by Julia Talbot
He didn’t mind a snuggle, and Brax’s smell was comforting. Grizz closed his eyes, ready to relax.
The touches dragged him away from sleep, pulling at him as they dragged through his chest hair.
“Mmm?” Grizz cracked one eye open. “Whazzit?”
“Shh...sleeping.”
“You’re petting me.”
“It that not allowed?” Goofy vamp. They barely knew each other. How was he supposed to know the rules?
“No, it’s fine, I just didn’t expect it.”
“Mmm.” Peyton nuzzled in, sighed. “Okay.”
“You all right?” He didn’t want Peyton to feel weird or uncomfortable.
“Warm. It’s good to be warm.”
“Oh, is that what you want?” He grabbed a blanket to wrap around them, then yanked Peyton up against him in a bear hug.
Peyton groaned softly and went boneless. Excellent. The whole cold thing was the easiest for him to fix.
Most of the vamps he’d met were at least a bit standoffish. This one seemed to be unique. Really friendly, in fact. Enough to make him wiggle, trying not to rub. Every time he shifted away, the little bit moved closer.
Finally, he just threw caution to the wind and held on, letting Peyton slide between his legs. If he sprung wood, he did. He wasn’t holding tight or nothing.
He was just giving a guy a place to stay. Cody was so going to owe him one for this.
Chapter Five
Peyton didn’t hate this. Once he had his feet under him and enough rest, he actually enjoyed getting out and about, meeting all the different shifters, the other vamps, even the ghost riders, who were a little freaky, since they were slightly transparent…
His roommate was a touch grumpy, but warm and fuzzy and adorable, so he could work with it. Peyton wandered through the after dark crowd, watching the people ebb and flow. He’d seen Grizz ride tonight, the big bear leaping with stunning grace to wrestle a demon steer to the ground.
He had to admit, it was surprisingly hot to watch Grizz work. Grizz had been a bit reluctant to get to know him, but at in the hours that they coincided in sleep, Grizz snuggled like a champ.
“Get the fuck out of the way, prick!” A blow came to the back of his shoulder, spinning him around and sending him slamming into this huge fucking ogre.
“Ow!” What the fuck? Peyton hadn’t been in the way, that he knew. “What the hell?”
“You don’t belong here.” Huge hands wrapped around his shoulders, big enough that the fingertips touched his spine when they met in the middle.
“Where am I supposed to be?”
The answer was a roar and the only thing Peyton could think to do was raise his joined fists up under the asshole’s chin. If he couldn’t move his head, it would be hard for the jerk to beat him down.
His feet left the ground, his body dangling. Well, this was bad. He kicked hard, searching for any soft tissue to dig his pointy-toed boot into.
Didn’t seem to be much there to smoosh… Damn it, at least he couldn’t be strangled. A broken neck could be uncomfortable while it healed, though.
A low rumble sounded and something slammed into the asshole holding Peyton, making the big hands pop open and release him.
He stumbled backward, struggling to keep to his feet, his arms flailing.
There was a bear. Literally a bear. A dire bear, standing over six-foot-tall and swiping at his attacker with a paw the size of a turkey platter.
“Look at that.” He had to stare, fascinated, utterly charmed by the casual strength. The thick fur held a musky scent that made his nose twitch with pleasure.
The thing… ogre. Right, ogre. Fell back, his face a little smooshed.
“Do they not have security around here? Cody, what sort of establishment are you running?”
The bear dropped to all fours, then came to sniff him. That gave him something to grab to pull himself to his feet.
“Thank you, honey.” He hugged the bear, purely on impulse.
Grizz grunted and groaned, a very bearlike communication that meant nothing. Then the big bear was pushing him away from the ogre, back toward Grizz’s trailer. He was all over that. Grizz’s trailer was safe and home, at least for now.
He had to admit, it made him feel loved, the way Cody had made the changes he needed to Grizz’s home on wheels. And Grizz had allowed it, snuggling with him and…
Oh.
“Grizz, you are stunning.” He grabbed a handful of fur, balancing himself.
Grizz rumbled again, and Peyton thought it was a happy sound.
He sure hoped it was.
They found the trailer, and he just now realized why the main trailer entrance was so oversized. A bear could fit through it.
“Let me get the door. You got the purse tonight. That must feel good.”
Grizz bobbed that enormous head, nose working. He’d heard bears had a great sense of smell.
He unlocked the big door and encouraged Grizz to come in. The steps sagged under Grizz’s weight, but they held. Grizz moved right to the fridge, nosing it.
“Hold up. Let me lock the doors and I’ll pull things out. There’s salmon in there, for sure.” Christ, Grizz was the biggest bear he’d ever seen. Amazing.
Peyton locked up, then moved Grizz as gently as he could so he could get into the fridge. Yep. Stinky salmon.
“Here you go. You want all of it…”
Slurp.
“Huh. That’s damn impressive.” He stared, because wow. That had been a large fish.
Grizz opened his mouth, showing off his teeth. Yeah, and a bit whoa with the breath.
“Those are also genuinely horrifying. Mine are smaller, but sharper.” He gave Grizz a toothy grin of his own and started tossing blackberries in.
Every berry caused Grizz to lick his chops and moan, and it was the most adorable thing Peyton had ever seen. He couldn’t remember when he’d laughed so hard.
By the time they went through the third quart, Peyton was stained with juice, top to bottom.
Grizz proceeded to lumber up to him and knock him down, one paw on his leg to hold him in place. Then the big oaf began to lick him.
“Tickles! Tickles, Grizz!” He couldn’t stop his laughter, his joy bubbling out of him. That tongue was so rough it all but tore his clothes, and he couldn’t wiggle free.
He thought that sound meant Grizz was laughing at him.
He reached up and rubbed one ear, but Grizz was focused and Peyton was fucked. All he could do was laugh helplessly and hope he survived his first bear mauling. By the time Grizz was done, he was exhausted and more than willing to be tugged into the curve of Grizz’s fluffy body and held close.
Grizz sprawled out right on the floor, giving him a soft place to curl up.
“Thank you. You are a gentleman and a scholar.”
One big paw waved in the air, and Grizz the bear was definitely laughing at him. He scratched the big belly, playing along.
“Grrr-rr-rrrr.” He thought that meant Grizz liked it.
Of course, it could be snoring, because Grizz went from awake and playing to asleep in mere moments.
Peyton snuggled in and grabbed his phone. The paw covering his ankle and foot proved that he didn’t have anywhere he needed to go.
That was okay. His sound was off, and he could play Candy Crush for hours.
Hours.
He settled in and started playing.
Chapter Six
Grizz woke up somewhere deep in the night because he was freezing and his butt hurt. Oh, he was on the floor, and his human skin wasn’t near as padded as his bear one. He heaved Vampy into the air and carried him to the bed. Maybe he needed a shower…
“You okay, honey? You look chilly. I’ll snuggle.”
“Yeah. I would like that.”
He pulled a blanket over them.
“Thank you for earlier. I appreciate the save.”
“No problem. I don’t like ogres.”
“Apparently they don’t like me either.” Peyton nuzzled him, mouth soft and warm.
“They don’t like anyone.” He patted Peyton’s back, but he wasn’t sleepy now. Not really. That tight little body felt really good against his.
“Good to know it’s not just me.” Peyton wriggled, rubbing against him like a wanton.
“No.” He sounded as if he had a frog in his throat. Grizz cleared it. “No, they’re ugly and stinky and hateful.”
“Unlike you. You are gorgeous and furry and you make me hot.”
Little slut! Grizz rumbled out a laugh. “You’re just saying that so you can bite me.”
“You told me you don’t like biting.”
“I don’t.” Right? Brax had sure liked it. Maybe there was something he was missing. He just thought it was weird to be… food.
“I won’t unless you want it. I’m not a black hat. Promise.” Peyton nuzzled his jaw, his throat, and made his toes curl.
“I don’t know about biting, but I do love to have sex.” There. Might as well put it out there. He could be lazy, sure, but he was also into things that felt good.
“Oh, thank goodness for that. Are you pondering having sex with me? Because I could ride you like a prized pony.”
“Well, I am all naked and in bed with you…” Was that an answer? How had he gone from he’s okay to hell yes?
“You are.” Those green eyes sparkled with a wild inner light. “Where should I start?”
“Uh. Wherever you want unless it’s biting.”
“Biting is saved for the kitties. Got it.” That sweet mouth caught one of his nipples, the suction sudden and shocking as fuck.
He jumped, his cock at full attention now. Oh, hell. Grizz growled softly, managing to grab the tight little ass in one of his hands and squeeze.
“Big hands. So sexy.” Peyton searched out all sorts of sensitive places.
By the time Peyton was partway down Grizz’s belly he was nearly out of his mind, growling and twisting and panting. This touch was going to make him crazy, make him lose it faster than he ever had before. Somehow that wasn’t so bad.
“You think too much, Grizz,” Peyton murmured. “Loud, too.”
“Is that bad?”
“Was someone mean to you? To make you worry? You’re a playground of studliness.”
“Well, most guys want a bear to be all… forceful. Spanky. I just really like to fuck. And be fucked. And stuff.”
“I approve of fucking.” Peyton’s grin was pure evil.
“See? This is good.” He wasn’t sure what to do, so he just touched, getting more and more confident as Peyton pushed up into his hands, rubbed against him.
In fact, when Peyton straddled him and began rubbing them together, Grizz knew just what to do. He grabbed those lean hips and dragged Peyton, grinding him up and down.
“Mmmm.” Peyton was so responsive, so wonderfully uninhibited. He was dancing. So pretty. “You’re warm, Grizz. Perfect.”
“Am I?” Grizz chuckled. No one had ever thought that before. Every lover he’d ever been with had taken issue with his size, or his fuzz, or his gruffness.
“Goddess yes. Faster, please. Just a bit.”
“Uh-huh.” He tightened his grip on Peyton’s ass and rubbed harder, as if he were trying to make a fire.
“Yes.” Peyton grunted, baring his sharp, shiny teeth.
Grizz stared at them, fascinated, except he didn’t do biting. They would sink in, pierce him like Peyton was fucking his skin. Oh. He shivered. Yes. Wait, no. Nope.
“So good.” Peyton leaned down, licked his throat.
“Mmm.” He wiggled, shocks rolling through him. What the hell was he doing? Grizz closed his eyes, fighting the urge to offer his neck.
“Sweet bear.” Sucking kisses drew blood up to the surface, and he was sure to have hickeys.
“That feels… I never.” Oh, fuck, he was incoherent.
“Shh. I promise to be good. I swear.” Peyton sucked harder.
“Okay. I thought vamps were bad.”
“Terrible rumors. Awful.”
“Bummer.” He laughed like a loon when Peyton tickled him.
“I’m exceptionally good. Truly. Genuinely.”
“Prove it,” Grizz demanded. He was pushing and he knew it.
“I can do that.” Peyton began to nibble his way south, nails dragging along his skin.
“Oh.” He wiggled and hummed, his body kinda on fire.
Peyton was careful not to bite, not to use his teeth.
Grizz wasn’t sure if that was reassuring or maddening. He wanted to know what the biting felt like. He wanted to let Peyton taste.
“You’d better be sure,” Peyton murmured. “I want you.”
“I’m...I didn’t say...Did I?”
“I heard you.”
“No way.” He hadn’t said it out loud. Grizz pulled back to stare. “How?”
Can you not hear me?
Grizz blinked. His mouth went dry. What the hell. “How?” he asked again. “Are you a mind reader?” How could anyone speak right into his head? He didn’t—He couldn’t.
“No. I’m just a vampire. Nothing special.”
He couldn’t understand it. Then again, maybe he just needed to go with it and stop trying to be all complicated. His dick was still hard, after all, and he was wasting time.
Peyton’s lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, the heat sudden and shocking, near unbearable.
That was all it took to stop the thinking and start driving his hips up and down, really feeling Peyton’s wet mouth. Grizz growled deep in his throat, his fingers tearing at the sheets.
“Mmmm.” Grizz had to praise, stroking Peyton’s thick hair. “God, please more.”
Those luminescent eyes shone for him, staring into him, and Peyton’s suction went from heady to fierce.
He arched back, closing his eyes to focus on feeling. His balls drew up, and Grizz knew he couldn’t last, the utter unexpectedness of being so close to orgasm tearing a laugh out of him. He swore he could feel Peyton grinning around his cock.
Hello, teeth. He jerked, the thought pushing him right to the edge. That motion let Peyton’s tooth nick his shaft, the tiny sting sending him over.
Grizz shouted, sawing back and forth when he came, his balls drawn up so tight he almost grabbed them to stop the ache. Peyton slurped and drank him down, fingers wrapping around his sac to tug.
“Uhn!” His toes curled, that tiny touch making him shake. Lord. He’d never had a lover turn him inside out so quickly.
“Mmm. I could eat you up,” Peyton murmured.
Grizz jerked again. “Stop it. I mean, bite me if you want to, but stop teasing.”
“I wasn’t teasing. I let you come.”
“You so did. What do you need?” Grizz wasn’t selfish. He wasn’t. He gave as good as he got, and then some a lot of times.
“Touch me? Please?”
“Uh-huh.” He stretched Peyton out on the bed, dragging one hand down the smooth skin.
Peyton groaned and arched, begging him so prettily.
Grizz slid his hand back up, working his fingers against Peyton’s nipples. He couldn’t stop thinking about those teeth, though, about the way they would feel, sinking into his skin.
“You want it so bad, Grizz,” Peyton murmured. “I can give it to you. All you have to do is ask.”
“I don’t want to.” He wanted Peyton to make him. The thought made him pause, blinking at himself.
“I won’t do it unless you ask. I won’t have you accusing me of tricking you later.” Peyton slid back up his body to nuzzle his jaw. “I’m one of th
e good guys.”
“Oh.” Grizz considered that for five seconds. Then he lifted his chin. “Bite me?”
“I would be honored. Deep breath, Grizz.”
He groaned and inhaled deep, moaning as Peyton’s fangs slid into him like a hot knife through better.
Grizz arched up, electricity zipping through him. He’d never felt a single thing that felt the same as this, and nothing had ever felt this good. Ever. Pure pleasure flooded him, the sensations crashing over him and leaving him dizzy. His heart raced, his legs moving restlessly as he tried to find purchase against the bed.
When Peyton grabbed his cock and tugged, then he knew that he was well and truly fucked, taken better than anyone had ever had him before.
Grizz moaned, his head falling back even more to give access, and he began fucking Peyton’s fist.
He swore he heard Peyton chuckling, the sound warm, happy, not a bit mean. Laughing during sex was okay as long as no one mocked. Really.
No one’s teasing you, gorgeous bear.
Please. He needed more, including more of that voice in his head.
The suction at his throat intensified, left him dizzy and clutching Peyton’s waist, and Grizz moaned, his head spinning out of control, his body on fire to get more. Peyton kept giving it to him, too. More and more, letting him soar.
“Please. I can’t-- I have to.” Grizz needed to come, but he had to have something. One more layer of sensation.
Pretty baby. The thought washed over him as Peyton’s thumbnail caught his slit, giving him a zing.
“Mhn!” He came harder than he could remember in, well, in a long damned time. He fucking soared, roaring out his pleasure. When he floated back up from his daze, Peyton was draped over him, nuzzling his neck.
“You good, honey?” he asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t being neglectful.
Peyton hummed softly. “Perfect.”
“Oh good.” Grizz patted Peyton’s back clumsily, his hands already asleep even if his brain hadn’t caught up.
“Rest. Sun’s coming up.”
“Uh-huh. You sleep too. ’Kay?”
