Part 4
Chapter 1
In one fluid motion, she caught the long foil strip while never once taking her soft chestnut eyes from his. The condoms didn’t look right in her hand. His future mate should never have a need for them.
His female wore a short, thin robe. The blue silk barely covered the top part of her thighs only just managing to conceal her sex. The fact that the robe was spattered with blood had his heart racing. He clenched his fists at his sides, unused to the emotions that coursed through him. She was, after all, the future of his coven and if anything happened to her his species would be in ruin. That must be why he felt this way. It was the only logical reason he could come up with.
The female scented strongly of Brant, telling him that she had most likely rutted with his enemy recently.
Enemy. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but to think of the implications of what he was encouraging to happen. If things worked out, he would have to try and think of Brant in different terms. He had to admit, even though Brant could be a bit of a…pain in the ass, he’d never truly hated the male. It was his birth obligation to do so. What amazed him the most though was that he wasn’t offended by the scent of the other male on his female.
Watching this enticing human take her pleasure from Brant had almost made him lose his load straight into the tight confines of his pants like a juvenile youngster. Especially hearing the female’s scream as she was dragged over the edge with his fingers on her clit. She was some female, so soft, yet hard in all the right places. So tight that his dick twitched just thinking about it.
His eyes dropped to her breasts, jutting points stabbed at the soft robe. One pull on the tie and she would be all his. He took a step towards her just as she threw the condoms onto the ground.
“Good choice, sweetness.” He unsnapped the first button on his pants. Brant growled low and deep, a definite warning. Zane kept his eyes on the female.
“I’m not having sex with a cheating bastard.” She laughed but the sound held no humor. “Been there done that. I even have the t-shirt.” A sharp pungent scent rolled off her, it hit him square on. It radiated off his female. The sour aroma of pain.
The need to draw blood hit him and adrenaline surged. Zane was on Brant in a second. It was only the sound of the female screaming that kept him from pummelling the other male. Instead he gripped Brant by the throat. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
Small, useless taps rained on his back. “Let go of him you brute.” The human insisted on punching him even though it would be hurting her more than him.
“You have three seconds to get your hands off of me.” Brant’s eyes had narrowed. They were glowing.
He heard his female grunt as her little foot connected with his calf. Zane decided to let go of Brant before the human did herself damage.
“Not him you idiot!” she shrieked.
Zane took a step back so that he could see the female as well as keep Brant in his line of vision.
“Don’t do that again,” Brant spoke through clenched teeth.
“Who hurt you?” Zane kept his eyes on his birth enemy even though he was addressing his female. Their two covens needed this union , but he didn’t necessarily need to like the male in front of him. They just needed to get along enough to make this work.
“You hurt me you bastard!” the female spat at him.
Confusion clouded his thoughts for a few beats.
The human made a sound of frustration and pulled the robe more firmly around herself, crossing her arms over her chest. He couldn’t help it when his eyes dropped to the deep cleavage the motion had created.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that. Especially since you already had your fill of the females at your coven. I’m sure Charlotte was in your bed the moment I left. The spot barely cold.” Her eyes blazed, her lips pouted, her cheeks flushed.
She was jealous as hell. Zane barely managed to keep himself from grinning. So she was quite happy to go from one king to the other, yet didn’t want him rutting with any other female in her absence. Zane shook his head. “I told you that only once we are mated will I agree to a monogamous relationship.”
She stomped her foot and her hands flew to her hips. “I won’t have it. You can turn and leave right now. I might be a little bit plump and just a human but I deserve some sort of respect, and I won’t have the other vampire women laughing behind my back because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.” She stomped again. “If I walk in on you with one of them I swear to God…” A tear tracked down her cheek. It felt like someone fisted his heart making it hard to breath, to think.