Winter pulled out of him completely and moved off the bed. Okay, this was definitely worse. But before he could even pull in a breath to beg him to resume fucking him, Winter was flipping him onto his back and climbing onto the bed again. Holding his legs just behind his knees, Winter easily slid into his body. They sighed as one, relief and pleasure swamping Fox hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs.
“Is this better?” Winter demanded. “Or would you rather something like this?” He wrapped Fox’s legs around his waist and leaned down so that his lips brushed against Fox’s. Their chests rubbed together, a delicious tingling of sensations where the light hair on Winter’s chest rubbed along Fox’s bare chest. His cock rubbed against Winter’s stomach. The new position had each thrust massaging his prostate. The combination was driving Fox completely insane.
And then Winter kissed him. It was broken and messy, but he could taste Winter’s desire and his joy. That exquisite joy surged through him, and Fox desperately kissed him back, eating at his mouth with a series of hungry kisses. Oh God, he was never going to get enough of this man. He didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
Unfortunately, Fox’s orgasm caught up with him. Sharp pleasure slammed into him, and Fox’s entire body tightened. He screamed Winter’s name as the vampire fucked him through it. The world threatened to white out. Winter’s orgasm followed directly after his. He shouted, and Winter filled his channel with wonderful heat.
To his shock, Winter wrapped his arms around him as he collapsed on top of him. He carefully thrust into him a couple of times more, sliding through his own cum and squeezing a last pathetic whimper out of Fox. Winter rolled them onto their sides and pressed his face into Fox’s neck.
“I want to bite you so much right now. The perfect end to perfect sex,” Winter whispered. His breath dancing across his skin.
“I’m sorry,” Fox panted. He was still trying to get his brain working, and being cuddled so tightly in Winter’s arms wasn’t helping.
“Don’t. Don’t ever apologize for who you are,” 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?”