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

 
     
    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