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

in.”
    Brant
moved to the opposite side of the bed. He kissed her cheek, his eyes dipping to
her lips as he pulled away.
    “It
seems that we still have some convincing to do,” Zane said, his eyes on Brant.
    “Once
the doctor gives the all clear.”
    “No,”
she said a little too harshly, only because her body had decided it was all in.
Her nipples had pebbled and had turned ultra-sensitive under her cotton pajamas.
Her clit throbbed. She knew they would be able to scent her arousal and it
irritated her.
    “Until
you two can prove that there won’t be any fighting in the future, I’m afraid I
can’t agree to anything.”
    “You
know we can’t promise that. Give us another chance. We promise to try and not
kill each other. I am optimistic that we will succeed,” Brant cocked an
eyebrow.
    “Optimistic,”—she
paused—“just as I thought,” she huffed. “You promise to try,” she made a sound
of frustration. “First you take me away from my life, make me fall in love with
both of you”—she looked from one male to the other—“You impregnate me. Make me
go through a mating ceremony in which I bonded myself to both of you. Then
you wanted to freaking kill each other while expecting me to carry on with the
survivor. It’s insane.” She ran her hands over her face covering her eyes. “But
you’re optimistic that you won’t kill each other in the future and that’s
supposed to make it all better,” she mumbled into her hands.
    Silence.
    When
she finally uncovered her face, both males looked to be in a state of shock,
complete with gaping mouths, pale skin and wide eyes.
    “What?”
she asked tentatively.
    “You
love us?” Brant asked. “You love us,” he stated while grinning.
    “Say
it again,” Zane slid his hand onto her belly, shifting closer.
    Holy
shit. She’d just told them that she freaking
loved them.
    “No,”
she shook her head. “That’s not the point”—she stopped there because she realized
that she was wrong in saying that—“okay, maybe it is the point. I do love you
both. Do you really think I want to watch either of you die though? Especially
at the hand of the other?” She fixed the pillows behind her head so that she
could sit more upright.
    Brant
cupped her cheeks with both of his big hands. “I just have to say that I—”
    “Don’t
you dare say it.” She hit her hand on the bed covers with a light thump,
needing to drive the point home.
    “—but
it is important that you know that I—”
    “I
said, no. Weren’t you listening? Love doesn’t change the situation. I don’t
want to hear it.” The last came out sounding a little panicked. Her resolve
would crumple if she listened to them…listened to Brant swear his undying love
to her.
    “I’ll
show you instead.” Brant kissed her. Lips warm, tongue seeking. She couldn’t
help but to whimper as he deepened the kiss, plundering her mouth. She really
shouldn’t be allowing this, but how could she refuse him? It was a scorching,
smoldering, toe curling, heat inducing kiss. Slow, tender, loving.
    Brant
pulled away and she found herself following him as he moved back. More
please , her whole body cried. Zane’s hand hooked around her waist, he
pulled her so that she faced him.
    His
dark eyes seemed to look straight into her soul. “I need to show you too,
sweetness. I wish I could really show you just how much.” His eyes dropped to
her mouth a second before he kissed her. Oh wow. Her back arched as
their tongues clashed. Her breasts mashed against his hard chest. Freaking
hell, for a newbie kisser he was damned good at it. Slanting his face left then
right. Suckling on her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth with his hot
tongue. Her nipples rubbed against him. She dug her fingers into his biceps.
Hard, hot male. Where Brant had been tender and soft, Zane plundered.
    Both
kisses left her breathless. “How did you become so good at that?” She asked as
he ended the kiss, then she narrowed her