Channeling the Womanizer’s Lust

by Charlie Richards

  Mitch moaned as he took in Kardamon’s hungry, feral expression. Never had he been the recipient of such a look. This gargoyle needed him beyond all reason.

  “R-Right.”

  Returning his focus to gloving up his gargoyle’s dick, Mitch rolled the latex down his shaft. Kardamon groaned, shuddering under his ministrations. It was a snug fit and didn’t reach the base, but they weren’t using it for its intended purpose anyway.

  “M-Mitch, shit!” Kardamon flopped onto his back, spreading his wings across the bed. A hard shudder racked his body as his gloved cock jerked and twitched at his groin. “I-I, tight... please!”

  Mitch gaped for a several seconds as he took in the gorgeous sight. The huge male was stretched out on the bed, his neck was arched, and his fingers twitched. Kardamon’s nostrils flared, and he peered at Mitch, stark need tightening his features.

  “Did my touch really do that to you?” Mitch asked in wonder.

  Kardamon’s hand trembled as he reached out to him.

  No way will I leave this gorgeous beast hanging.

  Sliding close, Mitch levered over Kardamon. He rested his right hand on the male’s thick thigh and most of his weight on his left forearm. While sliding his left arm up the comforter so he could thread his fingers into Kardamon’s long, white hair, Mitch scraped the fingernails of his right hand up and up.

  Mitch held Kardamon’s gaze as he wrapped his fingers around the gargoyle’s covered erection. “Let go, Kard,” Mitch urged as he began jacking him tightly. “Fill this condom so we can transfer your seed to my chute.” Mitch grinned down at Kardamon. “Got any idea how weird that just sounded?”

  Kardamon’s laugh sounded rough. “Just keep touching me. Oh, Mitch! So good.” He opened his mouth on a throaty grunt. “Wondered if you ever would.”

  “Yeah, I’m gonna touch you all over,” Mitch declared. “And eventually taste you, too.”

  With the way Kardamon responded to him, Mitch knew it was true, too. His curiosity would get the better of him. He would want to know what Kardamon’s dick tasted like.

  Someday.

  Starting with what Mitch loved—nipples—he leaned down and stuck out his tongue. He laved over the hard blue bud, then scraped his tooth over it, finishing by wrapping his lips around it and sucking... hard. Smug satisfaction filled him upon hearing Kardamon’s bellow of pleasure and feeling how his body arched.

  Even the dick in his grip jerked and twitched.

  Mitch released Kardamon’s erection in favor of skimming his fingertips downward. Gently cradling the soft skin of the gargoyle’s sack, he carefully manipulated the large orbs he found within. At the same time, he bit Kardamon’s bud... hard.

  Kardamon’s scream was one of pure bliss. His testicles pulled tight, out of Mitch’s palm.

  Continuing to tighten his jaw, Mitch peered down at the gargoyle’s jutting erection. He watched in fascination as the male filled the condom. Sliding his thumb upward, he pressed it to the base of Kardamon’s erection, allowing him to feel the hard pulses surging through him.

  Mitch almost jerked his head up when he tasted iron. Instead, he remembered their need to exchange blood and sucked on the area. Keeping his teeth embedded on Kardamon’s chest, he worked them a little, getting more of the male’s life-giving fluid into his mouth.

  Swallowing it, Mitch decided it didn’t taste too bad. On top of that, with the way Kardamon had reacted to getting bitten, he would definitely be doing it again.

  Finally easing his teeth free, Mitch lifted his head. At the same time, he moved his hand to the base of the condom. He peered at Kardamon’s face, finding himself mesmerized by the stunning male’s expression. Somehow he appeared blissed-out while still looking hungry.

  It was so hot that Mitch actually found his balls aching just from the sight of it.

  Drawing on years of practice, Mitch eased the condom off Kardamon’s slightly softened prick, all while holding the gargoyle’s gaze. “Now then,” he held up the fluid-filled latex. “How shall we get this into my ass?”

  Letting out a feral snarl, Kardamon lunged at him.

  Mitch laughed as he was tackled to the bed. As Kardamon captured his mouth, sinking his tongue past his lips, he had just enough presence of mind to press the condom closed. He met Kardamon’s tongue with his own, teasing along the longer, slenderer appendage.

  For several long minutes, Mitch made out with Kardamon. They mapped each other’s mouths, their tongues tangling. He found he enjoyed teasing along Kardamon’s sharp teeth, liking how it caused him to grunt and groan.

  When breathing became a necessity, Mitch turned his head, breaking the kiss. He chuckled roughly, trying to catch his breath. Grinning, he met the gargoyle’s gaze, trying to understand Kardamon’s extremely pleased expression.

  “Hey, you okay?” Mitch asked, his voice rough from Kardamon teasing at his tonsils.

  “More than,” Kardamon replied, looking so very smug. “You marked me.” He put enough space between them so he could look at the teeth marks marring the area around his nipple. “I’m so fucking proud to wear your mark.”

  Mitch grinned back. “When you gonna put yours on me?”

  “When you’re fucking me,” Kardamon replied with a wink.

  Moaning, Mitch trembled. His throbbing dick was totally on board with that idea. Holding up his hand, he reminded Kardamon of the condom he held.

  “Right. Let’s take care of that first,” Kardamon declared, his tone turning husky. “Gonna slide some slick into your channel and play with your prostate, then push that condom into you.”

  “Just don’t lose it up there,” Mitch replied, cringing just at the idea.

  Kardamon laughed as he reached up and grabbed a tube of lube from under a pillow. “I won’t. Want me to suck your dick while I do this?” He winked. “You know I’ll get you up again if you spill.”

  Mitch nodded eagerly as he spread his legs. “Yeah. Sounds fantastic.”

  “I think so, too.”

  Kardamon coated his tail before repositioning himself between Mitch’s spread thighs. After taking the condom in his left hand, he planted his right beside Mitch’s hip. After a wink and a grin, showing off his sharp teeth, Kardamon opened his mouth and swallowed Mitch’s prick to the root.

  At the feel of the hot, tight suction around his aching erection, Mitch knew it wouldn’t take long at all to lose it. Even with Kardamon sliding his tail inside him, he still felt pleasure. The pressure on Mitch’s prostate was the final straw, and he lost himself to the ecstasy-inducing throes of orgasm.

  Mitch wasn’t even certain when Kardamon inserted the condom into him with his senses reeling so fully. He knew it was done though, since Kardamon eventually leaned over the side of the bed and tossed it into a garbage bin.

  Then Kardamon started sucking him all over again, so Mitch could sink into his channel and fuck him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Mitch was so glad he never had to watch Kardamon go through molt again. The agony etched across his gargoyle’s features as his body changed had been scary as fuck. As Doc Perseus had told him, at least Mitch’s hands on Kardamon’s body had helped ease some of his pain.

  And thank god the idea of using an alternate means of filling my chute worked.

  Kardamon had shared that another idea he’d had was feeding Mitch his seed, since he’d figured Mitch wasn’t ready to suck his dick, either.

  Mitch had grimaced and replied, “Yeah. Sorry. I do want to explore every inch of you, Kardamon, but I’m just... not there, yet.”

  He’d be forever grateful for Kardamon’s understanding smile and whispered, “I know, my mate. Whatever you’re comfortable with is just fine with me.” Then Kardamon had kissed him senseless.

  “I’m sorry you have to meet my father,” Mitch declared as they sat on the back porch of his home. He’d discovered swiftly that Kardamon enjoyed the sunshine on his skin. Seeing as the male had spent the fi
rst nearly six hundred years of his life in the dark, it totally made sense. “While I can’t say I’m surprised that he’s been keeping tabs on me, I’ve been keeping a low profile on purpose. I never wanted to deal with him again.”

  Kardamon hummed, shrugging one t-shirt-clad shoulder. “It’s fine, Mitch.” He turned away from the view of the forest and grinned at him, still leaning on the porch railing. “We’ll get this over with, then go have lunch at Wren’s restaurant.” He waggled his pale eyebrows. “Enjoying a meal at Goldy’s Burgers & Bites has been on my bucket list ever since I heard some of the others at the estate sing the place’s praises.”

  Mitch chuckled. “Sounds great.”

  As Mitch relaxed in the shaded porch swing, he admired Kardamon’s human form. His lover’s stature had shrunk a few inches, leaving him standing at six-foot-three. His skin had paled to a light tan color, but his white hair had stayed, which Mitch totally loved. Kardamon’s frame remained big and broad, with plenty of thick muscles.

  Mitch found him sexy as fuck.

  While Mitch admitted to himself that he missed his gargoyle’s blue skin, at least now they could go out together. Even the prospect of being pegged as homosexual, of having to deal with the occasional slurs from others, couldn’t overshadow the contentment he felt at having someone devoted to his happiness.

  With that realization had come another. Mitch wanted Kardamon happy, too. The desire to please another, to do what he could to put the other male’s desires first, was completely new.

  Mitch wasn’t certain what to make of it, so he just decided to accept.

  “Why did you leave your family?”

  At Kardamon’s question, Mitch blinked, refocusing his gaze on the man. “Well.” He took a sip of his coffee to buy time. “I didn’t go to school. Not even a private one. Instead, I was taught by tutors and practically raised by nannies.” Scoffing, Mitch admitted, “Doing research online, I saw pictures of happy normal families, suburban homes, and kids swinging on tire swings and jumping into a lake. It might sound lame, but I really began to crave feeling... normal.”

  Mitch slid his gaze toward the tree line and smiled. “As soon as I turned eighteen, I figured out how to transfer my trust fund into stock and mutual fund accounts which I could control.” Shrugging, he finished, “While I didn’t have the degree in accounting or economics, I understood it all. I used my holdings’ interest to pay for college.” His tone took on a wistful note as he continued. “I wasn’t great at college ball, but it allowed me to make friends. To feel normal. To... have fun.”

  Kardamon settled on the swing next to him. Picking up his hand, he threaded their fingers together. “You’re close to our estate,” he reminded Mitch. “We can live here if you want. You picked a nice cottage.”

  A bit of tension that Mitch hadn’t even realized he carried eased from him. “You could do that?”

  Nodding, Kardamon lifted Mitch’s hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Sometimes I’ll have to work night or swing shifts, but Perseus lives with his mate in the guy’s house near his restaurant.” He grinned. “I don’t see why I can’t do that, too.”

  Mitch grinned at his lover. “Thanks, man.”

  Kardamon cupped his jaw and leaned toward him. Unfortunately, before he could seal his lips over Mitch’s, the sound of a car slowing and pulling into the driveway reached their ears. Mitch turned his head and checked the time on the stone, outdoor clock that Aziel had given him as a housewarming present.

  “Damn,” Mitch whispered. “Sorry.”

  After letting out a soft hum, Kardamon closed the distance between them and pressed a chaste kiss to Mitch’s lips. “We’ll pick this up later, my mate.”

  Mitch grinned. “Count on it.” Then he leaned away and, hearing the distinctive sound of doors being opened, called out, “We’re around back. Follow the path to the left.” Seeing Kardamon’s surprised expression, Mitch murmured, “Normal families would do that kind of thing, right? I’d do it to my friends.”

  Kardamon chuckled. “So true.”

  A few seconds later, Mitch heard the sound of hard-soled shoes tapping on cement. The number of footfalls told him more than three people approached.

  Huh.

  “Ah, out enjoying the morning sunshine,” Baltus began, sounding jovial. “Always a good idea on a day this fine.”

  Mitch watched as not only his father rounded the corner, but his brother once again joined them as did his mother. He rose to his feet as surprise flooded him. Mitch couldn’t remember the last time his mother had traveled anywhere when it didn’t require some kind of charity event... or shopping in Paris.

  “Mitchell,” his mother called. She had her red-painted lips in a demure smile, but it didn’t reach her dark brown eyes. “Your father tells me you’ve been doing well.” She rested her hands on her flat stomach shown off by the form-fitting peach-colored business-style skirt suit she wore. “It always brings me joy to hear.”

  “News to me,” Mitch muttered under his breath.

  Kardamon, who’d risen next to him, murmured, “Mitchell?”

  Mitch scowled at his lover as he grumbled, “It’s my birth name. Only call me that if you want to piss me off.”

  Grinning, Kardamon whispered, “Seeing as I never want to piss you off, I will never call you that.”

  “Thank you,” Mitch replied with relief. Turning his attention to his mother, who’d reached the porch and climbed the two steps to face him, he offered a bland smile. “I didn’t realize you all were keeping such close tabs on me. We hadn’t spoken in so long.”

  His mother held out both her hands, and Mitch knew what she wanted. He took one in each of his own, then turned each cheek so she could give him air kisses. Never would she show affection that would mess up her make-up... nor her clothing by giving a hug.

  So lame.

  Releasing her, Mitch stepped back and indicated Kardamon. “Mother, this is my partner, Kardamon McNeilson.” Mitch had been surprised to discover that his gargoyle lover had a handy identity all set up... just waiting for a picture on a driver’s license, which Raymond had taken care of that morning. “Kard, this is my mother, Katrina Lindson, and my father, Baltus Lindson.” Mitch waved toward his father, who now stood beside his mother. Pointing at his brother, who was off the deck resting his forearms on the railing, he continued, “And my brother, Nicholas.”

  Kardamon nodded to each in turn, but he didn’t offer his hand. “It’s nice to meet you all,” he stated, wrapping his arm around Mitch’s waist and pulling him close. “Do you plan to be in town long?”

  “Very good to meet you, too, Kardamon,” Baltus responded, offering a small smile. “And I guess that all depends on you guys.”

  Mitch felt a shiver of dread slither down his spine, not liking that response one bit. Glancing at Nicholas, he tried to read his brother’s expression. The older man appeared more irritated than anything else.

  “How’s that, sir?” Kardamon asked pointedly.

  “I’m interested in meeting your employer, Maelgwn D’Montron,” his father claimed. “Do you think you could set that up for me? I’ve been turned down by his secretary in the past.” His smile turned cold. “Always some excuse.”

  “Well, Mister D’Montron is a very busy man,” Kardamon replied slowly. “If you can’t get an appointment through Raymond, well... he’d certainly be the one to know.”

  “How long have you worked for him?” Baltus asked.

  Mitch mentally winced. No way could Kardamon answer that truthfully. His lover had told him just that morning that he’d been a part of the clutch since Maelgwn had taken over a couple hundred years before.

  “Since Night Wingers, Inc. was started twenty-seven years ago,” Kardamon replied. “I was blessed to get in on the ground floor.”

  It sounded like the truth.

  I’ll have to ask him later.

  “So you have stock with them?” Baltus lifted one brow. “It must be
private then, because—”

  “Oh, honey, now isn’t the time for that.” Mitch almost gaped when his mother lightly chastised him. “This is about our son and his man.” She offered an expectant smile. “Are you going to let me throw a big wedding soon?”

  Mitch did gape then. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Kardamon did the same. His brain misfiring, Mitch was drawing a blank.

  Fortunately, Kardamon seemed to recover himself. He chuckled softly, then said, “Well, now, ma’am. I gotta figure out how to pop the question first. Give me a little time, huh?”

  “Wait a minute,” Mitch responded, frowning up at his lover. “Why do you get to ask? Why can’t I ask you?”

  Kardamon grinned down at him, waggling his brows. “Oh, dear mate. If you ask before I become impatient, I will say yes. How’s that sound?”

  Mitch figured his male was offering an alternative to questions about Night Wingers, Inc. Too bad his gargoyle didn’t know what kind of can of worms his lover had just opened. No way would his mother let it go now.

  “I-I think we’re going to have to talk about that sometime,” Mitch managed to say, concern riding him. He’d have to tell Kardamon that they totally didn’t want his mother throwing a big wedding. It would bring way too much attention to the clutch. “Maybe after we’ve been dating more than, um—”

  “I understand.” Kardamon pressed a light kiss to Mitch’s lips. “I do,” he whispered before capturing his mouth in a deeper kiss.

  Mitch happily opened to his lover.

  Who gives a shit about an audience?

  After what could only have been a few minutes of Kardamon tongue-fucking Mitch’s mouth, Mitch heard the sound of a throat clear. Kardamon heeded that queue and eased the kiss to an end. His breath came in soft pants as he stared into his human gargoyle’s warm smile and glowing deep gray eyes.

  “Oh, I just love seeing my little boy so in love!”

  Hearing his mother’s tittered words, Mitch turned in shock. He didn’t think he’d ever heard that kind of comment from her before. His mother wasn’t exactly... maternal.