Chapter 26 #2
“I love you,” Winter said, but his brow suddenly furrowed.
“I wanted to give you a flowery speech about how you fit me so perfectly or how I can’t face the idea of you not being beside me each night, but there aren’t any words to encompass it all.
None of it is enough. My brain just keeps coming back to ‘I love you,’ like those three words could hold it all or prove to you that I can be enough.
That I’ll do anything to be worthy of you. I—”
Fox didn’t let him keep talking because it wasn’t necessary. He crushed his lips against Winter’s so he could taste his love, feel it as he pulled him in tight enough that their hearts hammered into each other. “It’s enough,” Fox managed brokenly between kisses. “I love you too. Need you so much.”
They kissed over and over again until Fox’s lips became sore, but he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t ever want to be physically parted from Winter. He’d found something with the vampire that he’d begun to doubt existed for him. Winter understood him in ways no one ever had.
Fox had spent so much of his life feeling like a failure because he’d never learned to use his gift and now that he had it at his fingertips, he honestly didn’t care. He only wanted Winter. And the vampire had wanted him even before he learned to use magic.
Winter’s lips moved away from Fox’s and traveled along his jaw and throat. His tongue swiped along his flesh and Fox shivered at the hint of fangs that scraped.
“Any preferences on where I take my very first nibble?” Winter asked. His hot breath brushed along damp skin and Fox moaned. “Neck? Arm? Or maybe the inside of your thigh?”
“Don’t care. Just want your dick inside of me at the same time.” Fox squirmed and reached, finally hooking his fingers inside the waistband of Winter’s briefs so he could tug them down.
Winter chuckled. “Well, it’s going to limit where I can bite you if we’re fucking at the same time.”
“From behind. Wanna be on my knees.” Fox was already rolling away from Winter, trying to kick out of the damn blankets and his own boxers at the same time. Just kissing Winter, thinking about what was to come, had made him hard. He didn’t want to wait any longer.
The mattress shifted as Winter reached for the lube and moved into position behind Fox.
A plastic creak from the cap had Fox grabbing his cock and stroking himself.
Winter’s strong fingers dug into his hip, moving him right where he needed to be before he felt the first cool brush of lube across his hole.
Fox pushed back, taking those digits deep.
He and Winter had been having sex far too frequently to draw this part out.
He wanted his man inside of him, wanted to feel the kiss of those fangs.
Entire psychological volumes could probably be written on why this was unhealthy from a mental standpoint, but Fox didn’t care one tiny iota. He wanted to know everything about Winter, and this was one thing he’d shared with countless people over the years that Fox hadn’t been able to…until now.
Winter removed his fingers and carefully pushed the head of his cock past the first stubborn muscles.
Fox groaned against that wonderful stretch and burn.
He’d missed this feeling of fullness. The heat of Winter surrounding him and filling him.
His lover moved slowly, entering him by inches.
Fox wanted to take him all in one smooth motion, but he also loved how Winter drew out this moment, extending those last seconds before that race toward the glorious finish line.
Fully seated, Winter pulled Fox up so that he was balanced on his knees. Both of his arms were wrapped tightly across Fox’s chest while he made these tiny pulsing thrusts into him, keeping Fox precariously balanced on the edge.
Winter’s lips caressed his neck in a series of sweet kisses that brought out goose bumps and muscles tightening in anticipation.
“Normally, I wait until the person is coming so they don’t notice the bite,” Winter murmured, lips brushing his skin. “I get the impression you want to be aware of it all.”
A soft whimper left Fox’s throat as he tried to move on Winter’s dick to deepen the thrust, but he was held too tight. “No. I want to feel it all.”
Winter made a noise in the back of his throat like he was purring. Fox could feel the rattle down his spine they were so damn close. “Just a little nibble, baby. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me. Trust you.”
So he might have been a little wrong. The fangs cut sharp and deep. Pain flashed through him and Fox tried so hard not to flinch. It made sense that Winter waited until his prey were lost in the pleasured haze of orgasm.
The fangs were pulled from his flesh and Winter sucked, taking his first pull of blood.
His lover moaned against his neck, and it was like Winter’s pleasure washed through him.
Fox felt his cock swell and his orgasm rushed right to the edge.
Nerve endings tingled, and his skin became incredibly sensitive.
Every pull of Winter’s mouth, every brush of his skin, was like he was being wound up tighter and tighter.
Winter pulled out and thrust in hard. Fox was lost. He cried out, barely managing to grab his dick to stroke himself through the explosive orgasm.
Somewhere in the middle, he was aware of Winter lifting his mouth and whispering filthy words into his ear, but the sounds barely penetrated over his own begging for Winter to never stop fucking him.
Just when Fox had nothing left, Winter carefully laid him down onto the bed and started to move inside of him in earnest, chasing his own release.
Turning his head on the pillow, Fox cracked open one eye and watched his sexy man over his shoulder.
His dark hair was wild about his head, and his eyes glowed with an eerie bluish-white light.
Blood smeared his lips, and his fangs were still visible.
Everything about Winter was fierce and predatory. And he belonged to Fox completely.
A low moan left Fox as he felt Winter swell inside of him. As his man’s orgasm crashed over him, Winter threw his head back, fucking him even harder.
And because a little devil was constantly whispering in his ear, Fox cried out, “Winter is coming!”
Winter’s shout was cut off with laughter, and somehow—because his man really was amazing—Winter managed to laugh, smack him on the ass, and come all at the same time.
A couple of moments later, Winter collapsed on top of Fox, pressing him into the mattress and his own cum. His breathing was fast in his ear while he snaked one arm around to wrap across part of Fox’s chest.
“I can’t…I can’t believe you said that,” Winter said, still trying to catch his breath.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“That stupid TV show has made my life hell.” But even as he spoke, he still sprinkled soft kisses across Fox’s shoulder blade. “And I think you broke something in my brain. A guy isn’t supposed to laugh and come at the same time.”
Fox hummed, loving the feel of Winter’s body stretched out along his, the sweaty weight smooshing him. “You’ll recover. You’re a vampire. You heal fast.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Does this mean I’m not going get six more weeks of Winter?”
The vampire pushed up on his hands and cautiously pulled out of Fox’s body. He cocked his head, eyes narrowed on Fox. “You’ve been saving that one, haven’t you?”
Fox’s lips twitched. He was trying so damn hard to hold in his laugh in the face of Winter’s stern expression. “At least I know I’ll never have to worry about Winter coming early.”
His lover rolled his eyes and collapsed on his side of the bed. Winter’s lips moved. Not quite a smile, but it looked like he was trying hard to hold one back. Fox crawled over to him and laid his head on his shoulder.
“You got it all out of your system?” Winter asked.
“One more.” Winter sighed, but Fox still reached up and gently placed his fingers against Winter’s chin, turning his face to meet his eyes. “You’ll always be my Winter wonderland.”
He finally smiled at Fox and it was a brilliant thing, lighting up his entire face. “Good save.”
“I love you, Winter. Love you more than I can ever say.”
“Love you too, Fox.” Winter reached over and touched the tender spot on his neck where he’d bitten him. “Are you okay?”
“Definitely. Barely more than a love bite.” Fox’s expression turned serious in a heartbeat. He was not concerned when it came to Winter’s bite. “What about you? How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.” Winter paused, his brow furrowed in thought for a second; then he nodded once. “Yep, I’m good. Slight extra tingle, but that could be from the orgasm.”
Fox grinned. “Good, because we are so doing that again.”
Winter barked out a surprised laugh as he reached over and turned out the light.
They got settled in bed. They should have cleaned up, but he was too tired to care.
It could all wait until tomorrow. Right now, Winter had his arm wrapped around Fox’s waist, and they were snuggled close under the blankets.
There was no place else he ever wanted to be.