Chapter 12 #2
Fox casually draped his arms around Winter’s shoulders.
His fingers lightly threaded through his long silky hair.
Nerves and hope battled it out for air in his bloodstream.
He was surprised Winter had allowed him to touch this much, to stay this long on his lap.
“You don’t have any witches on the side?
A favorite witch you call up for a quick booty call? ” he teased.
Winter was trying so damn hard to keep his expression stern, but his lips didn’t look like they wanted to cooperate. They kept twitching like they wanted to smile. “I don’t have a booty call witch.”
“A booty call wolf?”
Winter rolled his eyes. “No booty call witch, wolf, vampire, or human,” he listed with a sigh.
“I’m just checking,” Fox said, keeping his voice light and innocent. “I was thinking we couldn’t have won that last round without my spectacular grenade distraction. I should be rewarded with a kiss.”
If Fox hadn’t been so close to Winter, he might have missed the way those beautiful icy blue eyes dilated at his words or the way his breathing hitched ever so slightly. Winter’s full lips parted, and the tip of his tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip.
Sucking in a breath, Fox started to move in, ready to treasure the taste of this creature’s perfect mouth, but Winter’s hands tightened on his hips and gave him a tiny push backward while at the same time, Winter shoved into the cushions, putting more space between them.
“No,” he said softly.
“What?” Obviously Fox hadn’t heard him correctly. Everything about Winter’s body language was shouting that he wanted this kiss, needed this damn kiss.
“No, this is a bad idea.”
Fox snorted. “You’re insane. A kiss is never a bad idea.”
Winter looked at him like he’d lost his mind. And maybe Fox had. There certainly wasn’t any blood left to circulate around his gray matter. It had all charged south in high hopes that this would turn into so much more than a kiss.
Without uttering another word, Winter lifted Fox off of his lap and placed him on the cushion beside him before climbing to his feet.
He grabbed up the plates they’d stacked on the table from the pizza and carried them back toward the kitchen.
Oh, Fox didn’t miss that his gait was a little awkward from the fucking hard-on still pressing against the front of his pants.
Winter was attracted to him; there was no doubt about that.
“I should probably send some emails and check some of my other resources. They might have some news on Damon and what he might be planning,” Winter said as he placed the plates into the sink.
This was total bullshit. Fox refused to be blown off quite like this.
Humiliation burned through him. He was tired of not being good enough for someone.
He and Winter had been having a good time.
Why not have an even better one? If Winter wasn’t interested, then he could gracefully accept his rejection, but that wasn’t the case. Winter was running from him.
Shoving off the couch, Fox followed Winter into the kitchen and stood in front of the doorway at the end of the breakfast bar, blocking any additional retreat the vampire had planned.
“Don’t you dare bullshit me,” Fox said sharply. Winter’s eyebrows jumped almost to his hairline. “You’re attracted to me, and what? I’m not good enough for you?”
“What?” Winter’s voice cracked and he actually took a step backward, bumping his spine against the sink.
“Witches not good enough for a vampire like you?” Fox stalked closer, his hands on his hips.
“You prefer to put your cock only in other vampires? Or do you dally with humans as well?” Part of him wished he could just walk away and laugh it all off.
He’d thought he could just shrug off another of Winter’s rejections.
He was afraid Winter was going to open his mouth and admit that he wasn’t truly attracted to Fox, that Fox was not good enough to lick his dick.
“This has nothing to do with you being born a witch,” Winter growled.
“Then it’s because I’m a shitty witch. I don’t know enough magic to be worth your time.”
“Fox, you’re being fucking ridiculous!”
“Then clarify, oh wise one!” He extended both hands out to either side, motioning to him that the floor was his for his grand explanation.
“I don’t…I don’t fuck around with anyone.”
Fox’s brain locked up. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he tried to speak, but he couldn’t come up with anything. There was only one thought repeating in his brain, and that so couldn’t be right. “You’re a virgin? A four-hundred-year-old virgin?”
Winter dropped his head back and groaned loudly, sounding as if Fox was the most trying creature in all of existence. “No, I’m not a virgin. And I’m not four hundred fucking years old.”
“But you just said—”
Winter’s head snapped up, and he narrowed his eyes on Fox, silencing any additional words.
“I know what I said. What I meant is that I don’t fuck people I know.
” Everything about Winter’s stance screamed back off.
From his closed, mutinous expression to his arms folded tightly across his chest, it was like he was doing everything to push Fox away.
And that just made Fox want to climb inside of him even more.
“Anonymous hookups in dark hotel rooms. I never see their face, and they never see mine.” He leaned in close, his teeth clenched as he said, “They only feel my cock in their ass, and when they’re coming harder than they’ve ever come in their lives, I sink in my teeth and take their blood. ”
All thought completely shut down in Fox’s brain. His mouth went completely dry and there was the strangest squeaking noise that he refused to believe came from him. “Why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard?” Fox asked in a harsh whisper. “I’m serious, so fucking hot.”
Closing his eyes, Fox watched the whole scene flicker across his brain.
A dark, no-name motel room. Fox was naked in the center of the bed on all fours, his ass in the air.
Winter’s too sexy figure gliding soundlessly across the room.
His ears would be straining to hear anything over the rapid pounding of his heart.
Then two strong hands would grip his ass cheeks, spreading them—
“Are you kidding me?” Winter snapped, forcing Fox’s eyes open.
Had he moaned? Yeah, he’d probably moaned out loud.
“What? It’s hot. You’re hot.”
“But you wouldn’t know it’s me.”
Fox shrugged and grinned at him. “True, but now if I ever do that, I’m going to totally imagine that it is you.”
Winter threw his hands up in the air and paced into the kitchen.
“What? I’m proposing sex. A little fun. I’m not saying we date and get all the serious feelz for each other.
” Winter stopped and glared over his shoulder at Fox, giving him hardcore stink-eye.
“I’ve done the random hookup game too. It’s not like you fucking invented it.
” Fox stopped and gasped suddenly. “Did you? I mean you’re old enough, right?
Did you invent the random hookup? Because if you did, that—”
Winter quickly crossed the kitchen and placed his hand over Fox’s mouth. “Is there a point to all this rambling?”
He couldn’t help himself. He licked Winter’s palm. The vampire hissed and jerked his hand away.
“I’m saying I’m not going to fall under the spell of your sexy vampire wiles just because you fuck me.”
The hard glare steadily deteriorated before Fox’s eyes, and they were back to the vampire fighting his smile. “And I’m safe from your magic.”
Fox laughed. “I mean, my ass is pretty fucking amazing, but it ain’t magical.”
“And the biting?”
The idea of Winter sinking his teeth in him left Fox with mixed feelings if he were being completely honest, but he couldn’t deny that he felt safe with him as well. He was sure Winter wasn’t going to kill him while in the throes of passion.
“Well, you’ve had practice, right? Not gonna take too much.”
“Years of practice.” Winter lifted his hand and skimmed his fingers along Fox’s bare neck. Goose bumps broke out across his arms, and the blood immediately changed course to return to his dick. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Then fuck, yes.”
Winter licked his lips and his pupils were blown. Fox was convinced the vampire was about to bend him over the counter, fuck him, and bite him right there in the kitchen. And yes, Fox was totally down with that plan.
But his expression suddenly cleared. “What happens when you’re bitten?” Winter demanded.
Fox jerked back, stunned by the strange question. “What do you mean?”
“What happens to the vampire? What does your blood do?”
“I-I don’t know. I’ve never been bitten.”
Winter frowned and took a step away from Fox, which was the wrong direction. He didn’t want to put a halt to these wonderful plans. They needed to keep moving forward. Not tap the brakes. Definitely not go in reverse.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, following Winter deeper into the kitchen. The damn vampire was not getting away from him. Not after they got this close. “What happens when you drink from a human?”
“Nothing. It’s just nourishment.” He paused and frowned at Fox, but it wasn’t a look of disappointment. Rather, he appeared worried. “But when a vampire drinks from a werewolf, we receive enhanced healing. It could even impair us as if we’re intoxicated.”
“Whoa,” Fox breathed.
“Yes, but I don’t know what happens if we bite a witch. Maybe nothing.”
“Maybe something bad,” Fox said in a whisper. He got why Winter was being so cautious. Now was not a good time for them to be experimenting with such a thing. And he never wanted to do anything that hurt Winter. Even if only by accident.
Fox’s head snapped up and he gave Winter a resolute look. “Then don’t bite me.”
“I—”
“You don’t need it to come, right?”
“No! I…it’s just a way for me to kill two birds with one stone.”