Soul Mates 04: Secrets(21)

"But you didn't like it enough to reciprocate? To give him pleasure?"



He whimpered. "I wanted to&"



I went to my knees, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down, releasing his prick. The urge to taste him was too strong to fight, so I took him in, careful not to nick him just yet. I released him to move, and when I did, he thrust into my mouth.



"Fuck, that feels so& Oh, God&"



Not having to breathe had done wonders for my ability to deep throat.



The desire and need rose in him, just coming off him in waves. I opened myself to it, letting it fill me. I fed off his need and forced it higher, taking him to the edge and keeping him there for as long as I could. He thrashed and writhed against the wall, nearly screaming for release as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth.



Finally I let him come, and the pleasure that spilled out of him made my own dick twitch with a hint of desire. I licked him clean and then pushed his legs a little farther apart. While he was still coming down from his orgasm, I found the spot where leg and groin connected and sank my fangs into his tender flesh.



He bucked, and I had a moment to remember to cup my hand over his dick just before he came again. Last time I'd fed this way, the guy had come in my hair. It was beginning to be a regular hazard at feeding time.



Ricky's legs shook with tension, and when I finally had enough, I bit my own tongue and licked at the small holes. He'd have a slightly sore spot in the morning, but wouldn't remember anything else.



Well&



He'd be out of the closet. It'd be up to him how he announced that to everyone.



I stood and kissed his cheek, keeping my lips against him as I spoke. "Don't fight who you are. You only live once. There's no sense in hiding in the closet and being miserable for the extent of it."



He was still riding the aftereffects of orgasm and my feed, but I knew he'd heard me. Knew he'd remember what I'd said to him.



"Now. Fix your pants and go find someone to play with. If you can't find someone here, go find David and suck him off."



I grinned and stepped back just as he managed to get his pants zipped, slipping into the shadows and walking away. I watched him from a distance, the way he stood there with a look of shock on his face, and then cupped his crotch, looking around in bewilderment.



I licked at my fingers absently, taking great pleasure when Ricky stepped away from the wall and disappeared into the crowd.



"Shame, shame. Feeding on poor, unsuspecting humans."



I froze, the deep male voice unfamiliar. I was still cloaked in shadow. No one could have seen me. I jerked around to find the owner of that voice, but a sharpness pressed against my back, stopping me cold.



"No, Peter. Don't look upon me just yet."



"How can you see me? How did you know I was here?"



"I know all. I see all."



Something about that sounded so familiar, and I had a moment of wondering if God had suddenly paid me a personal visit. For all I was taught growing up, he was the only one to&



"Tell me your name, stranger."



"Do you know the Greek myths?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I am the gentlest of winds. The messenger of spring."



I did know that one, oddly enough. And I knew who it was at my back. Not a Greek god with sister issues, but an angel. A warrior angel. One that I'd wagered fifty years of my life just to get a meeting with.



"Zephyr."



"In the flesh. Shall we find a more private place to talk?"



* * *



We were on the roof of the next building over before the sharp point in the middle of my back was taken away. When I turned around, his back was to me. My eyes went immediately to his clothes. The BDU pants and long-sleeved, black shirt were very much like the tactical uniforms that our coven team members wore.



The only things different were his knee-high boots that were covered in some sort of black, tarry substance up to his ankles, and his vest.which wasn't a vest at all, but some kind of custom fit armor. It had two openings, from mid-shoulder to his waist, leaving a long length of his back that wasn't protected.



His hair& Hell, I couldn't even pick a color that would describe his hair. It was a deep, almost crimson red, but I'd never seen anything like it before. Strands lifted with the breeze, making it seem as if his hair was on fire. He turned, then, and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were an emerald green, the darkness set off by the red-orange flame where a human's pupils should have been.



He was too beautiful for words, and, from the smile that graced his lips, he knew it.



"Have I bespelled the vampire?"



I wasn't as taken with him as I had been with Cyril, but I wasn't sure if it was my own power protecting me or if he was toning down his own.