Yvette's Haven

by Tina Folsom

  First, a grating noise reached her ears; it sounded like somebody was trying to pry an old door open, the rusted hinges providing the music fitting for a horror movie. The hairs on the back of her neck instantly stood sentry while she tried to get her bearings. Something was wrong about the sound. Disturbing.

  Yvette sat up, her spine stiff and alert. A quick glance around the room confirmed that the three siblings were still where they’d been before: sitting on the two other cots, chatting. The sound wasn’t coming from them.

  She trained her eyes on the door, but nothing moved there, and no sound came from it.

  Crank!

  There it was again. It came from the outside; that much was sure now.

  Yvette yanked her head toward the window at the same time as a ray of sun burst into the room. She froze just long enough to feel a bite of pain from where the sun touched her arm.

  “No!” Haven’s shout jerked her out of her trance as did another cranking sound. She finally realized what was happening: the fucking witch was prying away the plywood planks to let sunlight into the room, making good on her earlier threat!

  “Shit!” Yvette yelled and jumped up, nearly colliding with Haven.

  Panic struck her like a lightning strike, then she felt Haven’s hand grabbing her.

  “Move!” Haven screamed and pulled her with him. She tumbled more than ran with him as he swung the bathroom door open and flung her inside ahead of him, the rays of the sun on their heels. She slammed against the sink before she heard the door close behind them with a loud thud.

  Only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminated the tiny space which wasn’t any bigger than a six-person elevator.

  Her heart raced and beat into her throat. Behind her, Haven’s breathing was just as erratic. When Yvette turned toward him, she didn’t even get a chance to thank him for his quick action, because his arms came around her instantly and pulled her tightly to his large chest. One hand on the back of her head, the other around her waist, he squeezed her against him.

  “Oh, shit!” he gasped on an exhaled breath. “That bitch!”

  Yvette swallowed hard, unable to form any words yet. The shock still sat too deeply in her bones. She’d frozen, even though it had only happened for an instant. She’d never frozen before.

  Haven put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away a few inches. “Are you okay? Did the sun get you anywhere?” His concerned eyes scanned her body, the slight tremble in this voice only underscoring his worry.

  Yvette shook off his hands. Having had her face pressed against his naked chest had been temptation enough. She needed to sever her contact with him before it was too late. “I’m fine. Thanks.” She wasn’t, but she would be.

  He nodded briefly, then turned to the door. But he didn’t open it. “Wesley?”

  “Yeah?” his brother’s reply came instantly.

  “Take the blankets from the cots and hang the window with it. Make sure you get the sides as well so no light will filter through.”

  “Okay.”

  Then Haven turned back to her and crossed the one-foot distance that was between them. There was no getting away from him in the miniscule bathroom. His look was serious when he gazed at her, making her aware again of how much taller and bigger he was. “You can beat the shit out of me later, but right now I have to hold you.”

  And just like that, he pulled her back into his embrace.

  “What—”

  “Shh. Not now, Yvette. I almost had a heart attack thinking you’d die right in front of me.”

  Her heart made a flipping motion as if somebody had installed a trampoline and was jumping up and down on it. This big, bad vampire slayer was worried about her. The man who’d confessed that he’d killed other vampires to avenge his mother had saved her with his quick thinking by pushing her into the windowless bathroom. And now, he was holding her in the tightest hug she’d ever found herself in as if something bad were to happen if he’d let go. A hairline crack appeared in the door to her heart as her next thought took root.

  Haven didn’t hate her.

  Seventeen

  Haven tried to calm his galloping heart. Holding Yvette in his arms helped a little, reassuring him that she was alive and well. Had he not watched her while he’d been listening to his sister’s stories, he wouldn’t have picked up quickly enough that something was wrong. But the instant he’d seen her scan the room for danger, his own senses had picked up the sound and realized what it was.

  He’d never moved that quickly in his entire life. He’d acted on pure instinct when he’d grabbed her and practically slammed her into the tiny bathroom to get her out of the way before Bess had pried a corner of the plywood away from the window. He still felt his knees tremble at the thought. But he was in no mood to examine his reaction to the threat that was solely aimed at Yvette. He didn’t want to dig too deeply into his reasons of why he was protecting her.

  He didn’t want to think right now. He only wanted to feel. Her.

  Haven eased up on his tight hold and shelved her chin on his hand, tilting her face up to him. The shock and fear in her eyes had dissipated. In its place was surprise.

  “Kiss me,” he demanded.

  And damn it if she didn’t move her head closer to his to follow his command without objection. He’d at least expected a little tussle before she’d give in. But maybe she was just as shocked as he was and needed this release as much as he needed it.

  “But this time, don’t bite me. I want to make sure that what I feel has nothing to do with any side effects.” Not that he hadn’t enjoyed her bite, but he was desperate to find out why he was so drawn to her. And the only way to figure it out was if she didn’t use any of her vampire powers on him. He needed to be sure.

  “No biting,” she whispered on a shallow breath. “Not even a little?”

  His cock hardened at the mere suggestion. Haven shut his eyes for a moment, trying to block her out. Instead, the darkness only intensified Yvette’s presence. Her orange scent was all around him, the sound of her heartbeat reverberating against his chest, and her shallow breaths blew warm air against his face. Her hands now moved up his chest, the skin-on-skin contact sending electric shocks of lust through his veins as they traced their way toward his shoulders.

  This woman would be his death if he allowed her to get too close.

  “No,” he finally answered before he opened his eyes and looked into hers. Deep down in those green eyes lay the answers to all his questions. “No, baby, right now, this is just between you and me. No tricks, no powers.”

  Just plain lust.

  Raw.

  Untamed.

  When her lips met his, he forgot everything that had just happened. Only the sensation of soft lips pressing against him registered in his mind: sinful lips that knew what to do, passionate lips that explored them. Haven parted his lips, and invited her. How he loved the feel of a confident woman who simply took what she wanted. Just as much as he liked to take from her. To drink from her lips, to explore her, to make her respond to him.

  When her tongue ran along his lower lip in a sensual caress so soft, a softness of which he’d never thought a vampire capable, he growled in frustration. He couldn’t deal with soft right now. Didn’t she understand that? He needed fast, hard, pounding. Only then would the shock of almost losing her be wiped away.

  But her seductive tongue continued its teasing and only slowly dipped between the seam of his lips. When her taste filled his mouth, he inhaled deeply, taking in her enticing flavors. They hit a nerve inside him, telling his body to prepare for the inevitable. His heart pumped more blood into his cock, bringing his impatient friend near to bursting.

  But it seemed Yvette wasn’t done with her tender explorations and pressed herself closer to him, angling her head for deeper penetration now. Her body was warm, hot even, and at every spot her body connected with his, passion started its low boil, its slow ascent toward a peak still far in the distance.


  Unable to contend himself with the slow build, he turned with her in his arms and pressed her against the door, pinning her. The door moaned its protest, but Haven barely heard it. With single-minded determination, he forged his tongue into her mouth and hijacked the kiss. So much for asking her to kiss him. He wouldn’t make that mistake again until they truly had time for this. At present, they didn’t. Because he hadn’t forgotten where they were. At any time, the witch could intrude, and he needed to get inside Yvette and still his hunger for her before that happened.

  Yvette responded instantly to his passionate kiss, stroking her tongue against his, showing him she wouldn’t be outdone. Now she was talking. He groaned his approval and lifted his head for a second. “There you go, baby.”

  An instant later, his lips went back to devour her, his tongue diving deep into her, tasting her, exploring her, at the same time as his hips ground against her. His cock directed his rhythm as it slid against her soft center, moving himself up and down. When her hand slipped to the waistband of his pants, he let out a ragged breath and ripped his mouth from hers.

  “Take me out, Yvette.”

  Her hand went to his button, easing it open, before she went for his zipper.

  “You can come out now,” Wesley’s voice came through the door.

  Shit!

  He couldn’t go out there right now—because Yvette had just taken his cock out of its confinement, her palm resting around him as she too had her head turned toward Wesley’s voice.

  “Give us a few minutes.” He sure hoped his brother would go away and leave him alone.

  Haven listened. There was no reply to his request. Good. Then he looked back at Yvette who gave him a questioning look, before she dropped her gaze down to where she was still holding his cock.

  A moment later, she stroked him in her fist. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the intense pleasure. “Fuck, baby!” he moaned under his breath.

  His hands hiked up her dress which had already ridden up. Now it bunched at her hips, revealing her black g-string. Pushing the fabric aside with one hand, he slipped a finger along her folds, following its path downwards. Her curls were damp, but it was nothing compared to the dew her pussy was drenched in.

  Without any resistance, his finger slipped between her folds and drove into her warm slit. Yvette’s head dropped back against the door as she let out a breath.

  “That’s right, baby. That’s where I want my cock. Right now. Spread your legs for me.” Looking at him from under her lowered lashes, she widened her stance.

  Haven pulled his finger out and gripped her hips, lifting her up so her legs spread around his hips, using the door at her back as leverage. Then it hit him.

  “Shit, I’ve got no condom.”

  She shook her head. “Vampires don’t carry disease.”

  He’d figured as much, but it wasn’t what he was worried about. “What about birth control?” The last thing he wanted was to have a child, another person to worry about like he’d worried about his sister. He didn’t think he could go through this again. No, it would be better if he never had children who he would be afraid of losing.

  When he looked into her eyes, he saw a strange glint there, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. “You okay?”

  “You won’t have to worry about a pregnancy.”

  Haven liked a woman who took precautions. He dipped his head to her collarbone and nibbled along her skin. God, she smelled good. Good enough to eat. Later, when they had more time, he would learn her entire body with his lips, explore her, taste her, but right now, he needed something else. “Guide me inside.”

  Using one hand, she pushed her g-string to the side, then positioned his cock at her entrance. The moment she let go and wrapped her arms and legs around him, he plunged inside, the impact of it slamming them both against the door. The rattling of the door’s hinges echoed in the small room.

  “What are you doing in there?” Wesley’s voice penetrated, this time accompanied by a hard knock on the door.

  “Go away,” Haven yelled back and withdrew from Yvette’s sheath only to plunge deeper with his second thrust. Fuck, she was tight.

  “If you’re not coming out, I’m coming in there!” Wesley’s threat made him stop for a second and stare at Yvette.

  “Your choice,” Yvette said in a low voice only for him to hear. “But if you stop now, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever get another chance at fucking me.” Despite her nonchalant look, Haven knew she wasn’t indifferent about the outcome of their little tryst. She wanted this to continue just as much as he did, and she wasn’t fooling him or anybody else.

  He tsked. “I’ve made you spread your legs once, I can do it again,” he teased. Her reaction to him had been so passionate, he’d never been so certain in his life that they would continue what they’d started.

  Suddenly she pushed against him, his cock dislodging in the process. Her eyes narrowed, and she dropped her legs to the floor before pushing him away from her in earnest. “You arrogant prick! I spread my legs when I want to, not when you decide it.”

  She tugged on her dress, shimming it down her thighs. “We’re coming out,” she yelled toward the door and turned away from him, reaching for the handle.

  “No, we’re not!” Haven’s hand slammed against the door, just as Yvette had turned the handle.

  Her furious glare hit him as she pivoted to face him. “You can’t keep me in here against my will!”

  Haven took one step and pressed her back against the door once more. “Can’t I?”

  Before she could answer, he captured her lips and kissed her. This time, there was nothing gentle about the kiss, nothing tentative. He’d establish right now that she wasn’t going to escape him.

  ***

  Screw him! Damn Haven that he could make her body turn traitor even when she was mad at him. And she was hopping mad. The arrogant prick thought just because she’d allowed him inside her, he was suddenly in charge. As if he believed himself superior. Like she was simply the weak woman, who’d submit as soon as the big bad bounty hunter and vampire slayer willed it so. Who did he think he was? He had no right to demand anything of her—and she alone would decide if he could fuck her later or not. Haven was not the boss of her.

  Unfortunately, he was doing a pretty good job with kissing her into submission. But she wouldn’t let him get the upper hand. She would fight with everything she had. She couldn’t allow him to have any power over her, because she knew how things like that ended. Particularly in their case: Haven already had a low opinion of her, and his callous words that he could make her spread her legs for him whenever he wanted only confirmed that he had no respect for her. He would use her and then toss her aside like a used candy wrapper. But she wouldn’t allow it. No, she would be the one tossing him aside when the time came, but not until she’d made him completely and utterly besotted with her. Payback was a bitch, and Yvette knew a lot about bitches.

  There was only one way to achieve her goal of turning the tables on him: give him ultimate ecstasy and make him hunger for more, then deny him what he wanted most. He wasn’t the first man she’d turned into putty in her hands, and he wouldn’t be the last.

  Ripping her mouth from his, she pulled out of his embrace. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips full and moist. When she dropped her gaze to his groin, she saw his magnificent cock still standing erect. With vampire speed she grabbed his shoulders, turned him and pressed him against the door. Starting now, she’d be in charge.

  “What the—”

  But Yvette didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead she dropped to her knees, bringing her mouth level with his cock. A glance up at Haven’s face brought her in contact with his surprise, which in an instant turned to red hot desire.

  “Yeah, baby,” he whispered.

  Yvette took his heavy shaft into her palm and stroked along its smooth underside, before she guided it to her mouth and licked over the purple head. Pr
e-cum had already oozed from him, and she lapped up the salty drops, flattening her tongue over the slit, pressing gently.

  Haven’s head dropped back against the door as he hissed out a low breath. Yvette let a smile curve her lips. It wouldn’t take much to make him pussy-whipped. Her only problem now was how she’d stop herself from enjoying this so much. Because licking pre-cum off him was making her womb clench with desire.

  Yvette gripped his cock by the root and, forming a perfect o with her lips, she slid down on him to take him into her mouth. He was big, his erection instantly hitting the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles, trying not to gag and pulled back an inch until she felt Haven’s hands on her head.

  With light pressure, Haven thrust back into her mouth, his movement accompanied by a deep groan. Several shallow breaths followed as if he was trying to steady himself, but Yvette knew better than to allow him to adjust to the sensations she caused in him. He’d get no reprieve. Using her other hand, she reached for his balls and cradled them, then scraped her fingernails against the sac. It instantly tightened, pulling its rounded contents up toward the root of his thrusting shaft.

  She used her tongue and lips to suck him hard, to create a pressure she knew he couldn’t withstand for long. And all the while, she enjoyed his taste and the texture of his beautiful flesh. She’d always liked sucking cock because it gave her power over a man and with Haven even more so. His moans and irregular breaths were indication enough that he was nearing the edge of his control. And making him lose control was something she wanted to experience.

  Yvette inhaled deeply, allowing his male scent to flood her senses. It reached every cell in her body, making her desire for him almost unbearable. But it wasn’t for her own pleasure that she did this, it was for his, so he would go mad with desire for her. Because only if she snapped his control could she hope to gain her own senses back and make him lose the hold he had over her. But hell, if she didn’t enjoy every single second of this. It was impossible to tell her body not to react to him.