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I grunted again in the affirmative before sinking into dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER 10
SANTA
I kissedand licked the back of Boz's ear until he squirmed awake. I'd let him sleep for six hours, but I wanted to play again before returning to my apartment at sunrise. For emergencies like the occasional hurricane or super storm, I used the coffin in my walk-in closet, but most of the time, I greeted the day in my lightless bedroom.
I didn't watch him sleep—I'd never been that kind of vampire. Instead, I closed my eyes and listened to him breathe, getting lost in the beautiful rhythm my body no longer needed to stay alive.
I held him close with one arm draped over his chest, relishing in his body heat. The cold didn't bother me, thanks to my vampire constitution, but even with a healthy dose of blood in my system, my core temperature ran a few degrees cooler than thehuman norm. So far, Boz hadn't seemed to mind. If he squirmed any closer to me, my cock would be in his ass.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Lucky for us, it's still night," I said. I wouldn't need more blood until I slept for the day.
Boz craned his neck over his shoulder for a kiss, and I guided him onto his back until I was on top of him, my legs straddling his. Our cocks rubbed together with a glorious slide of friction and he moaned.
"I promised you one more orgasm," I said, "and then I'll let you rest."
"This is how vampires kill people, isn't it." His voice was still husky from sleep, and I loved it. "You fuck people to death."
"Lack of fluids," I agreed, "though not usually those fluids."
I took us both in hand, my grip too loose to give either of us much friction beyond the slick rub of our cocks against each other. We both added precome to the mix, and I used it to my advantage, tightening my hold. The ambient light from the outside streetlamps caught on the beads of sweat on Boz's forehead. His breath came in sharp pants. I clamped my hand around our cocks and he whined in the back of his throat, a silent plea for more. I increased speed, still within the realm of human possibility but fast enough to send his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming." He bucked wildly beneath me, his cum dotting his sleek chest hair and abdomen.
It used to annoy me when people told me something I already knew. I'd had sex with vampires and humans, men and women, enough to know when they were close. With Boz, what I had considered over-sharing in the past was now endearing. I appreciated it after so many years of fucking people who only cared about themselves. It came with the territory. Most people who would pay for sex didn't give a shit about their partner.
It was a good thing I didn't do it for the emotional connection. I was there to get my rocks off, too. It was my job to work them into a frenzy with my commanding presence and whatever kink we were going for that month. For Santa's Workshop, it was all about wish fulfillment. They told me what they wanted me to do, and I did it.
Boz had asked me what position I preferred. Me. Like it mattered. It did matter to me, but when it mattered to him … if my cold, dead heart could melt, Boz would be the one holding the blowtorch to it.
My orgasm hit me like a gas explosion, my cum jetting as high as Boz's headboard before splashing across his chest and abdomen. I couldn't remember the last time I'd come so hard my vision whited out.
I eased off him, not wanting to crush him while I tried to recover. Vampires didn't need to breathe, butthat didn't explain why my chest felt tight. Maybe it was more than my heart melting. Maybe there was something wrong with me. It wasn't the cardio, that's for sure. I had sex ten to fifteen times a night, and tonight I'd had two orgasms to Boz's three.
Fanglory's vampire physician came to the bar on Tuesdays. I'd have to ask them.
"I'll never be able to touch myself again." Boz's whisper resonated with awe. "Why does it feel better when you do it?"
"You shouldn't say things like that," I said. "I might enforce it."
"What? Never touching myself again?" He rubbed at his face as though that would force his sleepiness away.
"What if I made you wait for me before I granted your next orgasm?"
His head flopped back on the pillow and he heaved a sigh. "Only if you promise there will be a next time."
"Fuck yes." The words were out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. If I had to do it over, I wouldn't have sounded so enthusiastic. Sex with Boz was already addicting, but he didn't need to know that.
"How long do I have to wait?" he asked. "Please don't say next Monday."
I laughed. "I could make you wait until next Tuesday night, after Key's party." Christmas was on aWednesday this year. "Or I could stop by before I leave for work tomorrow. Or is it tonight?" I laughed.
"Tonight. Definitely tonight." Boz wrapped his arms around my neck. When I didn't bend to his will, he leaned up for a quick kiss.
"You seem pretty desperate," I teased.
