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

Tanya
gasped. “Best you keep that in mind,” she paused. “Aside from the arrow wound,
are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Why?
Would you kiss it better for me?”

She
choked out a laugh trying to sound braver than she actually was. “This is no
time for silly jokes.”

“Do
I look like I’m joking?” Using all his strength, he rose to his feet with a
grunt. His face a mask of pain. Zane had a washed out pale coloring that scared
her. Dark circles were forming under his eyes.

“Help
me to the sofa.” He leaned on her, sinking himself into the soft cushion. His
jaw was locked and his brow furrowed. Drips of sweat beaded on his forehead.
“You need to get it out.”

“Don’t
joke.”

“Still
not joking, sweetness.” His head rolled back. His breathing coming in short
pants. “The arrow tip is poisoned. I’ll die if you don’t remove it soon.”

“Fuck.
Tell me what to do.” Panic seized her.

“There
is a shed outback. In it you’ll find”—he paused and grimaced for a few beats—“tools.
Bring pliers, a hammer….that knife you had a second ago…I need you to push the
arrow out.”

“As
in…” She shook her head instead of finishing.

“You
can do it, Ysnaar. The arrow tip is already at the other side.” He reached up
and ripped his shirt at the shoulder, groaning as he tore it from his enormous
body.  She leaned forward examining the wound.

“God
that must hurt like a bitch.”

He
started to chuckle and moaned between gritted teeth instead. “Not so bad, I’ve
had worse. It’s the poison. You need to get it out.”

Tanya
jumped to her feet and made for the back door. She ran for the wooden shed and
worked the bolt. The door sprang open as the bolt slid free. There was a whole
array of tools. She grabbed two sets of pliers, a sturdy looking hammer and
some screw drivers for good measure before running back the way she came.

Zane
lay perfectly still on the sofa. If not for the rise and fall of his chest, she
may’ve thought him dead. She sat next to him. His eyes opened slowly. “Hit the
arrow out enough to be able to use the pliers to pull it free from the other
side. Do it now.”

Tanya
picked up the hammer. An eye for an eye, Zane had rescued her so like it or not
she felt it was only right if she helped him. She straddled the big man keeping
her eye on the wound which was crusted in blood. His hands found her hips and
he squeezed lightly. “Do it.”

She
took the hammer in both hands and hit the arrow straight on.

“Harder,”
he spoke through clenched teeth.

She
pulled back and swung again hitting as hard as she dared. It would be too easy
to miss or break the stem.

“Again,”
he growled. She did as he instructed.

Zane
dug his fingers into her hips. “One more time should do it.” Another hard hit
and he groaned leaning forward. He rested his head on her chest for a few
seconds.

“I
think that did it.” He was breathing hard. Sweat beads had formed on his brow.

Blood
oozed from the wound. Tanya moved back to the side staying on her knees. Zane remained
forward so that she would have easy access to his back. She tried not to react.
Half of the arrow head protruded from a mean looking gash.

She
picked up a pair of pliers, moving towards the arrow head. The thought of
pulling the thing out made her feel queasy.

“Do
it.”

She
clamped the pliers on to the piece of metal and took a deep breath. Tanya
pulled and he made a pained noise through clenched teeth.

“I’m
so sorry.”

“Don’t
worry about me, just get it out.”

“Scoot
forward. I need to get in behind you.”

He
did as she said and Tanya slid in. She kept her knees bent at her chest using
them as leverage against his back. Tanya used both her hands to clasp the
pliers and pulled as if her life depended on it. She tried not to think too
much about what she was doing, just focussed on the mechanics. She pulled and
then she pulled some more. Just when she felt almost ready to give up, the
arrow head tore free.

Zane
grunted letting his head fall into his hands. His elbows rested on his thighs.
“Thank you.”

“You’re
bleeding quite a bit.”

She
tried to staunch the flow with his ripped shirt.

“Leave
it. I want the poison to bleed out. I’ll heal quicker in the long run.” His low
voice was uneven and weak. “Give me a minute and then get me to the shower.”

She
felt useless. Not sure of what to do. “Do you have a first aid kit? Maybe…” She
tried to move out from behind him.

“Stay
there. I find your touch oddly soothing.”

His
biceps filled her hands, her legs had fallen open and her chest rested against
his back. Her breath caught in her throat. Even amongst this blood and gore,
their position seemed oddly intimate.

“You
didn’t kill that girl did you?”

Zane
sighed. “She didn’t die by my hand but I feel responsible,” he paused. “I thought
that giving her space would be the best thing. That she could do with time to
adjust. I was wrong.” His voice broke and she wasn’t sure if it was because of
the physical pain or the emotional kind.

“Those
guys were after me weren’t they?”

He
nodded. “You are the only female capable of bearing vampire heirs now that my
chosen is...” he shifted wincing as his wound pulled. “With you out of the way,
vampires would become extinct.” Before his words had a chance to sink in, he turned
his head slightly. “I need to get to a hot shower. The wound needs to bleed
some more and hell…” He looked down at himself. “I could use a wash. You need
to help me.” He still looked like shit but at least his voice was a little
stronger.

Getting
him off the sofa took a few attempts. Using his good arm, he leaned on her and
they made slow but steady progress.

The
shower was all glass with a stunning view of the forest. There was no shower
door or curtain. Come to think of it, there wasn’t even a door on the restroom
itself. “Not so big on privacy?”

“I
prefer open spaces.”

Chapter 8

It
occurred to her that if she tried to leave right now, he might end up falling.
The guy might be all muscle but he was seriously weak. “How are we going to do
this?”

Using
his good hand, he ripped what little remained of the shirt from his body and
unbuttoned his jeans. “Help me get them off.”

Her
first instinct was to tell him to go to hell but when she glanced at his ashen
face she swallowed her words. She took her lip between her teeth, took hold of
the lapels on his jeans and tugged the denim down. Clearly Zane enjoyed the
freedom of commando. His thick cock rested, what seemed like, halfway down his
left thigh. Even covered in congealing blood and dripping with sweat, he was a
sight to behold. A warrior in every sense of the word. He cleared his throat.
“I’ll let you explore me thoroughly some other time.”

Heat
scorched her cheeks when she realized that she clung white knuckled to his
pants, which were still half way down his thighs. Avoiding his gaze, as well as
other parts of his anatomy, she dropped to her haunches and took his jeans down
to his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric. Zane rocked and took a shuffling
step backwards. She sprang up, just managing to catch hold of him before he
fell.

“Damned
poison has done a job on me.” His eyes were scrunched shut.

“I’ll
help you.”

He
nodded once, clearly not used to being at the mercy of another. Zane put his
arm around her. Tanya glanced down at her cashmere sweater. His eyes were still
closed. Damn it, she wasn’t going to ruin the garment. They shuffled to the
vast cubicle and he leaned against one of the glass windows for support. Tanya
took the opportunity to peel off the sweater, throwing it a safe distance away.
Her jeans could handle the water, there was no way in hell she was taking those
off. She turned the faucets on, squealing as freezing water hit her square in
the chest. With a quick adjustment of the showerhead, she breathed a sigh of
relief. Cold showers were so not her thing. When she turned to face Zane, his
eyes were focused on her chest in untethered…hunger. So feral she had to stop
herself from taking a step back. His cock jutted from his body. Heavy, seeking,
it had her blood heating.

“Um…I
thought you were on death’s door.”

“Sweetness,
you’re like the water of life to a dying man. If I was just a little bit
stronger I’d take you right now.” Zane swayed, having to use his hands on the
glass to keep from falling. “I need you to get the water as hot as possible.”

****

Zane
tried hard not to focus on her lush breasts. He’d never seen cleavage so deep.
Had never wanted to bury himself into a female more than in this minute. Her
nipples were tight buds against the shear white fabric of her bra. Pink smudges
on deep curves had his mouth filling with drool. His focus blurred reminding
him that he was in no condition to be thinking along these lines. Pain throbbed
across his shoulder shooting down his limbs like scorching heat through a flame
thrower.

When
the water steamed, he angled himself under the steady stream. “I need you to
reopen the wound.”

She
stepped into him, those hard little nipples abrading his chest. A wave of
vertigo had him clutching her shoulder for support.

“How?”

“Use
your fingers.”

“Oh
my God. You are so going to owe me for this one.”

Zane
had closed his eyes but could hear that she meant every word. He felt his lips
pull into a smile. “Do not worry sweetness, I will repay you the favor
tenfold.” He circled his thumb on her satiny skin.

Not
for the first time since meeting her, he smelled the intoxicating scent of her
arousal.

“Whatever,”
she mumbled. “What should I use, how—”

“Stick
your fingers into the wound …both sides.”

The
female made an incredulous noise but moved to his side. A better angle to do as
he had instructed. Her chest heaved against him. The smell of arousal was
replaced with…fear.

“I
don’t want to hurt you, Zane.”

He
forced his eyes open and turned his head to face her. Large eyes that seemed to
be made of melted chocolate stared back at him. For the barest second he forgot
what he wanted to say. His need to fuck her was obviously affecting him.

“Do
it,” he bit out harsher then he intended.

Her
eyes darted from the wound on the one side of his shoulder to the one on the
other. Her hands held a slight tremor. “Here goes.”

Zane
bit down hard. Any more of this and he’d surely crack his molars. She pushed
her little fingers deep into both wounds. White, hot pain seared through him.
Just when he thought she must be done, she scissored her fingers further
tearing the wound. He greatly admired her bravery. The human females that he
had encountered were usually weak, timid creatures. Based on experience, she
had to be flawed in some way. It was just a matter of time before this became
apparent.

Feeling
his hot blood pump from the gashes, he angled his shoulder so that the spray
from the shower would help prevent the wounds from sealing too quickly. He
could already feel some of his strength returning. Vampires healed quickly and
it wasn’t long before he felt his flesh begin to knit. There was only one thing
that would help him more at this point.

Blood.

Zane
needed to drink. His fangs extended at the thought. The female’s delicious
scent wasn’t helping things.

“Wash
me.”

“No
freaking way. Just who do you think I am?” Her voice came out in an angry rush,
but another intoxicating burst of arousal filled the small space. His fangs
throbbed and he felt his dick begin to fill. Damned if he could stop it. He
didn’t like the lack of control though.

“You
are my female and I need you to wash me.”

“Listen
buster. I’m not your female.” Her beautiful eyes blazed as she dragged them
down his body ending on a harsh gasp. She pointed at his manhood. “Stop that
right now.”

“I
can’t. It seems the thought of your hands on me is appealing.”

“I
refuse.” She folded her arms over her chest and her eyes narrowed. His eyes
dropped as her breasts were forced further together. Zane itched to touch her
soft flesh. To run his hands up and down her body.

“Hey
buster, my eyes are up here.”

With
extreme reluctance, he lifted his gaze. Her auburn hair was plastered to her
scalp, her cheeks were flushed from the heat, a look of defiance firmly in
place. How had he ever thought her plain? Using his good arm, he reached behind
him grabbing the soap. Her eyes stayed on his. Truth was, at this point, he
could probably manage on his own but where was the fun in that. Zane had a
burning need to feel her hands on him. To have her do as he requested.

****

The
overly large vampire was even more attractive wet. Then again, maybe it was the
fact that he was naked. Rivulets of water caressed every contour of his
magnificent body. With roped muscle on every single solitary inch, ridges and
valleys were plentiful. Tanya suddenly felt thirsty. She also felt like a dirty
slut perving over a man just hours after she’d had amazing sex with another.

She
shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Was her voice really tinged with regret?

His
eyes hardened. He reached forward and slipped a bar of soap into her hand. “I
am not offering you the choice. Do it now female.” He had a deep voice. The
lowest baritone she had ever heard on a man. Tanya always assumed that she
would hate it if a man told her what to do. In this setting, in this moment,
the command sent shivers down her spine. She had to work to keep her breathing
even as her nipples hardened. Hopefully he didn’t notice. There was something
she liked about it, yet she had the feeling if he used it too often it might
just irritate her. Right now it titillated.

“Fine,
but only because I don’t want to spend the rest of the day with a dirty, grumpy
vampire.”

Something
in his eyes flared and his lips twitched. She moved her hands under the spray
and worked the soap into a healthy lather. The thought of touching him excited
her. Tanya tried to keep her hands from shaking.

Where
to start?

There
was so much of him. She’d start at his back. It was safest. Tanya swallowed
hard as she took in his broad back and beefy ass. Avoiding his bad shoulder, she
placed her hands on his skin. He jerked at the first tentative touch. She
followed the natural contours and was soon finished so she moved to his arms
which were relaxed at his sides. So freaking big. So gorgeous to touch. After a
deep breath, she slid her hands over his ass. Sheesh he was all hard muscle. Oh
so good to squeeze. His legs were long thick steel. His chest was hair free yet
so manly that her breath caught in her throat as she rubbed her hands across
his pecks. Feeling his nipples harden beneath her touch. The light smattering
of hairs led down from his belly button to…she avoided even looking at his very
hard cock, concentrating rather on the firm ridge of muscle that led down from
his hips. The ones that spoke of how well built a man was. Next she slid her
hands up and down his legs, keeping her eyes away from a certain area. When she
finally finished, she dropped her hands at her sides and looked up at his face.
His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen, his jaw was locked in a tight line.

“You’re
not done.” He glanced down at…

No
freaking way in hell. Excitement coursed through her veins.

Tanya
shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly,” her voice was shaky.

“You
can and you will.” Deep, commanding. Everything in her tightened.

“Fine,
but you had better not enjoy it.”

Instead
of answering, Zane ground his teeth.

More
soap. Extra lather. Tanya used one hand to palm his balls while the other
wrapped around his wide girth. His cock jerked and he hissed. His cock throbbed
beneath her finger as she slid up and down his length. She moved to his other
ball, lightly squeezing the sensitive flesh.

“Your
touch…” His voice was filled with surprise. “I have never felt such a thing
before. So soft, so good.” A low growl that had her insides turning to mush.

He
rocked his hips forward as she slipped back down his long length. His eyes
closed and his head fell back. Tanya had planned on tugging on him a few times,
on getting him horny and then leaving him, but suddenly she wanted to see him
find completion. Needed it.

“Move
back.”

His
wild gaze landed on her.

“I
said to move back.” She tugged on his cock. His mouth parted and he groaned
taking a step back as she commanded. Spray hit them both. Within seconds the
soap was removed from his body.

“Take
a step towards me.” Another tug this time as she zoned in on his head.

Zane
growled as he stepped forward, his mouth opened exposing long, scary looking fangs.
Damned if they didn’t make him look sexier. Deadlier. Who was she kidding, he
was a killing machine. For some ridiculous reason though, this heightened her
excitement.

Here
went nothing. Tanya knew she shouldn’t be doing this but dropped to her knees
anyway.

“What
are you…?” His words turned into a snarl as her lips closed over his head. She
swirled her tongue over the tip before sucking lightly. Another snarl erupted
from above her.

“Whatever
it is…do not stop.” His hips rocked. His hands were fisted at his sides. She
took him deeper, as far as he would go, his head hit against the back of her
throat. He made the cutest little grunting noises as she pulled back. A drop of
precum hit her tongue.
So yummy.
She swirled her tongue over his tip
then circled his rim. She glanced up, dark, dangerous eyes stared back. Every
muscle on his hard body was corded and ready.

It
was time to kick it up a notch.

Tanya
found she was enjoying this. It was a heady feeling to know that she was in
full control of this warrior. In this moment he would probably agree to
anything she demanded just so long as she kept sucking him off. She took one of
his heavy sacs in her hand while taking his cock deep. Zane snarled. If he
liked the feeling of that, then he would enjoy this even more, using a finger,
she massaged the sensitive area of skin directly behind his balls and sucked
his head at the same time.

“Female…”
A warning, a plea? Only one way to find out. Tanya did it again. He grunted
threading his fingers through her hair. His hips jerked as she took him as deep
as she could.

“I’m
going to…” He growled. “I’m nearly…” The hand in her hair tightened clasping
her to him before he removed it fisting it at his side.

Tanya
picked up speed. His body turned to stone. Zane groaned as hot cum spurted into
her mouth. She struggled to swallow the copious amounts. Just when she thought
he was finished another hot spurt, less this time. He growled threading both
hands through her hair in a gentle caress. She slowed, easing the level of
suction.