Channeling the Womanizer’s Lust

by Charlie Richards

  Into the Paranormal World: When a woman-loving player finds himself unexpectedly lusting after a male, he discovers the power of the paranormal.

  Over the last couple of years, Mitch Lindson has watched his buddies fall in love and bond with gargoyles. He’s happy that they’re happy... but he doesn’t understand it. Settling down with one person isn’t even a blip on his radar, yet. On top of that, all gargoyles are male. Mitch used to double date with his friends. He can’t figure out their sudden switch. When the gargoyle Kardamon breaks up his bid to seduce a daughter of one of the paranormals, Mitch is shocked to feel arousal for the male. Confused, he runs. The dreams start shortly thereafter, leaving him horny and dissatisfied. When he discovers he can’t slake his lust in his usual fashion, Mitch’s frustration grows. It doesn’t help that Kardamon manages to seek him out at unexpected times and in secluded places, driving his unexpected and unwanted desire higher. Facing off against Kardamon, can Mitch find a way to get the blue gargoyle out of his system without his life being turned upside down?

  Reader Advisory: Lady bits are spoken of in this story, however, no m/f intercourse takes place.

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  Channeling the Womanizer’s Lust

  Copyright © 2018 Charlie Richards

  ISBN: 978-1-4874-2022-2

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  Channeling the Womanizer’s Lust

  A Paranormal’s Love: Book Twenty-Three

  By

  Charlie Richards

  Dedication

  We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

  ~Joseph Campbell

  Chapter One

  Easing from the bed, Mitch Lindson did his best to keep from jostling his bed partner. He sure as hell didn’t want to wake Sylvia. To his relief, when Mitch reached his feet and swept his gaze over the blonde, he saw she continued to sleep.

  Mitch took a minute to admire Sylvia’s smooth, flushed skin and the swell of her breasts. His fingers twitched with the desire to rub over her nipples again, the buds already swollen from when he’d sucked them a couple of hours before. While the blanket covered her from the waist down, he knew it’d be so easy to slide it down and reveal her—

  Cutting off his train of thought, Mitch grinned down at his thickening cock. “No,” he whispered, waggling his finger at his dick. Realizing what he did, Mitch rolled his eyes, then bent and grabbed his pants.

  While Mitch dressed, he kept glancing toward the woman in the bed. He just couldn’t resist. Mitch loved titties—how they looked, how they felt filling his palms, how they moved when he fondled them. The bigger, the better.

  Still, Mitch knew he couldn’t go another round with her. He’d already fucked Sylvia twice before they’d fallen asleep in a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied bodies. If he woke her and asked for more, she might begin thinking their encounter meant something more than it did.

  Mitch didn’t do commitment. There were too many women to explore, too many bodies to admire. Hell, Mitch even loved screwing fat chicks because their tits were bigger.

  After dressing, Mitch did a quick check to make certain his wallet or keys hadn’t fallen from his pockets. He had been in a hurry to get out of his clothes, after all. Once Mitch was certain he had everything, he crept from the bedroom, carrying his sneakers in one hand.

  Locking the front door behind him, Mitch left the home. He paused just long enough to slip his feet into his untied shoes, then trotted down the stairs. After climbing into his car, he looked back at the house for an instant before driving away.

  Mitch had to admit, Sylvia had been a pretty good screw. If he could figure out if she wouldn’t get clingy, it would be fun to explore her body again.

  Shaking his head at the odd thought, Mitch grinned. “Naw, too many other chicks to bed.”

  Turning on the radio, Mitch bobbed his head along with the music as he drove back to the dorm. He hummed and tapped his left foot as he mumbled a word or two. While he couldn’t sing his way out of a paper bag, he still enjoyed music.

  At least not being able to carry a tune doesn’t affect my dancing.

  Mitch was damn fantastic at cutting a rug, and it was a good thing, too. His best buds—Andre, Aziel, and Aaden—who used to go to bars and clubbing with him, were all hitched. Within the last couple years, they’d all settled down with men. Not just that, they were paranormal men!

  Holy fucking shit, gargoyles and shifters and vampires are real!

  That knowledge still blew his mind.

  It’d all started when Andre had been out jogging at night, and when he’d returned to the trailhead, his truck wouldn’t start. A strange, reclusive dude had stumbled upon him and called in another odd guy for help. The guy had hidden in the shadows, not allowing Andre to see him.

  How weird was that?

  Mitch had talked Andre and Aziel into sneaking onto the estate where they’d thought the mysterious men lived. Boy, had they found out more than they ever thought possible. Mitch had sort of freaked out, but the revelation that gargoyles existed could do that to a guy.

  They’d all agreed never to tell a soul, and they hadn’t.

  While the paranormals had allowed them all to leave, Andre and Aziel had continued to visit.

  Andre had fallen in love with a small purple gargoyle named Sumak. The gargoyle had claimed that he and Andre were something called mates. Evidently, paranormals believed that Fate provided them a soul mate to bond with, so they wouldn’t be lonely while living their long, long life, and Andre was Sumak’s.

  Mitch hadn’t minded that his buddy had turned out to be a homo. Andre was still the same in his eyes, plus it meant more ladies for the rest of them. Too bad Andre’s family didn’t feel that way. Over a year and a half later, they were still dealing with Andre’s asshole family—except for Andre’s brother, Mace. He was the exception, and he had a gargoyle mate of his own named Kort.

  Turning his car into his dorm’s parking lot pulled Mitch out of his thoughts. He parked, then stared at the dorm, frowning. The place would only be his home for another week, and he still hadn’t managed to find an apartment. That was in big part due to the fact that his parents kept sabotaging his efforts to get a job.

  Mitch had never told his buddies that he was a trust fund baby. Since their pal, Aziel, hadn’t told anyone that he was practically a certified genius until just the prior year, he didn’t feel too bad about that. His friends just thought he had a huge allowance from his folks.

  Not entirely
true.

  Pushing out of his old, vintage Mustang, Mitch closed the door and admired his baby. He rubbed his hand over the hood, deciding it was in need of a wash. Grinning, he strode up the walk as he thought about getting some lady attention from washing his baby without a shirt on.

  Awesome idea!

  Finding a new home that wasn’t moving back in with his parents could totally wait.

  Mitch had no desire to give in to his parents’ desires—marry one of their rich friends’ daughter, then go into the family business—investing.

  Boring!

  While Mitch understood investing and would never be poor since he could live off the dividends of his trust fund, he didn’t want to do it all day every day. Problem was, he didn’t actually know what he did want to do. School and football had given him the opportunity to fill the hours of his day and feel normal.

  Something his childhood had sorely lacked.

  Striding into the dorm, Mitch wasn’t surprised to find the place nearly empty. Not only were half the rooms already vacated, but it wasn’t yet five o’clock in the morning. To Mitch’s surprise, he spotted Aziel exiting his room, his bathing kit in hand.

  “Yo, Z,” Mitch greeted, grinning at his buddy. He met the gaze of his hulking, six-foot-six, black friend’s gaze. “What ya doin’ in these parts at this hour?”

  While Andre had spent so much time at the gargoyles’ estate because he was in a relationship with one, Mitch hadn’t figured Aziel’s interest in the place was the free food. Plus, his friend had seemed fascinated by the idea of paranormals. It wasn’t until he’d discovered that Aziel was majoring in botany with a minor in plant studies that it had truly made sense. He did a lot of homework and projects out there. Eventually, he’d stumbled across a giant otter shifter named Jerome, who’d ended up being his mate.

  Aziel had been the third to find his mate with the paranormals, if he didn’t count Tian, who hadn’t been that close of a friend at the time. The ex-cop had been posing as a college student while working undercover. In his pursuit of solving his case, Tian had managed an invite to the estate and had learned about gargoyles. He’d also ended up with a gargoyle mate of his own.

  Go figure.

  “Hey, Mitch.” Aziel swept his gaze over Mitch’s rumpled clothes, then gave him a cheeky grin. “Just crawling in, huh?”

  Mitch lifted his hand for a fist bump. “You know it.”

  After Aziel had tapped his thick knuckles against Mitch’s, he told him, “Jerome took over Greg’s night watch rotation because his daughter came down with a cold, and he doesn’t want his mate to have to care for her.” Aziel glanced around furtively, probably making certain that they were alone in the hallway, then leaned toward Mitch and whispered, “Stacey is human and pregnant, so Greg’s worried. Ya know?”

  Nodding, Mitch understood. Greg was a gargoyle tracker in the Falias clutch. He’d heard that his mate was pregnant with their third. So far, they’d had two girls. Their oldest was ten, which meant the one sick must be their five-year-old.

  Mitch couldn’t imagine raising kids. While he appreciated women’s attributes, condoms were his best friend. Plus he was fastidious about expiration dates. No way did he want to have a contraceptive mishap.

  Just the idea caused a shudder to work through him.

  “You okay?”

  Nodding, Mitch admitted, “Kids.” He shook his head. “Not for me, man, but good on ‘em.” Ready for a subject change, something that didn’t make his balls threaten to draw up into his abdomen, he asked, “So you decided to sleep here?”

  Aziel nodded. “Yeah. Finished packing up my room last night.” He shuffled a little. Somehow a blush stained his already dark brown cheeks. “I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d get cleaned up and head back there. Jerome is supposed to be off at seven. Wanna be there waiting for him.”

  Mitch nodded. “Gotcha.” He waggled his brows. “Gonna be in bed naked, waiting to treat your man, right?”

  While Mitch didn’t understand how his buddies had all crossed to the other side of the sexual orientation fence, he certainly didn’t have a problem with it. Well, mostly, anyway. He did miss going out and carousing with the guys.

  Even Aaden had found a mate with the gargoyles. Due to their promise, they’d had to lie to him about what had happened when they’d snuck onto the estate. Aaden had discovered something disturbing regarding Andre’s family and couldn’t get hold of him, so he’d gone to the estate looking for him. Aaden had met the gargoyle, Grigoris, and had ended up bonding with him.

  Aziel shifted from foot to foot, clearly disconcerted with Mitch’s teasing. “Uh, w-well—” He paused and cleared his throat, then returned his focus to Mitch. “So, where are you moving to? Find an apartment, yet?”

  The subject change wasn’t subtle, but Mitch didn’t mind. “Naw, not yet.”

  “You know I bet you could snag a room at the estate.” Aziel scratched idly at his broad, defined pectoral. “Maelgwn probably wouldn’t mind.”

  Mitch nodded slowly. That thought had actually crossed his mind. Every time he’d applied for an apartment, somehow his parents had found out. They’d made certain another tenant turned up who got it instead.

  At least, Mitch was damn certain it was his family causing it. His luck couldn’t be that bad, after all. No way could every single apartment in town suddenly be occupied.

  “I might have to ask the chief about that,” Mitch admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort. “I’ve applied for at least a dozen apartments and—” He shook his head, scowling.

  “There’s a barbeque at the estate tonight in celebration of our graduation. Come and ask him.”

  Mitch nodded slowly, the idea growing on him. “Yeah.” No way would his parents be able to stop him from getting a room there. Mitch grinned. “What time?”

  At half-past eight, Mitch drove his Mustang to the gargoyles’ estate. He stopped at the gate, leaned out the window, and entered his code into the gate box. While Mitch rarely visited the place, since all gargoyles were male, leaving him with little eye-candy, he’d been given a free pass to come and go.

  Once the gate had opened wide enough, Mitch continued down the long driveway. His stomach rumbled, and his mouth watered. It was a little later than Mitch normally ate dinner, and his body was telling him so.

  Barbeques thrown by the gargoyle clutch always started late, however, since the unmated males slept as stone statues during the day.

  The sun was setting, and Mitch knew if he stayed outside, he would probably be able to make out movement on the roof of the estates’ home—gargoyles waking from their daily sleep.

  Mitch didn’t bother. He’d seen it before. Instead, after parking his car, he hustled to the patio, then made his way around the side of the home. Mitch knew that Roman and Kort—the gargoyle chef mated with Tian, as well as his second-in-the-kitchen, who was mated with Mace—would be setting everything out.

  Just as Mitch had suspected, before he’d even reached the back of the building, he heard the sound of people talking and laughing. A grin split his lips. He recognized a couple of the voices as his buddies.

  Rounding the corner, Mitch swept his gaze over the huge, wooden deck. He spotted Andre chatting with Aaden. Both men carried large platters of food.

  “Hey, guys!”

  Mitch waved as he strode toward them. His friends responded with greetings as they put down the food on long tables set up along the side of the deck. After exchanging fist-bumps with his pals, Mitch glanced around at the activity. It seemed not everything was set up.

  “Can I help out?” Mitch asked, returning his focus to Andre and Aaden.

  “Sure, man,” Andre replied. “More hands are always welcome, according to Tian.”

  Aaden snorted. “I’m not so sure his mate agrees.” He led the way toward a cooler and bent, opening it. After fishing out three beers and passing one on to Mitch, who took it gratefully, Aaden added,
“Roman would rather not have extra people milling around his kitchen.”

  As Andre twisted off the cap of his beer, he laughed. “Well, sure. That’s why we get food through the pass-through in the dining hall.” Andre winked before taking a swig of his drink.

  Mitch opened his own beer and swallowed several mouthfuls. He followed the others as they headed toward the back door. When Andre and Aaden set their beers on a table beside the door, he took a couple more swallows and did the same.

  For the next twenty minutes, Mitch helped his friends transfer trays upon trays of food from the kitchen to the deck. He even carefully stood on a deck railing, holding the corner post for support, and helped hang the Happy Graduation banner. While Aaden held the other end and Aziel and Andre tied everything in place, he laughed.

  “Is it odd that we’re putting the final touches on our own graduation barbeque?” Mitch waggled his brows as he and his friends exchanged glances. He noticed everyone sported wide grins. After jumping down, he commented, “I mean, isn’t this celebration for us?”

  Aziel rumbled a low chuckle. “Sorry, man.” He shrugged his huge shoulders. “Heard from Jerome this morning that Elder Bodb is returning with another elder. They ended up really busy today preparing suites for two elders and eight royal enforcers.”

  Mitch laughed, recalling that he’d been bummed about missing out on meeting Elder Bodb the first time he’d been there. “Nice! I’ve never met an elder before. Think I’ll get to since they seem to be crashing our graduation party?” Sobering, he added, “And what are they doing here, anyway?”

  “From what I hear, they’re giving Chieftain Maelgwn a report about what happened to Gabe as well as the gargoyle from that other clutch, Festian.” Aziel held up his hand, which Aaden took, and helped the other man off the railing. Then he turned to face Mitch. “And I have no idea if they’re going to join us at any time.”