nose. “Get the fuck out.”

  “Like hell.” Zane shoved Brant back down. “You might hurt her.”

  “I would never—”

  “Do you think I want to watch you fuck her?” His face was contorted in rage. “I will stay. Female”—Zane kept his eyes on Brant’s—“take your clothes off right now.”

  Shit. This wasn’t happening.

  “Do it,” Brant’s voice was tense.

  Shit. This was happening. Had everyone in the room lost their minds?

  “I can’t possibly. You can’t expect me to…”

  Xavier burst in through the partially opened door followed by Stephany and Lance.

  “Get out,” Zane growled.

  “You heard him,” Brant’s voice held that same level of authority.

  “But—” Xavier started to argue.

  “Out!” Both kings said simultaneously. Xavier stopped mid-sentence. Lance dropped his eyes and nodded tersely. Stephany had the audacity to smile. She freaking looked at each of the kings and then at Tanya, a wide grin appearing on her face. The bitch. Lance put a hand to her back as he ushered her out of the room. Was it her imagination or did Stephany stiffen under his touch? There was no time to think on it because both kings turned to look at her as the door closed.

  “I’m so sorry, Tanya. Please understand.” Brant panted like it was difficult for him to speak normally. “I need you to take your clothes off and you need to do it right now.” Brant was apologizing to her when she was the one that had caused all of this in the first place. She shook her head preparing to argue.

  “He would never forgive himself if he accidentally hurt you. He’s not in full control and needs to get his own scent on you so that he can calm down enough to think rationally.” As if in answer, Brant growled low and deep. Not the kind of growl that aroused, but rather the kind that caused fear to spike inside her. “Please, sweetness. I’ll talk you through it. Neither of us wants to see you hurt.” Zane kept his eyes on her.

  “I’m sorry, Cenwein…” Brant said between clenched teeth. “Zane’s right. You need to do as he says.”

  “I’m right…where is a recorder when you need one?”

  “Fuck you.” Brant broke a hand free and punched Zane, who laughed. Brant’s fist connected with Zane’s nose in a spray of blood that quickly subsided.

  “Blood. I like the look on you.” Brant pulled his fist back to punch Zane again but the other vamp was too quick and blocked the blow pushing Brant back down with a hand to the chest.

  “Try to stay calm. I won’t bait you again.”

  “My need to kill you is beginning to override my need to remove your scent from my female.” Brant spat the words at Zane, his big body growing tenser by the second.

  “Wait. Please don’t kill each other. Stop!” The thought of the two warriors coming to blows and possibly injuring each other, or worse, had her forgetting all about her modesty. She pulled off her shoes and unzipped her jeans, which she shoved down her hips. After a moment’s hesitation, this wasn’t happening, she pulled down her panties. The ones that she’d painstakingly dried the day before. Her cheeks heated as both vampires stared her way.

  “Okay, maybe rutting is a better idea.” Brant gave a low growl this time laced with arousal. Normally the sound would leave her wet and aching but not with two sets of eyes staring at her. God this was so embarrassing. Brant’s eyes were hooded with arousal, they turned hard and terrifying. “Your scent on her is stronger now that she’s naked.” He turned hard eyes on Zane.

  “Sweetness, get your delectable ass over here.”

  Brant snarled.

  “I’m going to sit behind him, I’ll hold his arms. You straddle him as soon as I’m off. The sooner his cock is inside you the better.”

  “I can’t believe you just said that to me. This is so fucked up.” She went down on her haunches next to them.

  “Don’t over think this, sweetness.” Zane cupped her cheek for a second.

  “Take your hands off her,” Brant growled. “I’ll make it up to you, Cenwein.” He sounded pained.

  “Ready?” Zane winked at her. “You can do this.”

  She nodded once, not trusting her voice. As soon as Zane moved, she took his place. The moment her pussy touched Brant’s clothed cock, he went from semi to fully erect.

  “I need you, Tanya,” Brant whispered. “You know I would never hurt you.” A complete contradiction since Zane held both of Brant’s arms to the ground above his head.

  “Take him, sweetness,” Zane coaxed.

  Tanya licked her lips, fumbling with the catches on Brant’s suit pants. Brant hissed as his cock sprang free. She positioned herself over him, his big head at her entrance. She struggled to get even the tip of him inside her.

  A thumb brushed up against her clit. “Close your eyes.” It was Zane. He held Brant’s arms with one hand. Brant was clearly allowing himself to be restrained at this point.

  Brant snarled, his eyes were glowing so bright that she was sure they’d be able to light up a dark room. “Get your filthy hands off her.”

  “She’s not ready for you. You do want her to have pleasure too. You don’t want to hurt her. I don’t trust you enough to let you go.”

  Brant cursed. “Do it.” He locked his jaw as Zane’s thumb moved over her clit in a lazy circle before dipping into her once. She tried not to react, not when both men were watching her so intently.

  “Close your eyes,” Zane’s deep, husky voice had her pulse quickening. She did as he said. It might be easier if she didn’t have to see them. Zane’s finger was slipping and sliding over her clit. Her pussy clenched, against all odds, she could feel herself growing wet. He pushed two fingers inside her. She groaned, unable to stop the building need that clawed at her. Brant growled. A vibrating rumble of arousal. Zane removed his fingers only to start back on her tight nub. So soft, she rolled her pelvis to try and grind up against him. Needing more. Instead of fingers, her clit met with hard cock. Tanya ground herself against Brant. Ground herself against his velvet clad steel.

  “That’s it, sweetness,” Zane’s voice was tight. Was he just as aroused? She kept her eyes shut. Didn’t want to break the moment. She burned with the need to come, she rubbed herself harder against Brant’s shaft. He groaned.

  “Take him, sweetness.”

  She positioned him at her entrance and this time he slipped in easily. Tanya eased down on his hard length panting as he slowly filled her. Loving how she stretched to accommodate him.

  Brant pushed up from below. She cried out with the pure ecstasy as he fully sheathed himself in her. She swallowed hard rocking her hips, keeping him deep. Loving how he felt against her.

  Tanya eased up and pushed back down. Brant groaned.

  “That’s it, sweetness,” Zane’s deep voice rolled over her.

  Up and down, she leaned forward ever so slightly until she found that angle that hit her just right. She whimpered as she slid back down on him.

  “Faster,” Brant urged her. “You feel so good.”

  Tanya opened her eyes looking down at Brant. His lashes were at half-mast. She did as he asked upping the tempo while still ensuring that she kept him deep and hard. She mewled each time she slid back onto him. Brant thrust from below keeping the rhythm she had set.

  “So good.” His eyes were still glowing. “Wish I could flip you over and fuck you hard.”

  She gasped at both his crude words and because he had chosen that moment to thrust into her with added ferocity. Tanya was appalled to find she enjoyed the dirty talk. Brant tensed underneath her, fighting to free his hands. He managed to break one free, which he used to yank her sweater tearing it half way up her front.

  Zane chuckled as he secured Brant’s hands once again. Although she wasn’t moving, Brant continued to thrust into her, the deep friction seemed to catch all her nerve endings. She moaned.

  “Loo
ks like someone wants a look at those stunning tits. Can’t say I blame him.”

  “Watch your filthy mouth.” Brant grit out through clenched teeth while keeping up his assault from below.

  Tanya lifted her gaze, catching Zane’s heated look. What difference did it make? She pulled her sweater over her head and unhooked her bra. Zane’s eyes almost bugged out of his skull and Brant made the sound a wounded animal would make.

  “Gods how I want to touch you.” Brant was no longer moving. Both vampires stared like they’d never seen a naked woman before.

  “So god damned sexy.” Zane’s eyes narrowed on hers then moved between her chest and her face.

  “Close your fucking eyes!” Brant sounded pissed. He looked even angrier.

  “Shut it. You’re the one who gets to fuck her. Any more lip and I’ll knock you out and finish this myself.”

  Brant fought against the restraint. Tanya needed a diversion so she sat back more firmly onto his cock. Up…down…up…down. Harder and faster with every bounce. She concentrated on her own pleasure, needing an orgasm more than her next breath. The incredible slip and slide of his cock taking her closer and closer with every sweet thrust.

  “That’s it, sweetness. Just a little more.”

  Brant made a noise of agreement. She cried out as a finger brushed against her clit. Zane was holding Brant with one hand while he leaned forward and stroked her clit with the other. His face was taut with desire.

  Brant growled something between pleasure and a warning.

  “Oh yes,” she cried. Her orgasm building as his finger picked up momentum over her tightening nub. When Zane pinched her clit between two fingers while Brant fucked her harder from below, it was as if she had died and gone to heaven. Just the thought of both men touching her, bringing her to completion, was enough to keep her screaming as waves of pleasure rushed through her. She barely registered Brant jerking beneath her as he found his own release.

  Warm arms bracketed her, hot kisses were planted on her cheeks and mouth. Tanya opened her eyes to Brant’s warm, dark chocolate stare. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”