Cracking the Big Lug's Shell
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Charlie Richards
Word Count :30867
Publication Date :2016-09-16
Series : Wolves of Stone Ridge#37
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Category : Erotic Romance
- Product Code: 978-1-4874-0893-0
Out of the Cage: Occasionally, the paranormal is not the aggressor.
The vampire Vadim Kuznetsov has watched every member of his family find their beloveds—the other halves of their souls. Some were able to connect fairly easily, while others had a rocky road. They all seem happy, though. Vadim wants that for himself, but fears it as well. He’s a big man, and his anatomy is even larger. So impressive, in fact, that some lovers have complained. What if he hurts his beloved? Joining his family at a restaurant, Vadim’s worst fears are realized. He meets his beloved, the human Kendrick Hollister, who turns out to be a small, slender male. The boisterous human is straightforward with his interest, but Vadim’s concerns hold him back. Between Kendrick’s past lover creating problems and his own fears, can Vadim accept Fate’s gift of the small, feisty human?
Vadim turned away from the sight, focusing on Borscht. His eldest brother offered him a wry smile as he murmured, “I tried to help you, bro. I told you not to be late.”
Nodding, Vadim shrugged. “Eh, I was running background checks, then got interrupted when I spotted Samantha online,” he admitted, glancing around furtively. “I—Oh!” Seeing the waiter enter, carrying a tray laden with drinks, Vadim couldn’t help letting the word of surprise slip from between his lips. The man was, in a word, stunning.
The waiter couldn’t have weighed more than a buck-twenty. His torso appeared lean and toned, even covered by the white, buttoned-down shirt. He wore a pair of slim-fit, black slacks that hugged his thighs to perfection.
Vadim felt his fingers twitch with the sudden urge to touch the slight human. He wanted to run his fingers through the sexy male’s vibrant orange hair. Damn, how did one come by hair that color? It wasn’t so much a bright orange, but the fiery color of the sunset.
The short locks were swept away from the server’s face with what was probably gel. Vadim wanted to slide his fingers through the strands and discover if they were soft. If they were stiff from gel, could he rub away the lubricant and make them fall across the man’s forehead?
Unfortunately, Vadim knew he couldn’t. The human couldn’t have been more than five-foot-five. He looked so damn fragile. Vadim could so easily break him.
Vadim’s cock twitched, reminding him of something else he wouldn’t be able to do to the man. No way could the slender human handle him. Hell, he’d had bigger men than that guy complain.
“I took the liberty of ordering a Hefeweizen for you,” Borscht stated, redrawing Vadim’s attention. “Hope that’s okay.”
While Vadim immediately responded in the affirmative, he couldn’t keep his focus on his brother for long. A fragrant, sweet scent mixed with apples reached his senses. It reminded him of a fresh baked apple pie drizzled with maple syrup. It made his mouth water…and his cock thickened and throbbed in his jeans. Even his fangs ached.
Vadim’s eyes widened as he once again focused on the human male. The man had reached Natalia and Marlin. He was setting drinks in front of the pair, who were seated across from him and Borscht.
The only other single person Vadim noticed was Viktor Minsky, a good friend of his youngest brother’s, Tullion. Tullion had been framed by his ex-coven’s enforcer, forcing him to live life on the run for several months. During that time, he’d met his beloved, Toby, and Viktor—who’d been attempting to gather information to clear Tullion’s name—had been tortured.
Viktor still looked more slender than what Vadim remembered, but his body appeared to have mended. With the way he laughed and joked with Tullion and Zakhar, it seemed his mind had as well. He at least appeared care-free and relaxed.
Vadim couldn’t have felt wound tighter if he’d tried. It took every bit of concentration not to vibrate out of his seat with his need to taste the pretty human’s blood. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the man as he rounded the table.
Good gods! The human is heading right toward me. What do I do?