Vying for his Affection (A Loving Nip Book 19) Page 9

  “I would have helped you with that,” Max stated huskily.

  “Next time,” Rhyme offered, gripping his dick and giving it a cursory stroke. He ached for friction, his balls tingling pleasantly, but he wanted his beloved even more. Drawing on wells of self-control he didn’t realize he had, Rhyme released himself. “Now to take care of you.”

  Rhyme gripped Max’s sneaker and pulled it off, followed by his sock.

  Max chuckled as his toes twitched, betraying his ticklishness. “I think you already took care of me.” He pointed at Rhyme’s swinging dick. “It’s you who needs to be taken care of.” Then Max licked his lips obscenely.

  Moaning, Rhyme felt his cock twitch. “Yes, please.” He wasn’t above begging, but first—”After I undress you.”

  As much as Rhyme wanted to take his time, he’d been good all week. His nerves were shot, and his need beat at his self-control like waves against a rocky surf. He needed his beloved so damn bad.

  “Yeah. Hurry,” Max urged, lifting his hips for Rhyme to pull off his jeans.

  Rhyme then gripped the hem of Max’s polo and tugged it over his head. When he pulled the fabric free of his lover, his beloved’s glasses were askew, and his hair was wild. His gaze was heavy-lidded, and his eyes were dark with desire.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” Rhyme rumbled as he climbed onto the bed. Settling on the bed beside Max, he rested his weight on his right elbow. “Love these,” he commented as he slowly traced along Max’s slender shoulder and the freckles covering them. “So many. Can’t wait to count them.”

  “You’re the gorgeous one,” Max countered, rubbing his palms over Rhyme’s pectorals. Then he skimmed his fingers up to his shoulders and massaged over them. “It’s like you have boulders for shoulders and”—Max scraped his nails down again and tweaked Rhyme’s nipples—”these nubs are begging to be sucked.”

  Moaning, Rhyme stared at Max as hunger surged through him. His cock throbbed where it jutted from his groin, leaking with need. His balls felt heavy and swollen, full to bursting with seed he wanted to use to mark his beloved.

  “Oh, but this looks like it needs to be appreciated even more,” Max all but purred, lowing his hand and cupping Rhyme’s aching erection.

  Rhyme barked a harsh cry as he bucked into Max’s hold, his body moving beyond his control. “M-Max.” He would forever deny the whine in his voice as he rutted into the tight grip his beloved had on him.

  “Come up here, Rhyme,” Max demanded, squeezing his member. “I wanna taste you.”

  “Yes!”

  Rhyme moved swiftly. Reaching under his pillow, he grabbed the lube he’d left there after jacking off that morning. Then he straddled Max’s head with his knees while placing his elbow next to his beloved’s hip.

  As Rhyme popped open the lube, he felt the first wet slide of Max’s tongue sliding up his stalk. “Oh, fuck,” he whined before pouring a liberal dollop onto his fingers. Burying his nose in Max’s red pubes, he inhaled deeply. His senses filled with his human’s earthy, masculine aroma, and Rhyme moaned again. Then he wrapped his lips around his beloved’s crown and sucked lightly. At the same time, he pressed his slick-dampened fingers to Max’s hole.

  Max moaned around Rhyme’s dick, sending shocks of exquisite sensation through his length. While Rhyme knew that it wouldn’t be long before he lost control of his aching testicles, he wanted his beloved to come with him. He utilized his many years of experience and began working Max open in earnest, mercilessly teasing his prostate.

  By the time Rhyme had three fingers in Max’s chute, his little lover was moaning around his dick. His human’s cock leaked copiously into his mouth, offering him a teasing taste of the goodness Rhyme knew he would soon spill. When he pushed in a fourth finger, he rubbed at Max’s prostate while rolling his balls and sucking hard.

  With a choking scream, Max came. Stream after stream of his beloved’s sweet cream filled his mouth. He gulped it down, relishing the slightly salty flavor.

  As soon as Max’s orgasm began to wind down, his beloved squeezed Rhyme’s balls. Groaning around his mouthful, he stopped trying to fight it. His release crashed through him, sending his senses soaring in ecstasy.

  Panting harshly, Rhyme allowed Max’s half-hard prick to slide from between his lips. He rested his sweaty cheek against his beloved’s thigh as he moaned. Only his fear of hurting Max with his big dick kept his hips from rocking.

  All the while, Rhyme remembered to keep his fingers embedded in his man.

  While Rhyme stopped spurting, his dick continued to twitch. He nuzzled his nose against Max’s ball sack, relishing the intimate scent of his man. Sighing, he barely managed to keep from collapsing on his much smaller lover.

  Rhyme stayed that way for several long moments. Then he felt Max slide his tongue under his foreskin, causing tingles to erupt through his groin. When his man shifted his head and suckled ever-so-lightly on his foreskin, Rhyme belted out a cry of delight.

  His cock throbbing once more, Rhyme pulled away from Max. He gently eased his fingers from his lover’s channel before spinning around. Settling between Max’s spread legs, he stared down at his beloved, taking in his flushed body and swollen lips.

  “Oh, little bit,” Rhyme crooned as he levered over him.

  Threading his clean fingers through Max’s hair, Rhyme gripped his length with his other hand. As he jacked himself, slicking his shaft, he pressed a kiss to Max’s lips, then licked inside. Upon tasting himself on his human’s tongue, Rhyme groaned and touched his tongue to the other man’s. When breathing became necessary, Rhyme broke the kiss, smiling upon seeing Max’s glazed expression.

  While scratching Max’s scalp lightly, Rhyme asked, “Would you like me to take you like this? Or would you prefer to ride me?”

  Rhyme knew he was a big man, and if Max was on top, he would have more control over how much he took of him and how fast.

  Max glanced down at Rhyme’s length, then met his gaze. “You wouldn’t mind if we did that?”

  “I would love to watch you bounce on my cock, beloved,” Rhyme crooned hungrily.

  After another second, Max nodded. “Yes, please.”

  Rhyme lifted up, then flopped to the right and rolled to his back. Reaching out, he helped Max straddle his hips. Then he gripped his slicked erection in one hand and his beloved’s hip with the other.

  “Take your time,” Rhyme urged, even though all he wanted to do was buck up and sink deep into his beloved’s ass.

  Max nodded, then began his descent. As soon as his sweet human’s anus touched Rhyme’s crown, Max inhaled deeply, then let it out on a long breath. For a few heartbeats, nothing happened, then Max’s muscled ring stretched, and Rhyme’s knob sank inside his lover’s body.

  Groaning at the exquisite squeeze to his cock’s head, Rhyme sucked in a harsh breath. He tensed his muscles, barely refraining from thrusting. Panting harshly, he watched as Max did the same.

  The slight wince of pain helped Rhyme keep in control, too.

  “W-Wow,” Max mumbled. “You’re huge.”

  Rhyme nodded, knowing his cock was bigger and longer than average. While beads of sweat dripped down his temples, he felt relief that he’d offered this position. Never did he want to hurt his beloved.

  After what felt like hours, but Rhyme knew was only a minute or two, Max began lowering himself. His beloved took his time, lifting and lowering, and Rhyme gripped the comforter in an attempt to keep himself still. He watched with agonizing anticipation as Max’s sweet little hole stretched and swallowed his cock.

  “Oh, wow,” Max mumbled, finally resting his ass against Rhyme’s groin. He panted between parted lips for a few seconds before meeting Rhyme’s gaze. While blushing, Max admitted, “I wasn’t certain I could take you.”

  Rhyme rubbed Max’s thighs. “I knew you could do it.” Moving his hand to his beloved’s groin, he began to jack Max’s dick. It had softened a little while Max had sank onto him, so he brought it back to full ar
ousal. “You were made for me,” Rhyme countered, cradling and rolling Max’s ball sack. “You are perfect, my beloved.”

  Max’s chin tipped up, and he groaned. After a few seconds, he began to move. Ever-so-slowly, he rose up a bit, rutting into Rhyme’s fingers, then sank back onto his thickness.

  Gasping, Max rested his palms on Rhyme’s torso. As his movements became sure, he opened his mouth and began to pant. His pulse thudded under his flesh, making Rhyme’s mouth water and his fangs ache.

  “You gonna come for me, my beloved?” Rhyme desperately wanted that, wanted to be painted with his beloved’s seed. “Spray me, Max,” he urged. “Mark me. I’m yours.”

  Max shuddered as he held Rhyme’s gaze. With his jaw slack, he slammed down onto Rhyme’s erection once more, then froze. His dick throbbed in his hold, pulsing and spewing streak after streak of seed across Rhyme’s torso.

  The gorgeous view of Max painting his torso caused his balls to tingle. Combined with the breath-taking squeeze to his erection, Rhyme lost any hope for control. His testicles tightened, and his cock shot, erupting within the confines of his beloved’s channel.

  Wrapping his arms around Max’s torso, Rhyme encouraged him down. As soon as his neck came within striking distance, he sank his fangs deep into his flesh. His beloved’s delicious life-fluid burst across his taste buds.

  Rhyme moaned against Max’s sweet skin. He licked and sucked, filling his mouth over and over with his human’s blood and twining their lives for eternity. Feeling his lover tremble in his grip as well as the warmth of more seed spreading between them, Rhyme gloried in the knowledge that he’d pleased Max once again.

  Easing his teeth from Max’s shoulder, Rhyme swiped over the bite wound, closing it. He hummed as he licked his lips, enjoying the sight of the small, beautiful scar he’d left behind.

  My mark.

  “My beloved,” Rhyme whispered into Max’s ear. Holding him close, he rubbed up and down his spine as he nuzzled his temple. “So perfect. So beautiful. And all mine.”

  Max turned his head and smiled up at him. “Okay. I’ll move in.”

  “You will?” Rhyme grinned, even as shock filled him.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Then Max’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam. “As long as you promise multiple orgasms every night.”

  Barking a laugh, Rhyme planted a hard peck to his mouth before whispering, “Done.”

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  Three days later, Basques drove a coven SUV deep into the woods. Second Ridger sat in the passenger seat, staring out the windshield. Enforcer Carmine and Tracker Kraymer sat in the middle captains chairs.

  As they turned to head down a long, winding driveway, Kraymer leaned forward and asked, “Have you guys ever met a gargoyle before?”

  Basques glanced in his rearview mirror at the excited expression on the young tracker’s face. At barely thirty-eight, the vampire was still considered wet behind the ears, regardless of his extraordinary aptitude for tracking. Times like these reminded Basques of that fact.

  “Yeah,” Ridger answered. “We visited this clutch almost fifty years ago and met with Chieftain Grecian.” Smirking, he added, “He was sort of a dick.”

  “Hopefully Chieftain Kinsey will be an improvement,” Basques commented. Then he admitted, “But if he was brutish enough to fight through the inner circle and still beat Grecian, well... I’m not holding out much hope.”

  “Remember to be on your best behavior,” Ridger warned. “We would prefer to keep the peace.”

  “Why would they want a fight, anyway?” Kraymer asked, his confusion clear in his tone. “What use would living near a city be to gargoyles in hiding?”

  “Maybe to help them find mates easier?” Carmine guessed before shrugging his wide shoulders. “Doesn’t matter. That’s our home, and they can’t have it.” He grinned, showing off his fangs. “But I’ll be good.”

  Ridger snorted. “Glad to hear it.”

  “Especially since we’re here,” Basques commented with a chuckle, parking the vehicle to the left of the large lodge-style home’s big, four-car garage. “You two pull the mead barrels out of the back while we knock.”

  “Yes, sir,” both men replied almost in unison.

  As soon as Basques slipped from the vehicle, the hairs on his nape once again stood on end. He ignored the desire to rub them, unwilling to betray his unease. As paranormals, the gargoyles would be able to scent it easily enough as it was.

  “Looks like the welcoming party,” Ridger murmured as soon as Basques joined him beside the passenger door.

  Basques followed his second’s gaze to the front door, which stood open. Three gargoyles were standing on the deck. All three stood well over six feet tall, probably pushing six-foot-six and up. As was traditional for a gargoyle, they all wore a loincloth around their hips, which showcased their thickly muscled torsos and limbs.

  The biggest of the lot at around six-foot-ten, a dark-green gargoyle, spoke as Basques and Ridger approached.

  “Welcome to the Aerasceatle clutch,” he greeted, holding out his black-clawed hand. “I’m Second Destrawn.”

  “Second Ridger,” the vampire greeted, taking the male’s hand. “And this is Head Enforcer Basques. Thank you for allowing us in your people’s territory today.”

  Destrawn offered a wide, toothy smile. “You come bearing aged mead, so of course, we’d say yes.” He took a step backward as he chuckled. “That and we know your coven was on cordial terms with this clutch’s prior chieftain. It’s only natural that you’d want to meet the new one.” Beckoning, Destrawn added, “Come on. I’ll introduce you to Chieftain Kinsey.”

  Basques flanked Ridger, falling into step at his left shoulder. He noticed that Carmine and Kraymer handed off the mead barrels to the other pair of gargoyles who’d been waiting on the porch. Then the vampire pair flanked Basques and Ridger.

  Destrawn led the way down the hall and through a door on the right, not caring in the least when the pair with the mead went another direction. Basques figured the massive, six-foot-ten gargoyle was either confident in his skills or figured they weren’t a threat. When they entered the room, Basques decided it was a little bit of both.

  Three others waited.

  A big, broad gargoyle with yellowish-orange skin stood on the far side of the large great room near the fireplace. He was the shortest at around six-foot-six and had his arm around a small, slender human. A powder-gray gargoyle stood near a sofa, and he split the difference at six-foot-eight.

  Gods, I forgot how big these fuckers can be.

  As Basques had suspected, the male holding the human introduced himself as Chieftain Kinsey. The human was his mate, Jimmy. Basques learned that the gray male was Enforcer Sethnos.

  They had just finished introductions and pleasantries when a soft knock sounded on the door. Second Destrawn crossed to the door and opened it, revealing a gargoyle smaller than Basques had ever seen before. He was pushing a trolley which held an array of drinks and finger foods.

  The pale-blue-hided gargoyle only stood five-foot-ten, and his long white hair hung almost to his waist, even in the half dozen braids it was kept in. Not only that, but the male didn’t appear to have any wings, although Basques did spot some extra folds of skin along his underarms and sides.

  Huh. Odd.

  Just as Basques turned his attention back to Chieftain Kinsey, who was offering them refreshments, a rich, earthy scent tickled his senses. Inhaling deeply, Basques almost groaned. The mouth-watering fragrance seemed to combine with blood-rich iron in a way that slammed him with lust.

  For the first time in centuries, Basques’s control slipped. His eyes hazed as he riveted his gaze back on the little gargoyle. Groaning, he mapped the heated lines flowing through the small male.

  Realization hit.

  Holy shit! I think th
is male is my beloved.

  In hindsight, Basques realized he should have said that out loud, but instead, he blurted, “Gods, I want your blood in the worst way.”

  About the Author

  Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.

  She can be reached at ch.richards2010@yahoo.com

  Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com

 

 

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