captured up some of his pre-cum. Winter stroked him, sending fiery sparks of pleasure throughout Fox. He’d also loosened his hold just enough that Fox could thrust into his hand and then back onto his cock, fucking himself just as Winter had described.
A long, low moan poured from Winter’s throat, and it was like the world had been set on fire. There were no more gentle touches and sweet kisses. It was all fire and explosions. Winter moved with him, filling the quiet room with the sweaty slap of skin and grunts of pleasure. The tension in Fox’s body had been pulled painfully tight. He was so fucking close. He didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not when he’d just found all this perfection, but there was no stopping it. His orgasm was a runaway train barreling toward the station. There wasn’t time to get out of the way. He could only let it slam into him and pray he survived.
Fox drew a breath to warn Winter, but it left his lips in a shout of pure pleasure as his orgasm exploded through every nerve and cell. The world was blotted out, and the air was knocked from his lungs. There was nothing but sharp pleasure and the sound of Winter’s moans of pleasure as he followed Fox over that wonderful cliff.
When the world started to come back into focus, he was first aware of Winter wrapped around him, his breathing in desperate pants. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Fox’s own cum had been smeared across his chest. Everything shook and trembled. He didn’t know how he was still standing other than pure willpower.
“You’re…that…amazing,” Winter said brokenly in his ear.
Fox tried to laugh, but no sound came out around his own pants. “Yeah. Definitely doing that again.”
Winter snorted while his arms tightened around Fox’s chest. “Whenever you want me, I’m yours.”
Fox smiled and closed his eyes, getting lost in that warmth. He couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t want Winter. He could definitely enjoy this arrangement.
Chapter 15
Winter couldn’t sit around his loft any longer, waiting for someone somewhere to provide the information he needed. Three nights had passed since his family had descended on his place. They were still waiting for Rafe or Aiden to hear from Zelda. They were also waiting for Rafe’s secret contact to cough up some information on either Damon or the prophecy.
Normally, Winter would be out, interrogating ghosts and lurking around other vampires while invisible to the living world, but he was hesitant to leave Fox at his loft alone. It wasn’t that he believed Fox would do something to betray him or his family while he was away. It was more that he didn’t understand what Fox’s role was in all this insanity. He didn’t want to be away from him in case it came to protecting his family or Fox from Damon.
But at least there was one thing they could do while they were stuck waiting.
Well, more than one thing. They were already having sex, and it wasn’t really accomplishing much—other than keeping a smile on Winter’s lips. In the past week, he’d laughed more with Fox than he had in his entire two hundred years. Winter had no desire to let that go, but it was important to understand what he was coming to think of as the Fox Effect.
Why did this witch block out the voices and the visions of the ghosts that had followed him for years? There had to be a reason for it. And even if he couldn’t uncover the reason, he could at least figure out the limitations.
And that meant a little scientific testing. He almost wished Bel were there to help. The vampire had a mind for science and could go about things in a more organized fashion than Winter could, but he refused to tell Bel more about his secrets. At least, not while they were in the middle of dealing with Damon.
Turning off the SUV’s engine, Winter glanced over to find Fox frowning out the front window at the park he’d selected for its typical cluster of ghosts. His hand was on his seat belt, but he wasn’t removing it.
“Are you sure it’s safe? No vampires around?” Fox asked softly.
“None that I can sense at the moment,” Winter said, though he didn’t volunteer that his ability to sense other vampires was a tad less developed when compared to his brothers.
After being around his brothers for years, it was quite clear they