#6 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 6: New Moon) by Charlene Hartnady

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.