Chapter 31 #2
When Fox opened his eyes, there were unshed tears shimmering there. “Why each one of your brothers came up to me, hugged me, and thanked me for saving your life. I wasn’t sure if they were talking about the ghost thing or—”
Winter pulled Fox down for a slow, draining kiss that tasted of tears, heartbreak, and healing. “They were talking about everything. You accepted everything about me, took all of me, and claimed me as yours.”
“You are mine. Always will be.”
Fox’s kiss became more possessive, and Winter handed himself over to his lover.
They shifted against each other, the kisses growing more passionate.
Winter moaned as Fox’s stiff dick rubbed beside his own.
His hands clamped onto Fox’s hips, holding him in just the right place so Winter could continue to rub against him, sending the most wonderful sparks of pleasure throughout his body.
“No! You’re gonna make me come,” Fox groaned.
“I thought that was the point.”
Fox growled, but he could still feel the smile. “I want you coming inside of me.”
“Sounds perfect. I—shit! Lube?”
“Nightstand. Ethan assured me that there was a new bottle of lube in the nightstand,” Fox said a little too quickly.
Winter froze, his eyes narrowing on Fox. “Did you ask or—”
“Oh, hell no!” Fox sat up straight, which just put his ass in better contact with Winter’s dick, and he was left wondering if he really cared about the answer anymore.
“Your brother-in-law was happy to volunteer that information. Apparently, there are a lot of people living in his house who like a lot of sex.”
“Ethan,” Winter softly muttered. Only Ethan. He had no idea how Marcus handled that fledgling, but it didn’t matter. He had his own witch to keep him on his toes.
Fox grinned as he stretched across the bed and pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand. It took only a few seconds of fumbling to find the new bottle of lube. Fox returned to his previous seat and quickly pulled the plastic wrapping off, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Winter snatched the bottle out of Fox’s hands and popped open the cap. “Hold out your hand.”
“Really?” Fox asked but still did as he was instructed.
Winter squeezed a sizable dollop onto Fox’s fingers. “I like watching your face while you work. So damn sexy.”
Fox laughed as he braced his clean hand beside Winter’s shoulder and rose up on his knees over Winter.
He reached back with his lubed fingers and while Winter couldn’t see him working the gel into his body, his face was a beautiful mask of pleasure.
Squeezing some lube into his hand, Winter tossed the bottle aside and reached between their bodies.
But instead of stroking himself, he wrapped his fingers around Fox’s straining cock.
“Fuck, Winter!” Fox cried out, his eyes clenched shut.
He moved slowly, thrusting into Winter’s fist while working his own fingers in and out of his ass.
Lines of strain and ecstasy cut across his face.
His breathing became broken pants, and the arm holding him upright trembled.
Everything about him was so damn beautiful.
Every shift brushed some patch of skin across the head of Winter’s dick, keeping him balanced on the edge. He was ready to explode just watching Fox.
“Don’t make me come like this,” Fox begged.
“Are you ready?”
“God yes,” Fox snarled. His eyes snapped open, and he pinned Winter with an amazing “don’t fuck with me” look.
Winter reluctantly released Fox’s dick and grabbed the lube again. He placed more on his fingers, but this time he stroked his own dick, just enough to coat himself. Wrapping his fingers around the root, he held himself up for Fox and grinned at his man. “Ready for you.”
Bracing his hands on Winter’s chest, Fox slowly lowered himself onto Winter’s rigid cock, both of them moaning at the exquisite pleasure, the perfect warmth and tightness of Fox’s body. Why the hell did they ever stop fucking? This was perfection. Winter didn’t ever want this feeling to end.
But the moment Fox was fully seated, those tight muscles of his inner walls massaging his cock, he knew they were already in a race to the finish line. It was all too perfect, and each one of Fox’s kisses had driven him to this edge.
Fox lifted up and slowly sank down on Winter, muscles tightening as he moved.
Winter clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust upward into Fox’s welcoming body.
He wanted Fox to set the pace, wanted this all to be about Fox and what he needed.
But his self-control was shredded, and he was hanging on by threads.
His lover moved on him, quickening his pace, legs trembling while he panted. “Winter. Not sure…my legs…”
Winter was only too happy to help. He roughly grabbed Fox by the hips, holding him in a firm grip while Winter thrust up into Fox’s body again and again.
“Yes!” Fox screamed. “Yes, harder. Harder. So close.”
“Jerk yourself,” Winter ground out between gritted teeth. “Want to fuck you through it, and then I’m going to fill your ass.”
Fox moaned loudly enough that he was sure the rest of the house heard them, but Winter didn’t care.
Words were still coming out as Fox stroked himself, but they were all gibberish.
The first splash of hot cum on Winter’s chest was accompanied by Fox shouting his name.
Winter fucked him harder, trying to draw out Fox’s pleasure.
His own orgasm was so damn close. He was a rubber band stretched too far.
“Bite me!” Fox moaned, throwing his head back to expose his neck.
Winter’s fangs shot out so fast, the damn things tingled.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He released one of Fox’s hips and gripped his lover’s hair, holding him just right before sinking his fangs deep in the throbbing artery.
Hot blood poured down his throat and Fox screamed in pleasure again, his body jerking against his.
The world exploded around them, and electric bliss scorched through Winter as his moans joined Fox’s.
He kept moving, but his brain was white noise and liquid joy.
At some point, his arms gave out and he could only hold Fox close to him.
He carefully closed off the holes he’d created, not needing to take too much of his healing lover’s blood.
“Jesus…holy fuck…I’m dead…I think I’m dead,” Fox panted in his ear.
“We can be dead so long as we don’t ever have to move,” Winter murmured. He had just enough energy to turn his head to kiss the nearly healed bite mark. Fox shivered at the touch and sighed.
“I came twice. You made me come twice. My balls are dust right now.”
Winter chuckled at the image, holding him tight for another few seconds, then carefully rolling Fox onto his side.
Fox moaned. “I thought we weren’t moving.”
“Just enough to clean up.” Winter grabbed the towel he’d removed from Fox and gently wiped away the cum that streaked his stomach and the rest of his body. Winter quickly took care of himself and tossed the towel to the floor.
When they were both clean, Winter stretched out on his side, his head resting on his hand.
“You bit me,” Fox said with wonder. “How do you feel?”
Winter closed his eyes and searched inside himself, really weighing Fox’s question and he could come up with only one answer. “I feel loved.”
“You are.” Fox leaned up and kissed him slowly, savoring the moment. “You are very, very loved, Winter Varik.”
Winter smirked. “There will be a bunch of formality and all that, but you do realize that you are a Varik now. Fox Varik.”
Fox’s smile was brighter than the moon in the sky. “Fox Varik. A witch in a vampire clan?”
Winter shrugged. “We’ve already got two werewolves. We definitely need a witch.”
“Even if that witch isn’t great at magic?”
“Even if that witch is only good with locks, as long as he’s my witch.”
“And knots!” Fox added with a laugh. “I’m good with knots now too.”
Winter started to kiss Fox but was stopped by the sound of a loud bang on a wall and an even louder moan of pleasure. Winter closed his eyes and shuddered. He did not want to know which brother was closest to him.
Fox snickered. “While I do like your family, how long do you think it will be until we can go home?”
The noises and his brother’s acrobatics were forgotten under the warmth that single question created. Home. Their home together.
“I should be able to get the windows and door fixed within a couple of nights, but I was thinking…”
Fox’s head popped up and he turned on his side so that they were facing each other. “Yeah? About what?”
“Zelda said that you’ll feel stronger and your powers will more quickly replenish themselves if we’re closer to nature. Being in the middle of the city isn’t great for you.”
His lover’s expression clouded, and he frowned. “I feel fine. Zelda is just being a worrywart. I’m happy to stay at the loft with you.”
“I know,” Winter said gently. He lifted one hand and pushed his fingers through Fox’s dark-red hair, brushing it back from his forehead.
He was way overdue for a haircut, and there was some part of Winter that was absurdly happy that he even knew that.
“But I was thinking…since Marcus doesn’t want me serving as spy as much anymore, we could move out of the city.
There’s this large plot of land close to Bel’s new house.
Kind of near the burbs but also not too far from the city.
We could build a house there. We’d be close enough to Bel that you could hang out with Wyatt and River during the day since I’d be housebound. Lots of wooded land and—”
Winter didn’t get any further as Fox crushed their mouths together in an excited kiss that was a lot of teeth, thanks to their smiling. Fox peppered his face with a few more kisses before pulling away.
“Really? You’d move? We’d build a house together?”
“Yes, I want to build an entire life together.”
“And you don’t mind living near your brother in the middle of nowhere?”
Winter chuckled. “Bel is the most tolerable of all my brothers. Though you have to watch out with him wanting to use you as a guinea pig. You can’t fall for his ‘it’s for science’ bullshit.”
“I don’t care.” Fox snuggled close, his head resting on Winter’s shoulder and his arm wrapped around his waist. “As long as I get to keep you, I don’t care where we live or if your brother wants to use me for science experiments.”
Winter hugged him back, resting his cheek on the top of his head. “You’ll never have to live without me. You’re a Varik now.”
Winter smiled at the sound of Fox’s soft snoring.
His witch had fought sleep for the better part of an hour as they talked about the house they would build, the garden Fox wanted to put in next spring, and how they would be close enough to meet some of the local wolf pack.
Exhaustion finally won and Fox passed out, half-sprawled across Winter’s chest.
A little smirk formed on Winter’s lips as he carefully stretched his arm to grab his phone from where it was charging on the nightstand. Months ago, he’d sworn he would never fucking do this.
But with Fox’s warm, soft skin pressed to his, the sound of his breathing in his ear, Winter finally understood the why of it all.
Getting settled against Fox, he pulled up the camera app in selfie mode.
It took more tries than he wanted to admit, but he finally got the picture he wanted.
He stared at it for a moment. The bruises on Fox’s face hurt Winter’s soul, but they were also proof that Fox fought for him, fought for all the Variks.
He couldn’t take that away from his lover.
But it was his own image that caught him off guard. His hair was a mess, but there was a brightness to his eyes he couldn’t ever remember seeing in the past. His pale skin was flushed, and the smile on his lips reflected a joy he felt all the way down to his soul. And it was all Fox’s doing.
Barely holding in a laugh, Winter attached the picture to a text that would go to a group for his brothers. He typed:
Finally took the advice of this shitty sleep service. Turns out it was right. Best way to start a day.
He held on to the phone and as he expected, only seconds passed before three dots appeared.
Naturally, the first reply was from Rafe.
He sent a picture of his golden Philippe resting his head on Rafe’s chest. His eyes were barely open and there was a sleepy, sated smile on his lips.
Rafe, of course, looked like a devil with his dark hair and nearly glowing blue eyes.
The youngest Varik finally caught his unicorn.
Unicorn? Winter replied.
Only a mythical creature could satisfy a Varik, Rafe replied, the smug bastard.
Bel sent a picture of him snuggled between two rumpled-looking shifters, a wide grin on his face. Some of us are better at catching unicorns than others.
Marcus replied with a picture of him spooning a sleeping Ethan. It doesn’t matter the number. Only who caught one first.
Winter snorted and froze when Fox yawned and shifted against him. Grateful he hadn’t woken his lover, he was preparing to put his phone away when Rafe texted.
Totally saving these. Putting them on Instagram.
Almost in unison, three texts flashed onto the screen in reply.
NO!