Author Charlie Richards
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Surrender to the Vampire
A Paranormal's Love: Book Thirty-Two
Into the Paranormal World: When a quick errand takes a dominant gargoyle to his mate, he wonders why Fate would pair him with someone just as assertive as himself.
Destrawn has been second of the Aerasceatle clutch for a little over a year. Under Chieftain Kinsey’s rule, Fate has begun smiling on them, and some of their people have found their mates. While Destrawn is happy for them, he doesn’t think Fate will bring him his own any time soon. He doesn’t consider himself good mate material. He’s too dominant, controlling, and some would even say overbearing.
When Destrawn heads to the nearby Maven vampire coven to hear news that could be too dangerous if voiced over the phone, he discovers he’s wrong. The vampire giving the report regarding the paranormal hunters descending on their area—a seasoned and savvy tracker named Sorbin—is his mate. Ready or not, Destrawn knows he has to accept him. After all, he only gets one, and if he doesn’t accept Sorbin, the vampire’s ability to feed will be compromised, which would lead to his death.
Can Destrawn learn to surrender to his mate’s needs while remaining strong enough to keep everyone safe?
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Striding through the coven, Sorbin could only focus on one thing—reaching his shower. He’d had to use some unorthodox techniques to get the information his coven needed. Still, Sorbin had managed it, reaching a location where his enhanced vampire hearing could make out the conversation of a trio of humans he believed were paranormal hunters.
Sorbin had been right.
There had been two women and a man, and they were discussing the arrival time of not only a team of Priests, but how they were teaming up with a bunch of hunters.
None of it had been good news.
While Sorbin knew he needed to share everything with Master Krispin, he appreciated that his vampire leader understood his desire to clean up first. Krispin had set the time for the meeting in half an hour. It would be a quick shower, but that was okay. He desperately needed to get the scent of sewer off of him.
“Wooee!” Vicon called, waving a hand in front of his nose. The move didn’t hide the huge grin on Sorbin’s friend’s face as he fell into step beside him. “What the hell have you been up to, Sorb?”
Rolling his eyes, Sorbin grumbled, “Just doing my job, Vic. You know how it is.” Vicon worked as a guard, aiding in the security of the coven. “You’ve had to break up fights you would rather wish you hadn’t.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Vicon replied with a nod. “That cheating asshole totally would have deserved that beat-down.”
Sorbin almost reached out and patted his friend on the shoulder, but he stayed the action at the last second. He didn’t want to get his buddy dirty. The man was dressed in a hotel security uniform, so was probably about to start his shift.
“Maybe the guy caught up with the cheater later,” Sorbin offered in commiseration, knowing Vicon had a particular distaste for liars, and cheaters were the worst of the lot. “And he did break up with him.”
Nodding, Vicon asked again, “So what happened to you?”
“Sewer,” Sorbin answered simply. “It was the only way I could get close enough to where a few humans were meeting.” With a waggle of his eyebrows and a wide grin, he claimed, “But it paid off.”
“You always get what you need.” Vicon lifted his hand, then froze. Grinning widely, he pointed at Sorbin instead. “My shift ends in four hours. If you’re still here, we should meet at the bar and catch up.”
Sorbin nodded. “If I’m here, absolutely,” he agreed. “I’ll text you, Donny, and Lathe,” Sorbin added, referring to their other buddies.
Vicon gave him a thumbs up, then turned down another hallway.
Gratefully, Sorbin didn’t run into anyone else on his way to his suite. He grabbed a plastic bag from under his kitchen sink before making his way to the bathroom. As Sorbin stripped, he placed each article in the sack, right down to his socks and underwear. Once naked, he tied the top shut.
Sorbin set the bag aside, intending to just throw the acrid clothes in the trash. They were easily replaced, after all. Hopping in the shower, Sorbin turned the water on as hot as he could handle and scrubbed…several times over.
Once Sorbin could no longer smell sewer sludge, he hopped out of the shower and dried off. A check of the time on his phone told him he had less than ten minutes. He rushed around his bedroom and closet, yanking on jeans, a comfortable polo, and a pair of sandals, since he hated putting socks and shoes on his wet feet.
As Sorbin strode swiftly from his suite, he finger-combed his wet, sandy-blond hair, pushing the shaggy locks away from his face and tucking some behind his ears. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing. There was no way he wanted to keep his coven leaders waiting.
Reaching the conference room, Sorbin paused. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. It didn’t matter how many times he gave a report to his inner circle—he always felt a skitter of nerves under his skin.
Sorbin respected the hell out of Master Krispin, and he never wanted to disappoint him.
Except, this time, there was a subtle scent that distracted him. Cocking his head, he took another breath, then a third. His body warmed more than the hot shower had accomplished, and he even felt his blood simmer within his veins.
Huh. That’s odd.
Shaking his head, Sorbin did his best to ignore the odd reaction as he lifted his hand and gripped the door handle. He turned it, pushed it open, and headed inside. As soon as Sorbin entered, that same scent intensified, causing him to pause.
“Ah, Sorbin. Excellent,” Master Krispin called in lieu of a greeting. “Glad you’ve arrived. Come in.”
Sorbin yanked his attention to Master Krispin and did as he’d been bidden. Closing the door behind him, he took a second to peer around the room. He recognized almost everyone…except the huge gargoyle sitting on a love seat and taking up nearly the entire thing.
Unable to help himself, Sorbin found his gaze riveted to the striking male. He’d met his master’s beloved—a slender, medium-brown-hided gargoyle named Wash. This one, though…was quite different.
The male’s hide was a dark-green hue, which set off the massive black wings draped over his shoulders perfectly. The way the gargoyle had pulled his black hair away from his face in some kind of tail accentuated his square jaw. The gargoyle’s shoulders were broad, and what Sorbin could see of his seated frame appeared heavily muscled.
“This is Second Destrawn, of the Aerasceatle clutch.”
Sorbin knew it was Master Krispin speaking, but he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from the gargoyle.
“Due to the little you told me, I felt a representative of Chieftain Kinsey’s should be on hand.” The master’s voice grew a bit sharper. “Sorbin?”
Finally, Sorbin yanked his attention from the gorgeous specimen of maleness. “Yes, Master.” He forced his feet to move, striding deeper into the room. “Uh, my apologies.” Unable to help himself, Sorbin flicked his gaze to Second Destrawn. He cleared his throat before managing to add, “Nice to meet you, Second.”
As Sorbin moved closer, the scent he’d noticed outside the door intensified. His mouth began to water, and even his fangs tingled. He swallowed hard, as once again, he froze.
“Holy shit,” Sorbin mumbled as a suspicion formed.
Destrawn’s thick eyebrow ridges drew together as he narrowed his eyes. Tipping up his chin, he flared his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. He blinked as confusion filled his features.
To Sorbin’s surprise, Destrawn parted his lips and flicked out his tongue. He pulled the appendage back into his mouth and snapped it shut. A shell-shocked expression crossed his face as he swallowed so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“That is…unexpected,” Destrawn rumbled, his deep voice causing the hairs on Sorbin’s arms to stand on end.
Sorbin knew what he suspected, and it seemed that same possibility had just hit Destrawn. Unfortunately, the gargoyle didn’t appear excited. Instead, Destrawn looked…concerned.
“Second Destrawn?” Master Krispin cut in. “Is everything okay?”
Destrawn blinked, then panned his focus slowly left until he stared at Krispin. “That remains to be seen, Master Krispin.”