Soul Mates 04: Secrets(8)

"You're making a huge mistake here, Simon."



"How so?" He regarded me closely, bright blue eyes holding an expression I couldn't read. "Am I hurting you in some way?"



"I am."



"You are nothing at this moment but a spectator," he whispered. "Now. I want you to close your eyes and listen very, very closely."



"Get the fuck off me, Simon," I growled, trying to push him off me. "Whether you want to admit it or not, I am master here until Lucien returns."



"And you earned this position by?" He shook his head, laughing. "Oh that's right! You fucked your way to the top." He tsked. "And they say sex is overrated."



I sighed, banging my head against the pillow in frustration. "You're just about to the point of no return."



"Been there, done that." He sat up and moved his hands over his chest and down his belly. "I'll get over it."



"Would you really?" I tried to ignore him when he began stroking his dick. "You'd be okay without the coven? You'd be happy alone?"



"Tell me, Peter&" He leaned down and flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other, and I had to fight not to squirm. "Do I turn you on?"



I refused to answer, but I knew he could see . and feel . exactly how turned on I wasn't.



"I guess that's a no, huh? What's the matter? Am I not tall enough for you? Not dominant enough?" He moved down, licking his way lower and lower. "Not pretty enough?"



"Stop it, Simon."



"Oh, come now." He licked the head of my prick. "The show's just beginning."



I had never, ever, seen Simon act this way. He'd always been the picture of submission: quiet, obedient, always willing, no matter the situation. This was so unlike him, I wasn't sure how to even approach the situation.



The choice was taken out of my hands, however, because he sucked my dick between his lips and took me deep into his mouth. My dick began filling from the stimulation alone, and I found myself caught between knowing I should push him away and wanting to push deeper.



I pushed up several times, taking advantage of his willing mouth. Before I had to worry about stopping him, he pulled off and moved up to press a kiss to my lips. When I didn't kiss him back, he actually growled.



"Kiss me."



At some point I'd closed my eyes, but when I opened them, I could find no words. Gone was the blond, short-haired Simon I knew. In his place, was a beautiful, beautiful man; his hair a perfect white, his eyes a blue so brilliant they took my breath away.



"Simon?"



He captured me in a kiss so fierce, I was afraid of bleeding him. The fear of hurting him went out the window, because I soon found out that the Simon I'd always thought of as not being interested in sex was damned good at it.



He took one of my hands and guided it to his belly, rubbing my palm over his soft, smooth skin, and then urged it lower. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand and I couldn't hold back a moan of approval.



"Like that?"



I nodded, taking him in my hand and stroking him. There was no question about it. He was absolutely breathtaking. His muscles were cut and defined, and I would have sworn that he was at least a couple feet taller than normal.



Simon grinned and pulled back a little, teasing me with soft kisses. I followed him up, because the thought of not kissing him made me ache. We soon ended up on our knees, facing each other, touching and stroking the other and stealing kisses. After a while, he pulled me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck.



His hair was like silk between my fingers and I couldn't resist running my hands through it. He was sweating, his body slick and hot against mine. I wanted to feel his muscles beneath my hands and slid them down his back, only to freeze when I felt the wounds that I had somehow forgotten were there.



I started to whisper that I was sorry for touching them, but he shushed me and laid me back on the bed, kissing his way down my body. Something about the whole situation seemed wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on why. I closed my eyes as he took me in his mouth again, trying to shove all of my questions and hesitation to the back of my mind.



But it didn't work.



I smelled blood, rich and sweet and unfamiliar. My eyes flew open, knowing that something was wrong. What I saw shocked me to the core. Two bony appendages extended out just around the area of Simon's shoulder blades where his wings apparently used to be. They were bloody and sharp and it looked like someone . or something . had taken a sword to him as well as a whip.



I tried to push him off me, but Simon held fast, shaking his head. "Not so pretty, is it?"