paranormal short story, approximately 10K
Cover Art by Winterheart
Wizard Club owner Drake Keating is restless and dissatisfied with his life. His friends and occasional lovers have all mated and he’s tired of casual one night hookups. His search for companionship lands him face to face with Justin Scott, the sexy human who manages his club. A year earlier, Drake hooked up with Justin only to dump him when he thought he’d found his mate. Now, he’s discovering just how wrong his previous actions were. Justin gives the wizard one shot at mending what he broke and Drake’s determined to show Justin that he’s changed. He has one night to learn the magical lessons of love and open the door to a future with Justin.
He finished his Scotch and set the glass down, heading for his bedroom. Pinpointing his problem didn’t solve anything. He stripped and got in the shower. Just because he wasn’t interested in casual sex anymore didn’t mean he wasn’t horny. In fact, he was more horny now because he didn’t have some beautiful young thing sucking him off every night.
Drake wrapped one soapy hand around his stiff cock and began to stroke it with a twisting motion. It had been awhile since he’d had any kind of relationship. His last relationship had ended on a jangling note when he’d discovered that the woman wasn’t who he thought she was. He’d been so drawn to her—her beauty and the raw power she possessed though she had no clue what to do with it. He’d been excited to teach her and had taken her to his bed, thinking she was his mate. Unfortunately, something had happened to show him that she wasn’t for him. Once he knew who her real mate was, he had been unable to have sex with her.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the cool tile, his fist stroking his cock a little faster. His gifts were not always a blessing. It had definitely not been a good day the afternoon that he’d had a vision of the future that showed his former lover Weylyn with his current lover Keir. That’s when he’d known she wasn’t meant for him. That day, he’d let Keir go. He still worked with her twice a week on her theurgic training, but when that was done, he would send her to Weylyn. It was the right thing to do.
Meanwhile, here he stood in his shower, jacking off while thinking of the two of them. Drake had never met a more attractive man than Weylyn. His lean, wiry build was rock hard with muscle, his chiseled face more beautiful than a man had any right to be. And his eyes…
Drake had always been particularly taken with Weylyn’s silvery eyes. Constantly brimming with mischief and life, Weylyn’s eyes gave away his hedonistic attitude. He had sex with whomever caught his eye and made his dick hard. He was unabashedly a horndog and good natured about it. He had a personality as beautiful as his body and face. The combination had been irresistible to Drake.
Keir had a natural beauty and an uncomplicated personality. She had no hang-ups sexually or otherwise. She’d known that Drake liked men as much as women and she hadn’t been jealous. In fact, she’d gotten off on seeing him with men, something which threatened most women.
Thinking of how Keir had gotten aroused while watching him have his cock sucked by a young stud had Drake’s arousal shooting through the roof. His fist glided harder and faster. He groaned out loud and widened his stance, reaching down with his free hand to cup and squeeze his balls. Inside his closed eyelids, he imagined Keir watching him get sucked off by Weylyn.
With a loud moan, he came. His hot cum erupted from the thick head of his cock, hitting the side of the shower. Some of it dripped down onto his hand and he rubbed it into his hard flesh, imagining that it was Weylyn’s agile tongue instead of his fingers. He opened his eyes, staring at the tile where the water from the showerhead washed away all sign of his ejaculate. Despite the sexual release, depression settled over him as he finished his shower.
Once in bed, with the skylight and blinds shut, he tried to figure out what he wanted. He felt restless and dissatisfied with everything. His work was boring. The Wizard’s Club literally ran itself thanks to his top-notch staff. His theurgic work had slowed to a trickle now that he worked with Keir only two days a week. Maybe he needed a hobby.
Or a mate…
The thought was fully formed in his mind like an insistent voice. Drake grunted and rolled over in bed, hugging his pillow. A mate meant a relationship, and he’d never been a fan of those despite having been in several throughout his life. All of his relationships had ended on a disappointing note. The disappointment being his. He didn’t know how finding his mate would be any different although it was supposed to be. Finding one’s mate was supposed to be life-altering. Drake couldn’t imagine living a different sort of life, even though he admitted to himself that he really did want a damned relationship and someone to come home to every night.
A deep sigh escaped him. Maybe he just needed to stop thinking about being with people he couldn’t be with anymore. He closed his eyes, determined to get some sleep so that tonight, maybe he could look at things differently… and get laid.