Embracing Winter (Lords of Discord 4)

They kissed over and over again until Fox’s lips became sore, but he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t ever want to be physically parted from Winter. He’d found something with the vampire that he’d begun to doubt existed for him. Winter understood him in ways no one ever had.

Fox had spent so much of his life feeling like a failure because he’d never learned to use his gift and now that he had it at his fingertips, he honestly didn’t care. He only wanted Winter. And the vampire had wanted him even before he learned to use magic.

Winter’s lips moved away from Fox’s and traveled along his jaw and throat. His tongue swiped along his flesh and Fox shivered at the hint of fangs that scraped.

“Any preferences on where I take my very first nibble?” Winter asked. His hot breath brushed along damp skin and Fox moaned. “Neck? Arm? Or maybe the inside of your thigh?”

“Don’t care. Just want your dick inside of me at the same time.” Fox squirmed and reached, finally hooking his fingers inside the waistband of Winter’s briefs so he could tug them down.

Winter chuckled. “Well, it’s going to limit where I can bite you if we’re fucking at the same time.”

“From behind. Wanna be on my knees.” Fox was already rolling away from Winter, trying to kick out of the damn blankets and his own boxers at the same time. Just kissing Winter, thinking about what was to come, had made him hard. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

The mattress shifted as Winter reached for the lube and moved into position behind Fox. A plastic creak from the cap had Fox grabbing his cock and stroking himself. Winter’s strong fingers dug into his hip, moving him right where he needed to be before he felt the first cool brush of lube across his hole. Fox pushed back, taking those digits deep. He and Winter had been having sex far too frequently to draw this part out. He wanted his man inside of him, wanted to feel the kiss of those fangs.

Entire psychological volumes could probably be written on why this was unhealthy from a mental standpoint, but Fox didn’t care one tiny iota. He wanted to know everything about Winter, and this was one thing he’d shared with countless people over the years that Fox hadn’t been able to…until now.

Winter removed his fingers and carefully pushed the head of his cock past the first stubborn muscles. Fox groaned against that wonderful stretch and burn. He’d missed this feeling of fullness. The heat of Winter surrounding him and filling him. His lover moved slowly, entering him by inches. Fox wanted to take him all in one smooth motion, but he also loved how Winter drew out this moment, extending those last seconds before that race toward the glorious finish line.

Fully seated, Winter pulled Fox up so that he was balanced on his knees. Both of his arms were wrapped tightly across Fox’s chest while he made these tiny pulsing thrusts into him, keeping Fox precariously balanced on the edge.

Winter’s lips caressed his neck in a series of sweet kisses that brought out goose bumps and muscles tightening in anticipation.

“Normally, I wait until the person is coming so they don’t notice the bite,” Winter murmured, lips brushing his skin. “I get the impression you want to be aware of it all.”

A soft whimper left Fox’s throat as he tried to move on Winter’s dick to deepen the thrust, but he was held too tight. “No. I want to feel it all.”

Winter made a noise in the back of his throat like he was purring. Fox could feel the rattle down his spine they were so damn close. “Just a little nibble, baby. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’d never hurt me. Trust you.”

So he might have been a little wrong. The fangs cut sharp and deep. Pain flashed through him and Fox tried so hard not to flinch. It made sense that Winter waited until his prey were lost in the pleasured haze of orgasm.

The fangs were pulled from his flesh and Winter sucked, taking his first pull of blood. His lover moaned against his neck, and it was like Winter’s pleasure washed through him. Fox felt his cock swell and his orgasm rushed right to the edge. Nerve endings tingled, and his skin became incredibly sensitive. Every pull of Winter’s mouth, every brush of his skin, was like he was being wound up tighter and tighter.

Winter pulled out and thrust in hard. Fox was lost. He cried out, barely managing to grab his dick to stroke himself through the explosive orgasm. Somewhere in the middle, he was aware of Winter lifting his mouth and whispering filthy words into his ear, but the sounds barely penetrated over his own begging for Winter to never stop fucking him.