Page 9 of Wounded Soul
“I don’t understand why you have to go looking for release when you can get what you need right here?” Peter’s voice had turned soft, seductive.
After all these years together, Jesse was immune. “You mean with you?”
“If you want.”
Jesse rolled his eyes and shook his head. Not fucking likely.
The slight breeze was all the warning he got before Peter was practically plastered to his back.
Jesse flinched, meeting Peter’s reflection in the glass. “I thought you’d have learnt to take no for an answer by now.”
“Why would I do that?” Peter shrugged and put his hands on Jesse’s hips, pressing closer, his hard-on unmistakeable. “When I’m usually strong enough to take what I want anyway.”
Such a fucking wanker.
“Not this time.” Lightning quick, Jesse grabbed one of Peter’s hands, spun around, and slammed him face first into the glass, tugging his arm up painfully high behind his back. Leaning in close like Peter had, he whispered, “If you try that again, I’m going to report you to Raph. If I hear that you’ve done it to anyone else—and that includes humans—I’m gonna report you to Raph. You know how he feels about abusers.”
Raph’s childhood wasn’t something he ever talked about, but his meal of choice after being turned was enough to fill in the blanks—mainly people convicted of sex offences, domestic violence, and child abuse. Didn’t take a genius to work things out. Jesse wasn’t surprised when Peter started to rapidly back track.
“What? I haven’t abused you. If anyone’s doing the abusing right now, it’s—”
Jesse slammed him into the glass again and pulled his arm up until the bone snapped. Peter’s cry of pain was quickly followed by a string of curses.
“Fucking hell, Jesse, what’s your problem?” Peter hissed as Jesse let him go. He rubbed his arm as it healed and turned to glare at Jesse, fangs fully out. Thoroughly pissed off then.
“You. You’re my problem.” Jesse rolled his shoulders, trying to calm down. A full-on fight wasn’t what he needed right then, but sometimes Peter pushed his buttons too fucking hard. “I’m sick and tired of having to tell you no. Take the fucking hint already.”
“You used to be such fun, Jesse. I remember a time whennomeanttry harder, Peter.”
“Only in your head.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed, still absently rubbing at his now-healed arm. “It’s serious with the human?”
“What? No!” Why did there have to be someone else involved? Why couldn’t he just accept that Jesse didn’t want him. “This is nothing to do with anyone else. I’m not getting involved with you again. So just stop. Please.”
Peter stared at him for a good long while, and Jesse hoped he was actually taking him seriously for once. But then he smirked, and Jesse growled with frustration.
“We have a lifetime ahead of us.” Peter dared take a step closer, and Jesse clenched his fists. “I’m not asking you to marry me.” Laughing, he then licked his fangs, gaze raking over Jess’s body. “Just blow jobs and fucking.” He darted close enough to palm Jesse’s crotch but was back over by the door before Jesse could react.
Jesse snarled, his own fangs dropping down.
“Oh fine,” Peter drawled, enjoying himself now he was out of reach. “I can throw in some rimming. I know how much you like that.” He made an obscene gesture with his tongue.
For a second Jesse was tempted to rush across the room and wipe that smug smile off his face. Permanently. He wondered if the punishment for killing a coven member would be worth it.
Tempting.
Oh so tempting.
But Lys would kill him for letting Peter get to him again, and he wasn’t prepared to incite her wrath. Instead he turned back to the window and ignored him.
Peter hated to be ignored. “I don’t mind waiting, Jesse.” His voice had an edge to it despite the softness, and it was Jesse’s turn to smirk.
“Good. Because you’ll be waiting a long fucking time.”
“We’ll see.”
Always had to have the last word.
