#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance by Charlene Hartnady
Authors: Charlene Hartnady
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Wild Heat
Chosen by the Vampire Kings
Part 4
By
Charlene Hartnady
Copyright and
Disclaimer
Copyright © November 2014, Charlene
Hartnady
Cover Art by Melody Simmons
Copy Edited by Kimberly Reichmann
Produced in South Africa
Published by Charlene Hartnady
PO BOX 456, Melrose Arch,
Johannesburg, South Africa, 2176
[email protected]
Wild Heat 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.
With the exception of quotes used in
reviews no part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to digital copying,
file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without prior consent in
writing from the author
Dedication:
To my dearest mommy. I will always be grateful that
heaven didn’t need another Angel that day. I hope your eyeballs don’t pop out
when you read this serial. This one is for you…
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Author’s Note
Books by this
author
Part 4
Chapter 1
In
one fluid motion, she caught the long foil strip while never once taking her
soft chestnut eyes from his. The condoms didn’t look right in her hand. His
future mate should never have a need for them.
His
female wore a short, thin robe. The blue silk barely covered the top part of
her thighs only just managing to conceal her sex. The fact that the robe was
spattered with blood had his heart racing. He clenched his fists at his sides,
unused to the emotions that coursed through him. She was, after all, the future
of his coven and if anything happened to her his species would be in ruin. That
must be why he felt this way. It was the only logical reason he could come up
with.
The
female scented strongly of Brant, telling him that she had most likely rutted
with his enemy recently.
Enemy. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but
to think of the implications of what he was encouraging to happen. If things
worked out, he would have to try and think of Brant in different terms. He had
to admit, even though Brant could be a bit of a…pain in the ass, he’d never
truly hated the male. It was his birth obligation to do so. What amazed him the
most though was that he wasn’t offended by the scent of the other male on his
female.
Watching
this enticing human take her pleasure from Brant had almost made him lose his
load straight into the tight confines of his pants like a juvenile youngster.
Especially hearing the female’s scream as she was dragged over the edge with
his fingers on her clit. She was some female, so soft, yet hard in all the
right places. So tight that his dick twitched just thinking about it.
His
eyes dropped to her breasts, jutting points stabbed at the soft robe. One pull
on the tie and she would be all his. He took a step towards her just as she
threw the condoms onto the ground.
“Good
choice, sweetness.” He unsnapped the first button on his pants. Brant growled
low and deep, a definite warning. Zane kept his eyes on the female.
“I’m
not having sex with a cheating bastard.” She laughed but the sound held no
humor. “Been there done that. I even have the t-shirt.” A sharp pungent scent
rolled off her, it hit him square on. It radiated off his female. The sour
aroma of pain.
The
need to draw blood hit him and adrenaline surged. Zane was on Brant in a
second. It was only the sound of the female screaming that kept him from
pummelling the other male. Instead he gripped Brant by the throat. “What the
fuck did you do to her?”
Small,
useless taps rained on his back. “Let go of him you brute.” The human insisted
on punching him even though it would be hurting her more than him.
“You
have three seconds to get your hands
Chosen by the Vampire Kings
Part 4
By
Charlene Hartnady
Copyright and
Disclaimer
Copyright © November 2014, Charlene
Hartnady
Cover Art by Melody Simmons
Copy Edited by Kimberly Reichmann
Produced in South Africa
Published by Charlene Hartnady
PO BOX 456, Melrose Arch,
Johannesburg, South Africa, 2176
[email protected]
Wild Heat 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.
With the exception of quotes used in
reviews no part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to digital copying,
file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without prior consent in
writing from the author
Dedication:
To my dearest mommy. I will always be grateful that
heaven didn’t need another Angel that day. I hope your eyeballs don’t pop out
when you read this serial. This one is for you…
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Author’s Note
Books by this
author
Part 4
Chapter 1
In
one fluid motion, she caught the long foil strip while never once taking her
soft chestnut eyes from his. The condoms didn’t look right in her hand. His
future mate should never have a need for them.
His
female wore a short, thin robe. The blue silk barely covered the top part of
her thighs only just managing to conceal her sex. The fact that the robe was
spattered with blood had his heart racing. He clenched his fists at his sides,
unused to the emotions that coursed through him. She was, after all, the future
of his coven and if anything happened to her his species would be in ruin. That
must be why he felt this way. It was the only logical reason he could come up
with.
The
female scented strongly of Brant, telling him that she had most likely rutted
with his enemy recently.
Enemy. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but
to think of the implications of what he was encouraging to happen. If things
worked out, he would have to try and think of Brant in different terms. He had
to admit, even though Brant could be a bit of a…pain in the ass, he’d never
truly hated the male. It was his birth obligation to do so. What amazed him the
most though was that he wasn’t offended by the scent of the other male on his
female.
Watching
this enticing human take her pleasure from Brant had almost made him lose his
load straight into the tight confines of his pants like a juvenile youngster.
Especially hearing the female’s scream as she was dragged over the edge with
his fingers on her clit. She was some female, so soft, yet hard in all the
right places. So tight that his dick twitched just thinking about it.
His
eyes dropped to her breasts, jutting points stabbed at the soft robe. One pull
on the tie and she would be all his. He took a step towards her just as she
threw the condoms onto the ground.
“Good
choice, sweetness.” He unsnapped the first button on his pants. Brant growled
low and deep, a definite warning. Zane kept his eyes on the female.
“I’m
not having sex with a cheating bastard.” She laughed but the sound held no
humor. “Been there done that. I even have the t-shirt.” A sharp pungent scent
rolled off her, it hit him square on. It radiated off his female. The sour
aroma of pain.
The
need to draw blood hit him and adrenaline surged. Zane was on Brant in a
second. It was only the sound of the female screaming that kept him from
pummelling the other male. Instead he gripped Brant by the throat. “What the
fuck did you do to her?”
Small,
useless taps rained on his back. “Let go of him you brute.” The human insisted
on punching him even though it would be hurting her more than him.
“You
have three seconds to get your hands
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