But I just sat there, unable to give in, unable to deny him.
He covered his neck with his hand for a few seconds and when he pulled it away, there was a long, deep cut and blood ran in dark, red rivulets down the white canvas of his flesh. The smell of blood hit hard and the thirst rose up immediately. He smiled a wicked, knowing smile and arched his neck toward me invitingly.
I wanted to sink my fangs into his pale flesh and bleed him. To make him moan and gasp and cling to me as I drank him in. I moved in for the strike and he swayed away, teasing, making me follow him across the floor. Once I was out of the chair, he laid back, supporting himself with his elbows.
One leg fell to the side, revealing a thick, pretty cock. He was so hard that it curved up toward his belly, pointing right up at the ceiling. He was free of any hair and I suddenly wanted to take him in my mouth, to feel his smooth, satiny skin against my tongue.
"You're certainly welcome."
"Quit reading my mind, angel."
"I don't have to; it's written all over your face." He glanced down, grinning. "Well&mostly."
I growled and licked the head of his prick, then set my fangs and rolled my eyes up to look at him. He gave a slight nod and arched his hips up slightly. I decided against giving him what he wanted and moved farther up his body, biting my way from his belly to his chest, doing my best not to break the skin.
Simon squirmed and shook beneath me, gasps and groans and growls of disapproval filling the room. I paused above him and he took my face in his hands, bringing me in for a kiss. The moment his tongue slid between my lips, his hands left my face and he clasped his hands around mine, bringing them above his head.
He felt so good beneath me, all stretched out and squirming. His legs wrapped with mine, hips thrusting up steadily for more contact. He broke the kiss and turned his head away, offering his neck yet again.
I licked my way down his neck and paused just over the pulsing beat. With my fangs set against his flesh, I bit down. The hot rush of blood hit my tongue and it was like nothing I'd ever tasted before. Unlike any other human, werewolf, demon, or vampire I'd ever fed from, Simon's blood lacked that coppery tang that was now so familiar to me. It was rich and thick and as sweet as honey.
Power slammed into me with the first swallow, hard enough to raise me up and bow my back. I stared down at Simon, licking my lips in amazement. I could easily become addicted to the taste of him, not to mention the power rush.
I went down for another taste, steeling myself for the rush of power. The moment it hit, I groaned and Simon laughed, urging me not to stop. When he wasn't directing me where to feed from him next, his hands were moving over me, holding me tight as he thrust up against me.
After a while he shifted and rolled to his belly, shoving his ass up toward my hips. I paused for a moment, not knowing whether to touch his back or not. He seemed to like the pain of my bite a hell of a lot, but this was just&
"Come on, Peter. Stop thinking."
I hugged him up close and my cock nestled beautifully in the cleft of his ass. There was no way I was really going to fuck him, though. I didn't need that added level of complication in my life. It was odd trying to figure out my way around the pieces of his wings that protruded from his back, but I soon figured out that the more I touched them, the more turned on he became.
He bucked beneath me, moving his hips in just the right way so that it was almost as if I was getting to fuck and feed at the same time. I pushed any hesitation I had aside and went with my gut instinct. I sank my fangs into the base of where one wing should have been and Simon bucked hard, nearly screaming out in pleasure.
I thrust against him as I fed, holding him tight. With each pull, his cries became louder and louder and we rocked together in unison, both shaking and shuddering.
"Again," he panted.
I licked the wound to close it and moved to the other side and sank my fangs deep. He screamed, that time, and his body shook hard as he came. I followed right after him, the rush of orgasm sweetening his blood so much more. He collapsed to the floor and I moved off to the side, feeling higher than a fucking kite.
"Damn, Simon."
"Uh-huh." He lifted himself up and chuckled when he looked at the floor. "I made a mess of the carpet."
"You've made a mess of me," I said with a laugh. "I have never felt this good."
"I'm always available for you." Simon leaned over and kissed me. "And Lucien, if he so desires."
"I hope you don't feel like this is something I expect, Simon."
"And I hope I haven't crossed the line too far."