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  Mated to the Vampire Kings

  A Baby for the Kings

  By

  Charlene Hartnady

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Copyright © August 2015, 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]

  Mate’s Lore 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

  Table of Contents:

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Author’s Note

  Books by this author:

  Excerpt

  Chapter 1

  Hot! Hot! Hot!

  This baby was a little furnace inside of her. Tanya fanned herself with one hand and pulled at the neckline of her dress with the other. She almost laughed out loud at the action, but not because she was amused. Oh no! More like mortified because she’d referred to the garment as a dress when a tent was a more apt description.

  Looking down, she huffed out a breath when she realized that she couldn’t see her feet. Not even the tips of her toes. Not freaking fair. Her feet were the only part of her body that she could still call her own. By now most women had swollen sausages for toes. She still didn’t, at least she didn’t think so. Impossible to tell from this angle.

  She looked at herself in the full length gold gilded mirror. Real freaking gold. Tanya had been with her kings for going on a year now and she still had to pinch herself at times. Her glaring reflection brought her back from her thoughts, boobs about the size of overblown balloons, her hips and thighs were definitely more pronounced. Tanya moved to the side and let out a small moan, her butt was much rounder and her stomach…oh boy…it was a doozy. The only small consolation was that it was to be expected. Aside from the obvious reason, namely a bun in the old oven, Brant and Zane were just so freaking huge that it stood to reason that their son would be hefty as well.

  Son.

  Her lips curled into a smile and she couldn’t help but to rub her belly in a big lazy circle. As if in answer, her little boy gave an almighty kick that had her breaking out into an all out grin. Her butt, her thighs, the stretch marks that were sure to follow as she entered the last few weeks of her pregnancy, none of it mattered, not even just a little, tiny bit. The growing life inside of her was the most important thing ever.

  Right now though—she wiped a hand across her damp brow—her little one might just cause his mom to self combust. Tanya peeled the tent dress over her head. Note to self, she was so going maternity shopping for more sexy attire. So what if she was big, her boys still loved each and every curve she had.

  Whoever said a heavily pregnant woman couldn’t be sexy had lied. She might not really feel sexy right now, but what was that age old saying?…Fake it till you make it. Her new motto till she got her body back.

  Moving closer to the open window, she sighed as the cool breeze caught her skin. Just as she began to think about taking a nice cool shower to really bring her temp down, the door creaked behind her. This was followed by a long, deep rumble that had goose bumps rising on her skin and her toes curling into the thick woolen carpet under her feet.

  His voice was so damned sexy. She loved it when Zane growled at her like that. His deep baritone thick with arousal.

  The growl was followed by another louder, grittier version that came out sounding menacing instead of arousing. She swung around to take in his tense shoulders and deep frown. “You shouldn’t be standing at the window half naked. Any of the males could look up and see you.”

  Her lip twitched, he was so cute when he was being all possessive. “No one is going to look up and even if they did, it’s not like a heavily pregnant woman is anything worth looking at in the first place.”

  There was another rumble from somewhere deep inside him as his eyes slid over her. “That’s where you are wrong, sweetness.” He shook his head and licked his lips. “There is nothing more arousing than my female ripe with child.” His eyes were heavily hooded, she could see how his pupils had dilated. “From the roundness of your belly to the heavy curve of your breasts.”

  Her nipples tightened as his eyes moved from one breast to the other. If her nubs grew any harder she was sure that she might just poke his eyes out even though he was still standing on the far side of the room.

  Zane bit down on his lower lip as his gaze moved to the juncture of her thighs. “Best of all, my little Ysnaar…”

  Her panties felt damp and she found herself squeezing her thighs together to try and quell the growing need that resonated from deep in her core. “Yes…” She found herself whispering when he paused a little too long.

  Her big male inhaled deeply through his flared nostrils and his eyes actually drifted shut for a moment in what looked like pure rapture. When he opened them, they were burning with need…for her.

  Crikey freaking Moses. How had she gotten so lucky?

  His mouth curled up ever so slightly at one corner as he exhaled, still sounding like he was in heaven. “I’ll tell you, sweetness…the best part of all is your pussy.”

  Her breath caught in her lungs and her damp panties got a whole lot damper.

  This time he made a growly sound of appreciation. “As you grow fuller with child, your folds become more and more swollen and oh so wet. Your scent’s enough to drive me insane.” He grit his teeth for a time. “It is all I can do not to think of you…of what I want to do to you. Sweetness, you are a vision…” His eyes were locked with hers. There was no doubting that he spoke the truth. “And carrying my child only makes you that much more lovely.” He grinned. “I should be at a training session right now but I had to come and see you.”

  A few strides put him toe to toe with her, although belly to rock hard abs was a better description. Zane put his hands on her hips, or what was left of them, and squeezed lightly. His eyes darted across her face. He looked pained, aroused and highly frustrated. When his gaze finally settled on her mouth, he flashed his fangs on a silent snarl. “To fucking hell with it,” he whispered, managing to sound menacing. His mouth ground against hers, instantly demanding that she give him everything. Absolute surrender and nothing less.

  How could she refuse?

  Moaning, her hands fisted the front of his shirt dragging him closer. Zane took ahold of her ass in his large hands, squeezing her globes in a move that stimulated her female bits. Her desperate moan was swallowed by his mouth.

  Another firm squeeze and he pulled away, his eyes were hard, his jaw tense. Zane lifted her like she weighed nothing and in three strides she was on her back on the bed.

  “On your hands and knees, sweetness. Do it now,”
he growled.

  Her heart raced and her clit throbbed. As her pregnancy had progressed, she’d only grown more and more horny. She did as he said, moving so that she was on her elbows. This way her belly came to rest on the bed. It was the only way they could make love at this point. The good news was that during doggie style, her g-spot just so happened to receive a lot of extra love. Tanya was pretty sure that, that particular part of her anatomy was also pretty darned swollen.

  God, she needed him so freaking badly. He palmed her ass with one hand and she heard the noise of a zipper being lowered. The sound tore through the silent room. It made her heart race faster, and she was panting with anticipation.

  There was a hard pull and a tearing sound as Zane shredded her underwear. Really, she didn’t know why the hell she bothered trying to be civil when she was mated to the vampire k—the thought died as she felt the head of Zane’s cock at her entrance. “So fucking wet for me.”

  On a low growl he pushed into her, his hands tightened on her hips as he sank to the hilt. Tanya bit down on her lip to hold back a moan lest he think she was in pain or that he was being too rough with her.

  Using deep easy strokes, he began to move. “You feel fucking perfect,” he growled.

  It was impossible not to moan at this point. So, so good. So much so that she wasn’t going to last long at all. Her breasts rubbed up against the mattress, her lacy bra abrading her overly sensitive nipples. Zane caged her with his big body, his chest over her back. His hot breath against her skin. Mostly silent except for the odd little grunt that told her he was enjoying himself just as much as she was. Adjusting his angle, he fucked her even deeper, his granite shaft rubbed up against her sweet spot all the more.

  Oh yes!

  Her clit throbbed and that heaviness settled down deep in her belly moving through her limbs. Her muscles began to tighten and her pussy walls began to flutter.

  “That’s it, sweetness.” Zane grunted, sliding his big hand over her belly for added support. His thrusts were still even and rhythmic, they left her teetering on the edge. All it would take was a harder thrust or a bit more pace and she would be there. Tanya held her breath. The hand on her hip slid between her thighs. Or a flick of her clit. Oh yes! The little bundle of nerves in question throbbed harder in anticipation.

  Tanya grit her teeth, more ready for this orgasm than she had ever been for one before. She ached, she hurt, she freaking craved—

  “What the fuck is going on?” Brant’s snarl had her heart leaping to her throat.

  Zane stopped moving. Stopped. Just like that.

  No! No! No! Keep going. Move dammit. Her internal muscles clenched around him and he made a pained noise.

  “Unacceptable!” Another growl. “Fucking unacceptable!”

  They both turned their heads at exactly the same time. Brant slammed the door shut behind him.

  Oh shit! Holy macaroni!

  Her mate looked calm. The only thing that belied his rage was a muscle that ticked in his jaw. “Get your cock out of our female this second or so help me…” He took a small step further into the room. She could see his muscles bunch beneath the cotton fabric of his shirt.

  Zane sighed. “Our female was on the verge of an orgasm that I assure you she needed…very badly.” His muscled chest heaved against her, it was the only movement he made.

  Brant’s eyes narrowed. “It was my fucking turn next with our female. Mine!” he snarled, his eyes moved to hers for the first time and they softened.

  There was one consolation in all of this, at least he didn’t blame her. It was a little bad of her to think such a thing but oh well. She gave a mental shrug of the shoulders. They knew her feelings on this whole arrangement, so as far as she was concerned Brant would have to deal. They both would.

  “Our female needed me. Who was I to deny her?” Was Zane’s casual answer. Absently, he rubbed his hand over the top part of her belly in the most loving way. If it weren’t for his thick cock throbbing inside her very achy channel, she might feel emotional about his show of affection. Who the hell was she kidding? She did feel emotional about it and slid her hand over his.

  “Who were you to deny her an orgasm? Who were…” Brant muttered under his breath. “You should’ve called me. You can be the biggest dickhead, Zane. You already had your turn this morning dammit.”

  Tanya had to roll her eyes. Here we go again. This had become typical behavior as of the last few weeks. Ever since they put their stupid rules into place.

  Brant shook his head while running a hand through his hair in clear frustration. “I’m sure you planned on keeping this a secret. You do realize that you are putting my child at risk?”

  “Our child.” Zane growled, his chest rumbled against her before he pulled his body upright, planting his hands on her hips. His dick stayed firmly inside her.

  Brant clenched his jaw for a few beats. “You know what I mean. You would’ve put that child.” He pointed at her midsection. “Our female,”—his voice turned thick for a moment—“at risk. It’s unacceptable and I should beat you for—”

  “Stop fucking talking for a second, please.” She could hear that Zane had said the last through clenched teeth. “I would’ve told you about this…I would’ve given you my next turn.”

  Brant shook his head, looking away for a short while. Although he didn’t seem to fully trust Zane, the tension that tightened his whole frame seemed to ease up just a smidgen.

  “I’m inside of Tanya already and ask that you let me finish. Our female needs this.”

  Brant flashed hard, dark eyes on Zane. As it stood, she could see that this wasn’t going to end well. “Wait up.” Her voice was surprisingly calm and clear considering she had Zane’s enormous cock, balls deep inside of her. Especially considering that she had been just about to come moments before and from the feel of the moisture that trickled down the side of her thigh, she knew that she still wasn’t too far off. “Don’t I have a say in all of this?”

  “Of course you do, Ysnaar.” The hard edge left Zane’s voice as he spoke to her.

  Brant gave her a half smile. He was dressed in suit pants and a white dress shirt complete with tie. Good god, he was handsome. The fabric stretched tight over his chest and around his heavy biceps. “You always have a say, Cenwein.”

  “Good to hear.” She looked up at Brant from under her lashes. “I would love for Zane to finish.”

  Zane’s hands tightened on her hips and his cock twitched inside of her. Brant’s eyes turned stormy and the tick returned. He looked away for a few seconds before sweeping his dark eyes back to her.

  “Wait…that’s not all. I want you to take me afterwards, Brant…please.” The large bulge in his pants had her licking her lips. “Don’t you dare say—”

  “No,” both males growled.

  She pushed out a frustrated sigh.

  “We refuse to put either of you at risk,” Zane said. Tanya twisted around so that she could see him as he spoke. His face was filled with such tenderness, such concern.

  “It’s too much, Cenwein.” Brant drew her attention back to him. His eyes were filled with emotion that had a lump forming in her throat. “We can’t expect you to handle both of us. Not right now. Once the baby comes…”

  “Brant is right.” Zane’s hold on her hips eased up.

  “We don’t mind taking turns. Do we Zane?” Although Brant looked relaxed, she still noticed how tense his shoulders were. How dark his eyes had become. Tanya could hear a faint growl in his voice.

  “We don’t mind at all, Ysnaar.” Zane pulled out of her about half way and she was tempted to back up. To demand that they give her what she needed. Both of them. The problem was that they were acting this way out of concern for her and the baby. How could she fault that? Their concern was so strong that they refused to listen to any arguments from her side when normally they would always take her views into consideration.

  It was so sweet.

  It was infuriating.
/>   Brant pulled on his tie so that it wasn’t quite so restricting, then he flicked open the top button on his shirt. When he unbuckled his belt, her mouth became a little dry. “My poor, little Cenwein.” His eyes had filled with desire. So much so that she felt mesmerized. “I’m going to give you what you need. I’m going to make you come…hard.” His eyes moved to Zane, turning hard as they did. “I suggest you leave. Unless you want burst fucking eardrums.”

  Zane gave a feral grin that lacked any type of humor. “On the contrary. My little Ysnaar’s screams of pleasure are like music to my ears.” Zane pulled out all the way and she almost wept from the loss. Tanya had learned not to get between them when they got like this though. There were some things they needed to sort out themselves. As the birth neared, they were becoming more and more irrational, more and more possessive, liable to be set off by the smallest of things. It had taken them a long time to find a friendship with one another, though that friendship was still somewhat strained at times.

  This was one of those times.

  “I wasn’t joking.” Brant flashed Zane a fang while moving to the bed. “Our female needs an orgasm and I plan on making good on that need. I also plan on ensuring that it is the best fucking orgasm that she has ever had. If you’re staying…” His eyes narrowed, making it clear that he would prefer it if Zane left. “Then I would suggest earplugs.”

  “This I have to see…and hear. I doubt I’ll be impressed…by you that is.” His hard glare stayed on Brant for a few beats before moving to her. Tanya felt everything in her tighten. “You always impress me, sweetness.”

  There were major perks to having two dominant males for mates. They tried to show each other up all the time. Mostly to her benefit…mostly.

  On a frustrated groan, Zane moved away making room for Brant. The big male sat on his haunches to the one side of her, the bed dipped towards him because of his massive weight on the bed. Something in her eased when he winked at her. “Enjoy the ride, sweetness. I know I will.”

  “You’re not angry?”