Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 139076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Winter!” Fox cried out, his eyes clenched shut. He moved slowly, thrusting into Winter’s fist while working his own fingers in and out of his ass. Lines of strain and ecstasy cut across his face. His breathing became broken pants, and the arm holding him upright trembled. Everything about him was so damn beautiful.
Every shift brushed some patch of skin across the head of Winter’s dick, keeping him balanced on the edge. He was ready to explode just watching Fox.
“Don’t make me come like this,” Fox begged.
“Are you ready?”
“God yes,” Fox snarled. His eyes snapped open, and he pinned Winter with an amazing “don’t fuck with me” look.
Winter reluctantly released Fox’s dick and grabbed the lube again. He placed more on his fingers, but this time he stroked his own dick, just enough to coat himself. Wrapping his fingers around the root, he held himself up for Fox and grinned at his man. “Ready for you.”
Bracing his hands on Winter’s chest, Fox slowly lowered himself onto Winter’s rigid cock, both of them moaning at the exquisite pleasure, the perfect warmth and tightness of Fox’s body. Why the hell did they ever stop fucking? This was perfection. Winter didn’t ever want this feeling to end.
But the moment Fox was fully seated, those tight muscles of his inner walls massaging his cock, he knew they were already in a race to the finish line. It was all too perfect, and each one of Fox’s kisses had driven him to this edge.
Fox lifted up and slowly sank down on Winter, muscles tightening as he moved. Winter clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust upward into Fox’s welcoming body. He wanted Fox to set the pace, wanted this all to be about Fox and what he needed. But his self-control was shredded, and he was hanging on by threads.
His lover moved on him, quickening his pace, legs trembling while he panted. “Winter. Not sure…my legs…”
Winter was only too happy to help. He roughly grabbed Fox by the hips, holding him in a firm grip while Winter thrust up into Fox’s body again and again.
“Yes!” Fox screamed. “Yes, harder. Harder. So close.”
“Jerk yourself,” Winter ground out between gritted teeth. “Want to fuck you through it, and then I’m going to fill your ass.”
Fox moaned loudly enough that he was sure the rest of the house heard them, but Winter didn’t care. Words were still coming out as Fox stroked himself, but they were all gibberish. The first splash of hot cum on Winter’s chest was accompanied by Fox shouting his name. Winter fucked him harder, trying to draw out Fox’s pleasure. His own orgasm was so damn close. He was a rubber band stretched too far.
“Bite me!” Fox moaned, throwing his head back to expose his neck.
Winter’s fangs shot out so fast, the damn things tingled. He didn’t need to be told twice. He released one of Fox’s hips and gripped his lover’s hair, holding him just right before sinking his fangs deep in the throbbing artery. Hot blood poured down his throat and Fox screamed in pleasure again, his body jerking against his.
The world exploded around them, and electric bliss scorched through Winter as his moans joined Fox’s. He kept moving, but his brain was white noise and liquid joy. At some point, his arms gave out and he could only hold Fox close to him. He carefully closed off the holes he’d created, not needing to take too much of his healing lover’s blood.
“Jesus…holy fuck…I’m dead…I think I’m dead,” Fox panted in his ear.
“We can be dead so long as we don’t ever have to move,” Winter murmured. He had just enough energy to turn his head to kiss the nearly healed bite mark. Fox shivered at the touch and sighed.
“I came twice. You made me come twice. My balls are dust right now.”
Winter chuckled at the image, holding him tight for another few seconds, then carefully rolling Fox onto his side.
Fox moaned. “I thought we weren’t moving.”
“Just enough to clean up.” Winter grabbed the towel he’d removed from Fox and gently wiped away the cum that streaked his stomach and the rest of his body. Winter quickly took care of himself and tossed the towel to the floor.
When they were both clean, Winter stretched out on his side, his head resting on his hand.
“You bit me,” Fox said with wonder. “How do you feel?”
Winter closed his eyes and searched inside himself, really weighing Fox’s question and he could come up with only one answer. “I feel loved.”
“You are.” Fox leaned up and kissed him slowly, savoring the moment. “You are very, very loved, Winter Varik.”
Winter smirked. “There will be a bunch of formality and all that, but you do realize that you are a Varik now. Fox Varik.”
Fox’s smile was brighter than the moon in the sky. “Fox Varik. A witch in a vampire clan?”