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He worked his way up his dick, where he slowly licked around the head before taking it into his mouth. Fox did the same and they both moaned. The vibrations from the sound caressed Winter’s dick, and he knew there was no way he was going to last long. He tried to focus on Fox’s cock in his mouth, stroking the shaft with his tongue as he moved, but Fox was driving him crazy. The orgasm was building faster and faster. He tried to suck his lover harder while stroking him with his hand. He wanted to make Fox come, wanted to taste him.

But Fox cheated.

The evil fucker wet one of his fingers and started playing with Winter’s hole. Just light pressing, but it was enough to shove him over the edge into orgasmic bliss. He barely managed to pull off Fox’s dick as he shouted, coming hard down Fox’s throat. His fist tightened around Fox’s cock and he continued to jerk him. A low moan was his only warning before Fox was shattering in his arms. Hot cum splashed across his mouth, neck, and chest. Winter licked his lips, bringing his salty taste into his mouth between broken pants.

After a moment, Fox flopped onto his back and breathlessly laughed. “That…that was fucking amazing.”

“Yes,” Winter panted. “But…I’m not very good at it.”

Fox’s head popped up and looked at him like he was insane. “Are you shitting me?” He then blinked and laughed again. “Damn. I made a mess on you.” He scrambled to the edge of the bed and reached to the floor. He came up with what looked like one of their T-shirts and started wiping off Winter’s chest and neck.

“You’re amazing,” Winter purred.

Fox stopped trying to clean him up and kissed him deep. Winter could taste himself as well as Fox’s satisfaction.

“So were you.” Fox’s eyes narrowed when Winter opened his mouth to argue. To his shock, Fox leaned down and licked him across the lips. “Tastes like you made me come. It certainly looks like it.”

“Smartass.”

Fox tossed the soiled T-shirt aside and stretched out alongside Winter, his arm thrown across Winter’s chest. “You made me feel good. That’s all that matters.” He released a happy sigh, and Winter relaxed. “Thank you for my first sixty-nine.”

Winter chuckled, pleased he could share a first with this man. “Thank you for my first lesson in blowjobs.”

A yawn stretched Fox’s jaw and he made a strange, happy noise. “Anytime you want a demonstration, or even if you just want to practice, I’m happy to help.”

Growling, Winter pulled Fox close and flipped them so that Fox was on his back and Winter was on top. Fox cackled wildly, and joy exploded in Winter’s chest, pushing out the last of the darkness from the night’s events. He kissed Fox over and over again. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of his lips, the taste of him, the little noises he made. The sex was amazing, but Winter was endlessly addicted to kissing Fox. He would never get enough.

When he finally lifted his lips, it was to find Fox smiling up at him.

“Look at that,” Fox started. “Trauma all gone. Almost like magic.”

“You’re the magical one here.”

Fox placed his hand against Winter’s cheek, his thumb tracing along the point of his chin. “I think you underestimate yourself, Winter Varik.”

Winter could only turn his head and place a kiss to Fox’s palm. He had no response. He hoped Fox was right. “We need to get some sleep. We have to figure out how we’re going to save the world tomorrow.”

Sitting up, Winter reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed one of the blankets. He settled it around their naked bodies before pulling Fox close again. He didn’t know how they were going to save his family, but he didn’t want to do it without Fox at his side.

Chapter 21

Fox awoke with a start. He shot upright in the bed, gasping for air against the last image burned in his brain. All the Variks were dead…because of him. Because of his magic. It was just a nightmare, but he couldn’t shake it.

He glanced over his shoulder to find Winter sprawled on his stomach, his face pressed into his pillow as he breathed deeply.

It would be so nice to just curl up with Winter again and fall asleep, pretend the nightmare was nothing, but he knew he’d never be able to. The dream wasn’t an omen, but a reminder of the one thing he didn’t want to think about—hurting the Variks.

As quietly as he possibly could, Fox slipped out of bed and pulled on the pajamas he’d tossed onto the floor. Escaping Winter’s room without waking him, Fox headed downstairs where he dropped on the couch to face the cold, hard truth.

He was the Fox in the prophecy.


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