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