Author Charlie Richards

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Vying for his Affection

A Loving Nip: Book Nineteen

Just a little Love Bite: After making a joke that's taken the wrong way by his beloved, a vampire must use in the book to earn forgiveness.

At five-foot-two and skinny to boot, Maximus Bonner has always been a little sensitive about his size. When he's forced by his job to attend a team building activity at Rolling Meadows Ranch and Resort, his worst fears are realized--outdoor activities. On top of that, he overhears the hottest cowboy on the place making fun of 'the little stringbean'. His anger getting the best of him, Max lodges a complaint against the sexy man.

As a vampire, Rhyme Mythstone has been waiting for his beloved for over a century. Imagine his surprise when he comes in the form a tiny, slip of a readhead with a fiery temper. With one teasing comment, his chance at wooing the human goes up in flames. Max wants nothing to do with him. Can Rhyme figure out a way to prove that he loves his beloved's size and can make him happy?

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    Over the next several minutes, Rhyme and Murdoch went through the process of assigning horses and getting everyone comfortable in the saddle. When Murdoch moved toward the little guy at the end to finish the process, Rhyme gripped his upper arm, staying the action. “This one’s mine,” he murmured upon seeing the fellow vampire’s surprise.

“You sure?” his friend muttered back. “Doesn’t seem to want much to do with you.”

“I’ll have to fix that, then, won’t I?” Rhyme didn’t extrapolate. There wasn’t time. “Start the usual spiel.”

Murdoch nodded and headed toward the front of the group, not questioning him again. As a lower ranking enforcer for their vampire coven, his buddy wouldn’t question him. Murdoch would follow Rhyme’s orders.

“I’m sorry you thought I was making fun of you,” Rhyme stated after stopping next to the man on Lily. He rested his hand on his knee and squeezed lightly. “It wasn’t my intention.”

The human peered down at him with narrowed eyes. “How else should I have taken being called the little stringbean?” There was a snarl in his tenor voice. “Get your hand off me.”

Rhyme grimaced as he lifted his hands in placation. “Okay. You’re right. That was thoughtless of me.” Scowling at his memory of their first meeting, he grumbled, “And you called me oversized, so I don’t know if you have any room to talk. I’m only six-foot-two.”

“With a giant frame,” the man pointed out, stabbing his finger in the air at his torso. “Wide shoulders, big pecs. I bet you even have a six-pack under there. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Just adjust my stirrups and let’s get on with this bullshit company activity.”

Swallowing hard, Rhyme tried to figure out what he could say to mend the rift that his overheard comment had created. Shouldn’t the pull to bond be working in his favor? He’d seen it happen with other vampires.

Doing as the man had ordered, Rhyme swiftly adjusted the length of the stirrups to a more comfortable position for the man. Once he was done, he couldn’t resist gripping his calf and helping him getting his foot in the stirrup. He squeezed lightly along the skinny calf, rubbing his thumb over the faint muscle.

“Damn, you’re skinny.” The words were out of Rhyme’s mouth before he could stop them. All his focus was on touching the slender man on the horse before him and how it made his blood burn and thud through his veins. “So fucking—”

“Shut the fuck up,” the human snarled, jerking his foot away from Rhyme’s hand. “I said get your hands off me.”

In the process, the man slammed his heel into Lily’s side. The mare jerked and shifted sideways, instantly responding to the unexpected pressure. She didn’t have far to go, considering Jake stood next to her.

Still, it was enough.

The man lost his balance and tumbled toward Rhyme, squeaking in alarm. On instinct, he caught the human. As luck would have it, the man knocked Rhyme’s hat from his head with his flailing limbs, then slammed one palm into his face and the other to his shoulder.

Rhyme couldn’t help but gasp, which caused his fang to scrape over the human’s palm. The man’s blood oozed from the scratch, filling his mouth. The sweet metallic taste caused Rhyme’s vampiric instincts to flare to life as his entire body surged with hunger.

Mine!

“Let go of me, goddammit!”

Coming back to himself with a mental thud, Rhyme realized that he was holding his sweet beloved around his waist. He had his face tucked against the man’s neck and he was inhaling his scent. Rhyme even rubbed his right hand up and down his near leg, since the other one was still draped over the saddle.

Lily had calmed. Probably thanks to Murdoch, who stood at her head, rubbing her nose. His fellow vampire stared at him quizzically.

Unable to explain right then, Rhyme settled his beloved, the human he hoped to soon make his forever bonded love, back into the saddle. It took every damn scrap of self-control he had to release him.

As Rhyme nodded at Murdoch and joined him before the group, he prayed his aching erection wasn’t noticeable, since his flannel over-shirt was untucked. Listening to his fellow vampire start the instruction spiel they gave every time they took a group on a trail ride, one thought reverberated through his mind.

I met my beloved, and I don’t even know his name.