by Tina Folsom
It was safer not to. He’d spent the last twenty-two years hating her species. He couldn’t suddenly turn around and acknowledge that hate wasn’t driving him anymore.
Yvette’s hands frantically ripping his clothes off his body pulled him back to the present.
“Can’t wait to start hating me?”
“Shut up, Haven, and get busy before I change my mind.”
A small smile escaped him. She wouldn’t change her mind. The smell of her arousal was so strong now that he was sure the other vampires in the house had picked it up, too. But if she didn’t give a rat’s ass about who could hear or smell them, neither did he. Let them all know that he was man enough to take on a woman like Yvette: strong, independent, and so full of barely leashed passion he knew she would kill him if he denied her anything now. But he wouldn’t deny her.
Haven took her mouth, nudging her lips open for his tongue to invade. Her taste drugged him instantly and made him mad with desire. He dove inside and sought out her tongue. She sparred with him, stroking against him with strong and powerful moves. He moaned his pleasure, unable to contain his excitement. No other woman had ever gotten him this turned on with just a kiss. Hell, he’d been turned on just by her looking at him.
Haven ran his tongue along her teeth, tasting, exploring, mapping her mouth so he would always recognize her. Along her upper teeth, he felt a small sharp corner. He lapped against it, making Yvette moan into his mouth. Her obvious excitement sent a stream of lava through his core. Without even thinking, he licked against the sharp protrusion again and felt it grow.
Yvette ripped her mouth from him. “No. Please, don’t.”
He stared at her, her eyes red. Fear—he clearly saw it. She was afraid of what he was making her feel. He understood now: he was making her feel something too intense when he’d stroked against her fangs.
“They’re too sensitive.”
It was like the devil gripped him when he heard her words. Licking her fangs excited her? Haven captured her face in his large palm and pulled her back to him. “That’s good.” Without giving her a second to protest, he sank his lips back onto her and invaded her sweet cave. His tongue immediately stroked against one fang. The shudder that went through her as a result went right through his body down to the tip of his cock, the pleasure so intense, he could barely keep his control.
Yvette ripped his shirt off his body and sank her hands onto his chest. His own hands weren’t idle: he tugged on her tight top and only released her lips long enough to pull it over her head. Her breasts fell free, and he crushed them against his chest as he pulled her back to continue his sensual onslaught on her fangs.
With every stroke against them, they grew until they reached their full length. To his own surprise, they didn’t disgust him. Nor was he frightened that she would hurt him. On the contrary, the knowledge of what her fangs had done to him those times before only heightened his own desire. If she wanted to bite him, he wouldn’t object.
“This is crazy,” she whispered, her breaths shallow and erratic.
“Yes, but good crazy.” He swiped his tongue over her fangs once more. “You like that?”
“Haven, please …” But her voice broke as she writhed against him.
He’d never seen her so out of control—he’d never seen any woman so out of control!—and he liked the sight, so he continued to lick all along her extended fangs, from their sockets down to the sharp tip and back up. Her moans were the sweetest music he’d ever heard. And the knowledge that he was the conductor made his shaft pulsate with desperate need.
As if Yvette knew what she was doing to him, her hands reached for the waistband of his jeans, easing open the top button. The zipper almost lowered without her touching it, aided by the pressure his cock exerted on his pants. She freed him first of his jeans, then his boxer briefs. Hastily, he stepped out of them, glad that he’d been barefoot and didn’t have to deal with untying shoe laces.
When her hand wrapped around his erection, he stilled his movements and broke the kiss. “Baby, careful. I’m liable to go off any second.”
“Then we’d better not waste any time.”
He’d never seen her use her preternatural speed other than in battle, but within seconds, her own pants lay on the floor, and she stood before him entirely naked. Just the way he liked her. Haven folded her into his arms, pressing her heated body against him, relishing the skin-on-skin contact.
This time when he took her mouth, his kiss was all consuming. With one hand on the back of her head and the other on the soft curve of her ass, he held her to him and devoured her lips, fully aware that she could push him away at any moment. It made his possession of her even sweeter.
He couldn’t stop himself from searching out her fangs again and swiped his tongue against them, reveling in the shudders that went through her body. To know he could reduce her to a puddle of wanton need and lust made his cock grow another inch—not that he wasn’t already hard and ready to burst.
With single-minded determination, he maneuvered her toward the bed. When he lowered them onto it, Yvette’s thighs opened automatically, making him slide into place as they landed on the sheets. Not granting her a second of reprieve, he thrust his cock into her and seated himself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he grunted. She was so slick and so tight he thought he’d lose his control straight off.
***
Yvette felt his hard length fill her in one single stroke. Just in time. She couldn’t have waited another second to feel him inside her. He’d turned her on within seconds, and there was no other way to fill that void he’d made her feel. Only now, with his cock inside her, she felt whole.
When Haven had stroked his tongue against her fangs, she’d nearly lost her mind, so intense had the pleasure been. She’d always known that a vampire’s fangs were erogenous zones, but she’d never felt such intense sensations. She hadn’t expected it either. Haven hated vampires—she’d pegged him for the last man in this world to caress her fangs with his tongue. But even now as he was lodged deep inside her without moving, his mouth descended onto hers again, and he went straight for her fangs, licking, stroking, caressing.
Yvette ripped her mouth away from him, breathing hard. “Are you trying to kill me?” She couldn’t take much more of his sensual onslaught.
He gave a devilish grin. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have already done so.”
“So what’s your plan?”
Haven pulled his hips back, sliding halfway out of her. “Baby, all I can think of right now is that I hope I can last longer than ten seconds, because what I really want is you climaxing around my cock.” He rammed his hard shaft back into her with one powerful thrust.
Yvette’s lungs expelled a long breath on impact. “You keep that up, and you won’t need to last longer than ten seconds.” Her body was hot, and her heartbeat had nearly tripled since he’d dragged her into the bedroom. Her clit throbbed uncontrollably despite the fact that he hadn’t even touched her there.
She welcomed his thick cock, sliding back and forth, his lips on hers, his tongue thrusting in the same rhythm as his hips. And for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to simply feel. She gave her mind permission to rest and shut off, so her body could relish the sensations Haven conjured up in her without analyzing them.
Her breathing as frantic as his, she bucked her hips against him. His answer was a slight shift of his angle before his hand slipped between their bodies.
“Sorry, baby, but I can’t hold back,” he pressed out and stroked his finger over her clit, igniting her in an instant. “Now, baby, now.”
She didn’t need his urging, because her orgasm was already cresting. A second later, it crashed over the summit and slammed into her. “Haven!”
He groaned and his body jerked, his cock pulsating inside her. She felt the warm spray of his seed fill her as he continued his movements before he let out a long breath.
“Sorry, baby.” He kissed he
r softly. “Next time, I’ll do better.”
She wanted to say so many things: the fact that she liked how he called her baby, the way he’d licked her fangs, and most of all how he made her feel. But she couldn’t get the words past her lips. If she said any of the things she was feeling, she’d make herself even more vulnerable.
“Baby.”
She snapped her gaze to his, recognizing the confusion in his eyes.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
Trying to distract him from whatever he was thinking, she joked, “That’s about as much as they’re worth.”
“Yvette,” he warned. “What are you not telling me?”
A hell of a lot, but she wasn’t going to admit any of it. Just as she wasn’t going to admit to herself that she was falling for him. “Nothing, Haven.”
He shook his head and slipped out of her. As he rolled off, she felt a sense of loss. Haven sat up, dropping his legs over the side of the bed, his back to her. “You came to talk. So talk.” The resigned tone in his voice gave her pause. Did he regret what they’d done?
Yvette cleared her throat and pulled at the duvet, trying to cover herself with a portion. “I think we both know that this won’t work. It’s only about the sex.”
“Is it?” he challenged, his voice hard, the tender man from earlier gone.
“Yes. Or have you already forgotten what I am? I’m the very creature you’ve hated all your life.”
“Does that scare you?”
Yvette pulled herself up, confusion spreading inside. “Scare me?” She wasn’t scared of anything other than her heart breaking.
Haven looked over his shoulder. “Does it scare you that we have something that goes beyond sex?”
Yvette pulled at the duvet, trying to cover her naked breasts in an attempt to hide her vulnerability. “We have nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Yvette. Even worse than I am.”
“I’m not—” Her protest got stuck in her throat when his gaze locked with hers.
“You cried.”
Yvette’s heart stopped. “Who told you?” A sense of betrayal cut through her. How could her friends do this to her, expose her like this.
Haven made a dismissive hand movement. “It doesn’t matter. You cried when you thought Zane had killed me, which means you feel something.”
“I’m not a stone!” she hissed. Of course she felt something. “Or do you think vampires have no heart, no capacity for emotions?” She was angry now, angry at his assumption that she was heartless.
He reached for her, grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. “You misunderstand me. You feel something for me. And I want you to admit that.” His eyes bored into her, and his hand around her bicep burned her as if it was a hot iron.
“And why should I?”
“Because I want to be sure that I’m not the only one who feels that this is more than just a quick jump in the sack.” He pulled her until she was in his lap, where his cock was still as hard and heavy as before. Haven dipped his head to hers. “Because I want more from you.”
Twenty-Nine
Haven brushed his lips against Yvette’s, knowing he’d definitely gone off the deep end this time. But he didn’t care any longer. When Yvette was in his arms, the world seemed right despite everything that had happened. He was still trying to digest the blow he’d been dealt earlier: his own mother had used him and his siblings to gain power. And she’d killed his father over it—the father he’d wrongly hated all these years. The knowledge had uprooted his entire world. If he couldn’t even trust in a mother’s love anymore, what or who could he trust?
And maybe that’s why he now threw all caution to the wind, trusting the one thing that had never failed him before: his gut. And his gut told him he needed Yvette. What she was—a creature he’d hunted all his life—didn’t matter now. Because suddenly his reason for hunting vampires wasn’t quite as pure as he’d always thought. The vampire killing his mother and taking Katie had done so to protect his own race from a power that could have destroyed them. Could he really fault him for that? But more importantly, could he forgive his mother for what she’d tried to do?
Despite of what Haven had done to members of the vampire race, neither Samson nor any of his colleagues had taken revenge on him and Wesley, even though they easily could have. Wasn’t it time now to show the same sort of forgiveness toward them? Or was he just trying to fashion a reason so he could allow himself to be with Yvette?
“Haven, we can’t do this,” she whispered against his lips. “We’ll just hurt each other.”
“No, not hurt—heal.” Haven captured her soft mouth, pulling her upper lip between his and licked gently. “We can heal each other.”
“This is dangerous.”
“I know. So, let’s be courageous then.” He exhaled deeply, then drew in his next breath and with it her scent. “Let me make love to you.” It was the first time he had ever uttered those words. No other woman had heard them from him. But with Yvette it was what he wanted, to make love, to join their bodies, to feel.
This time when he slid into her, he went slowly, forgetting the frantic rush toward a climax and allowing the seconds to stretch to minutes. He didn’t want to rush anything but explore her so he could learn what she needed from him, how he could pleasure her, and how he’d learn to understand her. Their bodies intertwined and their gazes locked, Haven couldn’t imagine ever doing anything else but making love to Yvette.
Her slick heat felt like home, her hands on him like the soothing embrace he’d gone without for too long. The wall around his heart fractured with every smile and every moan from Yvette’s lips. And the sparkle in her eyes, the desire that burned there for him was like a battering ram swinging against the gate of his heart to bash it open. He didn’t do a thing to stop it.
“Show me your fangs, baby,” he encouraged her, wanting to prove to her once more that he wasn’t disgusted by what she was.
Yvette pulled back a little, refusal on her lips. “No, I can’t …”
“If you don’t show them to me, I’ll lick your teeth and make sure they descend.”
Her eyes went wide with shock, but then slowly, she parted her lips. He caught a glimpse of the white of her fangs and felt his cock jerk at the sight.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Haven never thought he would call a vampire with her fangs extended beautiful and mean it. But he did. “Will you bite me when I come this time?”
“You want that?” Her surprise was evident, as was her instant desire for what he offered.
“I haven’t been able to think of anything else since you bit me the first time.”
“I haven’t either.”
Her admission warmed his heart. “Do you like my blood?”
“Yes.”
“Does it turn you on the same way it turns me on?”
“More.”
“Impossible.”
“Vampires have heightened senses.”
He’d never thought of that, but it made sense. “What I’d give for those heightened senses right now. But since I don’t have them, promise me one thing.”
Yvette gave him an expectant look.
“Don’t hold back. I want to feel everything you feel.” Haven increased his tempo, sliding in and out of her drenched pussy. “Promise?”
“Promise,” she repeated.
Then he slanted his lips over hers and took her in a passionate kiss, fully aware of the sharpness of her fangs and the knowledge that she’d soon sink them into his neck. Yet, he couldn’t resist trying to steal her control by licking against those sharp teeth once more. Knowing that she nearly lost control when he’d licked them earlier was a bigger turn-on than anything else. And driving Yvette insane with desire had just turned into his most important mission.
Haven drank in the moans she released and relished her fingernails digging into his ass as she urged him deeper into her. Sensing how close she was, he tilted his head, offering his neck to her. He
didn’t know why he trusted her, but he knew with absolute certainty that she wouldn’t hurt him.
A bolt of fire charged through his body when her fangs grazed the sensitive skin of his neck and her hand clasped the back of it to hold him to her as if she was afraid he’d change his mind.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours.” And hell, if he didn’t mean it.
When Yvette broke through his skin and lodged her sharp fangs in his neck, all rational thought fled his brain. His control shattered instantly, his orgasm breaking over him like one monumental tsunami without warning, obliterating everything it its path. Time ceased to exist. The Earth stopped rotating on its axis. But instead of his orgasm ebbing and retreating, it hit him again like another wave crashing into him. And this time he felt an impact even more powerful than before: with Yvette’s muscles convulsing around his cock, all sensations intensified, doubled, tripled, until everything suddenly culminated in an explosion.
Haven exhaled. He’d never had a more powerful sexual experience in all his life.
***
Yvette snuggled—yes, snuggled—against Haven’s broad chest, sated like she’d never been before. “Are you okay?”
He groaned dramatically. “Okay?” He pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “That would be an understatement.” His arms pulled her closer, one hand slipping down to her backside, lazily stroking her. “If that’s what it’s like when vampires make love, I’m wondering how either of your colleagues ever has any energy left to work or fight.”
Yvette smiled and raised her head to look at him. His eyes opened and pinned her with an intense look which instantly turned to desire. Under her thigh, which she’d draped over his midsection, she felt his cock stir. “It’s never been like that for me.”
“Never?”
Yvette shook her head. “I mean, it’s been good, but not … that good.”
“Does that mean you’re giving me some credit for it?” Haven grinned.
“Maybe.”
“Or was it like that because you bit me?”
