by Tina Folsom
And with each word, he slammed into her.
Yvette eyes closed on each stroke inward and opened again on each withdrawal. “Oh, God!”
“That’s more like it, baby.” Then he lowered his head to hers. “Now, weren’t you gonna lick my fangs?”
Their gazes connected. In her green eyes, he saw desire and joy. “I never thought you’d turn out to be such a natural. I was worried you’d fight it more. Fight what you are.”
Haven brushed his lips against hers, the feather light touch sending pleasant tingles along his skin. “I fought all my life. I want to love now, because it’s all that counts in the end. I want to love you and make you mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
Yvette parted her lips, inviting him in. Even though he wanted to know so much, to ask so many questions, he couldn’t resist what she offered right now: total and utter bliss in her arms. Nothing else mattered. There would be time for everything else later, for questions, for figuring out what his new life would be like.
Their bodies moved in synch as they made love, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the tiles. Haven barely felt her weight, his new vampire strength allowing him to do things he would have found mildly strenuous as a human. But all he could think of was how their bodies fit perfectly, how her pussy contracted around him, squeezed him, held him. How her generous breasts bounced with each stroke, how her nipples hardened further each time they brushed against his chest.
Never during lovemaking had he ever felt every action so intensely. Every sensation was magnified tenfold, no, a hundredfold. And at the same time, he knew he could last longer, drive her higher and make her come harder than he had as a human. The thought of giving his woman more pleasure than before only added to his own desire. All doubts whether he could ever be enough for her were erased. The way she responded to him, the way she held his gaze and the way her love poured out to him, he knew what his new life would be like: happy and full of love. No hatred. No pain.
Yvette’s breathing changed, and Haven clearly heard her heartbeat increase. His own balls tightened at the knowledge of how close she was. Her lips parted. “Now. Bite me now.”
His eyes snapped to her neck, the vein underneath her skin pulsating. He dropped his head toward it, drawn to it by an invisible force. As he kissed the tender skin, he felt her shiver under his touch. Withdrawing from her pussy, he thrust back into her just as his fangs pierced her skin and lodged deep inside her.
When the first drop of her blood hit his tongue, the taste of it spreading like wildfire, his cock jerked inside her. A moment later, he felt her lips on his shoulder, her teeth grazing him, before she opened her mouth wider and plunged her sharp fangs into his flesh.
Haven’s control broke, and his orgasm crashed over him more powerful than any earthquake, any tornado, any tsunami. Every cell in his body exploded, and with every gulp of Yvette’s blood entering his body, pleasure escalated.
And then he felt it.
Felt her.
Yvette.
He could sense her, feel what she felt. Sense her love more intensely now. In his mind, he reached out to her.
Yvette, baby, I’m yours now.
My love. Her voice drifted through his mind, yet her lips were still pressed against his shoulder, her fangs still drinking from him as he was from her.
A moment later, he felt the approach of her orgasm and braced himself. When her muscles convulsed around his pistoning cock, another wave of pleasure hit him out of nowhere, sending him over the edge once more.
I’ll never let you go, baby.
How are you gonna make sure of that?
He thrust harder, his cock still as hard as before his orgasms. “Like this, baby, like this.”
Epilogue
One week later
Yvette waited with bated breath for Haven’s answer, even though she sensed his decision already. They both sat in Samson’s study, facing Samson, who sat in the comfortable armchair across from the Chippendale sofa.
Haven gave her a sideways look before he squeezed her hand and smiled.
Don’t look so worried, baby.
Then he looked straight at Samson. “I won’t take revenge. Drake did what he had to do to protect his race … I think given the circumstances, I would have done the same. He shouldn’t be punished for it. My mother was misguided.”
Yvette felt his pain when talking about his mother. And now that she was connected to Haven, she also knew what else his mother had done, that she’d killed Haven’s father because he’d tried to thwart her plan.
“She was wrong to try and harness the Power of Three. Nobody should be allowed to have such absolute power.”
Samson nodded, clearly pleased with the outcome. “I’m glad you made this decision. I will talk to Drake and make him aware of your generosity.”
Haven made an impatient hand movement. “Samson, let’s get this straight: this is not generosity on my part. It’s penance. I’m sure it hasn’t escaped your memory that I killed many vampires. I’m the one who should be punished.”
Yvette shot up from her seat. “No! I can’t allow that. Samson, you can’t allow Haven to be punished.”
Samson motioned his hand, making her stop. “Yvette, I have no intention of punishing your mate. So, calm down. I do have a proposition, however.”
Yvette allowed Haven to pull her back onto the couch. His arm came around her as he drew her close to his side, the warmth of his body instantly comforting her.
“What are you thinking of?” Haven asked, looking straight at Samson.
“You destroyed the Power of Three by sacrificing your human life. And we’re all grateful for that. Nobody would have ever forced you to do that for us.”
“I did it for Wes and Katie … uh, Kimberly. Guess I’ll never get used to her name.”
“No matter the reasons, we’re in your debt. You’re a great fighter, and show great leadership potential. I was wondering whether you’d like to join us at Scanguards.”
“You’re offering me a job?”
Samson nodded. “You can’t very well go back to your work as a bounty hunter. But we could use somebody like you.”
Yvette’s chest filled with pride. To invite Haven to work for Scanguards meant he had his full trust. It meant he truly would be one of them. An equal. A member of the family.
“Think on it for a few days.” Then Samson rose, indicating the end of their conversation.
As Yvette and Haven walked in silence into the night, she slipped her hand into Haven’s. Only their footsteps echoed on the pavement. Yvette let the last few minutes replay in her head. By the time Haven finally spoke, they were already climbing the steep hills of Telegraph Hill and only a few blocks from her home.
“I don’t think I can accept. Not yet, anyway.”
“Why?”
“I’m not ready. And I don’t deserve it.”
“But Samson thinks you do.”
Haven smiled at her in the darkness. “I have to believe it first. Yvette, I’ve killed innocent vampires. I have to forgive myself for that first.”
Deep down, she understood. His honor forbade him to accept something he didn’t feel worthy of. “I’ll help you.”
He squeezed her hand and pulled her into the entrance of her home—their home. “And with your help, I’ll forgive myself one day.” He kissed her, then released her and unlocked the door.
A sound from the inside put her on guard and ready to act. She inhaled. A moment later, she tore past Haven, entering the dark house.
“Dog!”
A soft yelp came from the kitchen. When she entered it, her eyes peered into the darkness. There, on its floor pillow lay her dog. But it wasn’t alone.
Behind Yvette, Haven entered the kitchen and flicked the light switch, flooding the room with light.
“Puppies!” Yvette exclaimed as she dropped down to the floor to pet her dog, who licked her neck happily. “She’s had puppies.”<
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Next to her, Haven crouched down and stoked his hand over the dog’s fur. “That’s a nice dog you have here, baby. What’s her name?”
Through tears, she blinked at Haven. “She has no name.” Then the floodgates opened, the stress and strain of the past two weeks finally dissipating. Haven’s arms cradled her against his chest as he lifted her into his lap and the dog lapped against her ankle.
“Then we’ll just have to pick one, won’t we?” He stroked her cheek and lifted her head, kissing her softly on her forehead. “And for the puppies, too.”
Haven scooped one of the puppies up in his large palm. Its eyes were closed, and it whined softly. “Look at this one. The color on its head makes it look bald. I think I have the perfect name for this little boy.”
He winked mischievously at her, making Yvette laugh through her drying tears.
“Zane’s going to kill you if he hears it.”
Haven stroked the puppy’s snout and addressed it, “What do you think about that, Zane, huh? You’re not gonna be afraid of a big, bald vampire, are you?”
THE END
Excerpt of Venice Vampyr #3 - Sinful Treasure
By Tina Folsom
Bianca had always tended toward having erotic dreams, but this one was better than any of her previous ones. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the days of travel she had behind her, or the excitement of returning to Venice to start a new life with what she would find in her home, but her entire body seemed to hum with pleasure. Not the kind of hurried pleasure some of her former lovers would grant her, but the leisurely pace of a lover who had all the time in world.
And she had no intention of rushing him.
This was a dream she’d give her full and undivided attention to without hurrying the events along. Because every touch was perfection, every contact with her dream lover’s hands and mouth a treat as sumptuous as any buffet at the grandest balls in Florence.
Bianca had first become aware of her vivid dream when she’d felt something wet and warm licking over her nipple. Seconds later, firm lips had closed around her little bud and tugged, sending delicious tingles down her skin. That, together with the hand that was playing with the soft flesh between her legs, was making her want to howl. Why could none of her real lovers ever have ignited such passion in her? Why could she only conjure up such feelings in her dreams?
She sighed when his finger slipped over her pearl and ignited her even further. His touch was soft, yet there was enough pressure for her to almost twist away at the intensity of the sensations it produced in her belly. Low and deep it churned in her, as if a fire was building, each flame stoking the fire higher, each touch turning her softer and more receptive. She had rarely ever been able to let herself go and lose herself in the sensations that her body was currently reveling in. She’d always been afraid of losing herself, of giving something she didn’t want to give to those men who only wanted her body, who had no interest in her as a person.
But in her dream she could allow herself to open up to her lover, allow him to truly pleasure her, to show her what heights her body was capable of. When she felt hands on her thighs, she opened wider and sensed him settle between her legs. A moment later, warmth flooded her core: his mouth was on her sex, and he was licking her, lapping up the juices that oozed so freely from her now as if he loved her taste.
Bianca even heard his moans, the deep guttural sound only a man in the throws of ecstasy could make. As if she was sucking him, not the other way. Yet her dream lover seemed to derive more pleasure from licking her pearl than if she was sucking his cock into her mouth. Only in a dream, things could be that perfect.
Bianca arched into his touch, silently urging him on to give her more, to drive her higher. He seemed to understand her only too well, because his tongue forged ahead and drove into her quivering slit, filling that gaping void that no other man had ever truly been able to fill. Her back lifted off the mattress as she pressed her head deeper into the pillow, unable to keep her body from trembling.
Perspiration gathered on her skin, the tiny pearls of sweat collecting in the hollow between her breasts before turning into a rivulet and racing down her stomach to pool in her navel. How a dream could make her feel so hot on such a cold night was beyond her. She wouldn’t have needed the fire she’d kindled in the fireplace had she known that a talented dream lover would visit her and shower her with his attentions.
His speared tongue alternated between thrusting into her moist channel and then licking over her aching pearl, stroking the bundle of flesh until she was fairly begging for release. But he wouldn’t give her any. Whenever she was close to climaxing, he’d pull back and simply stroke languidly over her nether lips and lap up her juices before he’d return to teasing her most sensitive center again. Almost as if he was preparing her for a release of magnificent proportions.
When his tongue circled her pearl again, she reached for him, intent on keeping him there and not letting him escape until he’d brought her over the edge. Her fingers found thick hair that coated his head and buried themselves in it as she cupped him and forced his mouth to suck her harder.
“More!” Bianca cried out.
He succumbed to her order and sucked the little bundle of sensitive flesh between his lips and tugged. A spear of energy bolted through her core, robbing her of her breath. Panting, she praised him, “Yes, yes, that’s good.”
And as if he understood what she wanted, he tugged harder. At the same time, he drove a thick finger into her channel. She jolted at the intensity—no, two fingers. He’d driven two fingers into her, stretching her tight channel.
Her heart beat frantically as he sucked at her pearl then lapped his tongue over it in a rapid rhythm. His fingers took on the same rhythm, pumping into her, and she couldn’t hold on any longer.
She felt the waves before they hit her, felt her orgasm approach with a deep rumble and let herself fall. Like a massive ocean current, the sensations drowned her and swept her away until all she felt was the gentle soothing warmth of her lover’s tongue as it continued to tease aftershocks from her exhausted body.
It seemed to take ages until he finally lifted his head from her sex and allowed the air to cool her skin.
“You taste delicious.”
The deep voice was close and didn’t sound like it was part of her dream. Bianca’s body tensed as her eyes flew open. It took several seconds for her vision to adjust to the dark of the room. She was still in her mother’s old bedroom, but she was not alone.
A man—a naked man—rose from between her legs. His dark hair was disheveled as if somebody had run their hands through it one too many times. His lips glistened with moisture, and his eyes gleamed with arousal.
Her dream lover was real. She had allowed a complete stranger—a man who’d broken into her house—to make love to her!
Bianca looked down at herself and noticed that the little purple robe she’d worn to bed because she’d neglected to pack a nightgown in her haste, was open in the front and her entire body was exposed to the stranger, who still looked at her. His dark eyes were hypnotizing.
“Good, you’re awake now. Let’s fuck.”
His blunt words pulled her out of her momentary trance. She jerked away from him, her back meeting the bed’s headboard while she snatched a pillow and pressed it against her front, covering her breasts and her exposed sex, unable to press her thighs together since his hands were still gripping them.
“Who are you?”
END OF EXCERPT
Excerpt of A Touch of Greek
By Tina Folsom
What would the punishment be this time? A year in Hades for giving it to Zeus’ mistress du-jour? Seemed like a fair exchange, Triton thought. It could be worse. He could be bridled from any sexual activities for a decade—which would suck to say the least. Anything, just not that! He’d never survive it. Not sating his sexual urges for a week bordered on excruciating, a decade would be pure torture.
At least in
Hades, he could screw some desperate souls, and the year would pass in delicious debauchery. He could deal with the heat and the stench, and surely, Father’s other brother, Hades, wouldn’t make the stay too uncomfortable for him. As long as Triton kept his hands off Hades’ wife. Now there was a beauty, if there ever was one.
Despite his thoughts, Triton kept his head down and his eyes averted, not willing to piss the King of Gods off any further. He cringed convincingly as Zeus lifted his arm and sent another thunderbolt across the blue sky. A sound as loud as a thousand horses’ hooves cracked through the white clouds that hung over Olympus. For sure, his uncle gave an impressive show right there on the terrace of his home overlooking the mortal world of Greece.
Better to play the repentant servant to Zeus. There was no way he was getting out of this mess unscathed. Not even his father Poseidon could help him right now—not that Triton wanted to ask the old man for help. All he’d get would be a lecture.
Besides, in his current state Uncle Zeus wouldn’t listen to anyone, least of all his brother.
Whatever punishment Triton was due, however, would be worth it. By the Gods, how Danae’s pale thighs had wrapped around him when he’d pumped into her. Her pink nipples had been erect little peaks topping voluptuous breasts that had bounced up and down, side to side with every thrust he’d delivered. Oh Gods, he’d delivered it to her—several times. She’d screamed her pleasure to the heavens and professed he was a better lover than Zeus, and by the Gods, he’d lapped that compliment up the same way he’d gobbled up the juices that had oozed from her quivering pussy.
She’d milked him so many times, he’d collapsed in her arms, unable to move another limb. And that was exactly how Zeus had found him: in her bed, bare-assed, and with his dick still inside her. Talk about in flagrante. He wasn’t going to smooth-talk himself out of that one.
Triton took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the sweet scent of ambrosia that drifted his way from just inside the palace. He eyed the spectators, who’d gathered around them. It hadn’t taken long for them to assemble—one word to the right person and the news had spread like wildfire. Zeus liked an audience as much as the next God, especially when he was ready to hand out punishment.
