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Snagging the bottle of lube that was already open, Fox started to crawl across the messy sheets and blankets when he realized the light was still on. He cursed himself as he hurried back across the room and slapped it off. Winter had said the hotel room for his anonymous hookups was always dark when he entered, and Fox was desperate to recreate Winter’s preference.

It was better this way. Anonymous meant there was a proper emotional distance. Already emotions were getting tangled up when it came to the vampire. When they’d first met, it was easy to say that Winter was only keeping him to make sure he didn’t kill the Variks. But it would have been easy for Winter to just chuck him into a room and throw him apples like the last vampires.

He wasn’t. They talked and played video games. Winter had kept him entertained when Fox knew he had better things to do with his time. He was gentle and caring when he didn’t have to be. They cracked jokes and laughed.

And most of all, he felt safe with Winter. The vampire’s words in the garage had been incredibly possessive and protective, warming Fox everywhere. Winter made him feel special and not completely useless. He wanted to do anything he could to live up to that feeling for Winter.

He planned to start with blowing his fucking mind in bed. Fox pushed down his underwear and stepped out of them when they pooled on the floor at the foot of the bed. Anonymous role-playing. This was going to be so much fun.

Kneeling in the center of the bed, he squeezed some lube on his fingers and rubbed it briefly to warm it a little. He braced one hand on the bed and reached back to play with his hole.

A low hiss slipped between clenched teeth as he pressed two fingers inside. God, he couldn’t wait to have Winter pushing into him again.

Fox stopped to add more lube to his fingers and pressed them inside while lowering his face to the sheets. He dragged in a deep breath and softly moaned against the fabric as he was wrapped in Winter’s minty scent. Fresh and crisp. It was like he’d been born from the snow.

A low chuckle rippled down the hall and Fox bit his lower lip as he pulled his fingers from his ass and braced both arms on the bed. Goose bumps broke out across this body as his mind conjured up the image of himself naked and on his knees in the middle of Winter’s bed, ass in the air as light from the hall spilled into the room. So wanton and needy.

“You left me a trail of breadcrumbs,” Winter said, his wonderful voice a low growl. “Afraid I wouldn’t find you?”

“Didn’t want you going to the wrong hotel room.” Fox’s voice was partially muffled by the thick comforter he was tightly gripping with both hands to keep from grabbing his own dick.

Cool air brushed across Fox’s bare skin a second before Winter’s warm hand rubbed across one ass cheek. “I would have searched every room, opened every door, to find you.” Soft lips brushed across the opposite cheek followed by the slightest nip of teeth, wringing a whimper from Fox’s throat. He wasn’t going to fucking last if Winter toyed with him.

“Be right back,” Winter said, and Fox’s head popped up.

“What?” he squeaked in outrage.

Winter walked past him to the adjoining bathroom, pointing at him as he caught his eye. “Don’t move!” Winter slipped inside and partially closed the door. Light leaked out along the edges.

Motherfucker! He couldn’t handle this before coming upstairs and touching him?

The water tap turned on and a second later he heard…brushing. Winter was brushing his teeth. The vampire had finished his snack and was now making sure his mouth was minty fresh for more kissing, which made Fox’s heart pick up its pace just a little more.

The light flipped off, plunging everything into darkness, and the cool air grazed his flesh again. Winter was there, silently moving around him. Fox’s skin prickled all over under the imagined weight of his sharp gaze. Rumors held that vampires could clearly see in the dark and all of Fox’s pale skin was laid out for Winter like a buffet.

A hand landed across one shoulder, smoothed along his spine, along the curve of his ass in a soft caress. Fox pressed his mouth into the comforter and moaned, his body shifting and stretching as if trying to keep in contact with his touch for a long as possible. Winter’s touch alone was magic, and Fox wanted to soak in it.

The hand disappeared for a second to be replaced by a single long digit sliding down the crack of his ass. He lingered at his hole and then pressed just the tip inside. A noise came from Winter, almost like a moan.


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