Winter grumbled. He squeezed Fox one last time before loosening his hold.
Fox lifted his face, joy surging through him as he pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
Things were getting out of control, and Winter had no one to blame but himself.
The sex had once again been fucking amazing, which wasn’t at all the surprising part. Considering how Fox’s kisses set him on fire, it was only natural for sex to be mind-blowing between them. Slipping deep into Fox’s body, listening to his cries of pleasure, it had all been intoxicating. He didn’t want it to ever end. But there had been no fighting his orgasm the moment Fox’s orgasm gripped him this time, either. The screams and hot splash of cum across his stomach threw him off the cliff and straight into white-hot bliss.
But he shouldn’t have flipped him over. Shouldn’t have kissed him. Shouldn’t have practically begged to bite him. It was like Fox stripped away all his self-control.
Even now, he should have rolled away, putting some much-needed space between them. This was all feeling too personal. So much more than the fun, meaningless sex they were supposed to be enjoying. He should be focusing on decoding that stupid prophecy and figuring out Damon’s next step.
And yet he couldn’t get his arms to completely release Fox. He didn’t want to stop staring at Fox’s smiling face.
“What are you thinking?” Fox asked. The witch leaned close and brushed his lips across Winter’s and placed another kiss to his brow. “You look like you’re thinking hard about something.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if they’d made a huge mistake, but he couldn’t. Mostly because he didn’t want to label this wonderful moment a mistake. He was too happy for it to be a mistake, and he didn’t want to say anything to take away Fox’s smile. “Did your mother really name you Fox, or is it just a nickname?”
Fox gasped and playfully shoved at Winter’s chest. “What the fuck?” Fox said with a laugh. “Yes, my name is Fox. Fox Lincoln Turner.” A little noise escaped his throat as Winter finally slipped free of him in all their shifting. Shoving Winter onto his back, Fox leaned over him. His expression turned serious, but his lips were still twitching like he was on the verge of laughing. “The more important question is what your mother was thinking when she named you and your brothers? Are they like code names or something?”
Winter smiled softly up at him. “Actually, my mother had very specific reasons for naming each of us.”
“Really?” Fox’s expression lightened again, and he snuggled in close, placing his head on Winter’s chest as if he were getting ready to hear a story. “Like what?”
Winter reached up and threaded his fingers through Fox’s sweaty hair, pushing it from his face and gently massaging his scalp. He couldn’t stop touching the man. Didn’t ever want to stop. “Marcus is the oldest, and his name means ‘warrior.’ She said she wanted to have many children and the oldest would always be the protector, so he needed a strong name.”
Fox hummed. “That makes sense.”
“I already told you Rafe and Beltran are twins.”
“Obviously not identical.”
“Just their sarcasm as far as I can tell.”
Fox snickered. “Rafe likes to be a pain in the ass, I think. Bel is sweet.”
“That is fair. Rafe was born first, and his name means ‘shield wolf.’ She wanted him to be a protector for his twin. Beltran means ‘bright raven.’ She said she took one look at Bel and knew that he was going to be brilliant. It’s fitting that he has a friend raven he calls Ozzie.”
“Is he? Smart, that is.”
Winter slid his hand down from Fox’s hair to his back. A happy hum of pleasure left Fox, and he relaxed even more. Winter kept rubbing down along his spine. “Bel is brilliant. Definitely our bright raven.”
Fox made a noise like a happy yawn. “And Winter? Does it mean something other than the season?”
“No.”
Fox tilted his head up and looked at him with sleepy eyes. “Then why?”
“I’m not sure what name she originally had picked out for me. I was born prematurely during one of the worst winters London had seen in a long time. I was small, and the doctor didn’t think I was going to make it. My mother stayed locked in her bedroom with me, allowing only her personal maid to come in to bring food and other necessities.”