Haven's Choice

by Tarah Knight

  Deacon slowly kissed each scar that was inflicted upon her body caressing every inch of her until she was writhing under him begging. He leaned down whispering against her ear. “Who am I? Say my name!” Haven squeezed her eyes shut as memory after memory flooded her mind of Barron demanding the same thing. Deacon flipped her over lifting her legs to his shoulders he inched downward until he was at eye level with the heart of her passion. “Look at me Haven.” he demanded softly. She rose up until she could meet his gaze. “Never again.” he promised. “Say my name one time, then I’ll never ask again.” Haven reached down and with her own sharp claws she cut the sides of her panties, slowly drawing the damp material away from her body in one smooth motion. Slipping her fingers through her dark blonde curls she opened herself for him. “You are my Serah, I give myself to you freely. Deacon it was you. It was always you. I need you.” She saw satisfaction flare briefly in his eyes then he turned his gaze downward to the glistening evidence of that need. Lowering his head he tasted the proof of her need, the essence that was Haven.

  Haven gripped a fistful of Deacons thick sable hair, as he loved her, her hips jerking in response to the building climax that was roaring toward her like a runaway freight train. “Don’t stop…please my love don’t stop!” she begged. He slipped his hands under her butt lifting her even closer to his mouth. He felt her thighs tense around him as she suddenly found her release. Her body bowing up off the mattress her fingers clamping down on the hair that she had fisted. Deacon quickly rose up and jerked her body down so he could capture her moans of passion. He swallowed her groans and her sighs as he plundered the soft interior of her mouth. He pierced his tongue on her sharp fangs letting her taste him. When she reached for him he took her wrists and held them by her head, he held her as she struggled to reach out to him, but he denied what she wanted. Her eyes blazed with hunger as she bared her fangs nipping at his mouth as he kissed her. He roughly shoved her legs apart thrusting deeply as he jerked her head to the side and buried his fangs in the tender skin of her throat. He pumped forcefully one… two… three times… as she came apart crying out his name over and over and over then at the very end he offered her his neck his own release coming at last when she sank her fangs into it. Haven slowly floated down from the heights of heaven as Deacon stroked her back and sides. She remembered the words she had spoken to Barron the day they met about not ever recovering from making love with Deacon. It appeared she knew what she was talking about. He curled her into his chest holding her as she practically purred in contentment. Her world was perfect… well almost perfect. Actually the more she thought about it this was the only thing perfect about it. “Stop harshing my groove.” Haven snorted in laughter at Deacons totally unexpected comment. “What did you say? Do you even know what you just said?” She looked up at him his eyes at that sexy as hell half asleep position his voice a soft grumble against her ear. “Yes, I do. I worked very hard to get you all boneless and pliant against me, now you’re worrying and getting all-stiff again. So stop it.” She smiled then settled back against him. “I’m sorry my love, I can’t help worrying about Hannah out there with Barron. She has even less of a chance against him than I did with her still being human.” Deacon grumbled something under his breath. “What?” He shifted so he could look down at her. “I said if she is still human. He won’t leave her that way for very long. I expect him to turn her and then make her feed from him so she will be dependent upon him. If he does that then even if they are caught he would not be executed.” Haven looked at him in surprise. “Not that I necessarily want him to be, but why not? What would have changed?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Because they would be sentencing your sister to death as well. How would she feed?” Haven frowned. “You could feed her couldn’t you? I mean if I could feed from both of you it would make sense that she could too right?” He shook his head. “I would bet not. The reason that you could feed from us both was because she had not been turned and because in your heart you had not made a choice yet. Hannah may not have that option. I think that’s why the night he attacked you he didn’t feel anything for you. Your choice overpowered his right. Even the bonds of fate could not fight that.” He reached out and ran his finger over the furrows that were now between her eyes. “Serah, I promise I will do everything in my power to find your sister and to keep her safe.” Haven arched her brow at him. “Even if that means your twin must live?” Deacon smiled at her. “Even if. In case I haven’t told you, thank you for choosing me.” Haven smiled as she tilted her head upward offering her mouth to Deacon. She laughed softly. “I had no choice my love, I had to listen to the call of my heart answering the call of yours…”

  ~The End~

  Hannah Revealed

  (Coming Soon!)

  Myra gasped as the feeling of weightlessness filled her body. She could feel the warm night air rushing by filling her ears until all she could hear was its deafening roar. When Barron had suggested they travel his way to escape she had no idea this was what he was talking about. Clinging tightly to his strong shoulders she pressed her cheek against his bare chest as he flew them high over the city lights of south Texas.

  She really shouldn’t be surprised by this turn of events. After the way her life had taken a sharp turn straight into crazyville, flying through the summer sky while being held in the arms of a vampire was really no biggie. Although being held in the arms of this particular vamp kinda was. He was Barron Northcross, twin brother to her twin sisters mate Deacon. They looked exactly alike but that’s where it ended. Deacon was kind and thoughtful, whereas Barron was an egotistical, cruel hearted maniac that also happened to be Myra’s soul mate. (Or so they said!) Myra had absolutely no intentions of becoming anyone’s Serah. That’s what the people of Legend called their soul mates, and after learning that Barren had cruelly forced her twin into being his Serah by manipulation Myra was even more certain that she would not be anyone’s soul mate, and most certainly not Barron’s! But for the time being she needed Barron to get her safely away from the place where she was being held. Brooklyn and Verlon were very nice, at first, but once Myra had decided to leave they had chained her up in the same room they were holding Barron. She had been told that it would just be for one night but one night was one night too many in her book.

  Barron was being held while he awaited trial for the attempted murder of her twin Haven. It was a messed up situation to say the least. After Barron had watched her break her own hand in order to escape he then revealed that he could have gotten free all along. (Thanks a lot! Not!) So that’s where they were at the moment, flying across the skies escaping. Barron was escaping an execution and Myra was escaping a life she didn’t want any part of, being a vampire. She was sad that she had to lose her sister just after they had found one another, but Myra had learned to look out for herself if nothing else, so she hoped Haven would understand.

  After streaking across the skies for several hours Myra could see eastern horizon starting to turn a pale pink so she knew the sun was about to rise. That wasn’t a problem for her, but her vampire jet pack had a real problem with sunlight so she nudged his shoulder then pointed. He nodded then they made their descent into a thickly wooded area. Landing softly on the leaf-covered ground Barron let her slide down out of his arms. Myra was thankful to put some distance between them. Being in such close contact with him for so long was having an unwanted affect on her libido. Both of the brothers were walking panty droppers, and they knew it. But Deacon at least was a gentleman about it. Barron used his sex appeal ruthlessly so the last thing Myra needed was for him to find out that he affected her. She walked down to where she could hear the gurgling of a small stream of water. Dropping to her knees she splashed the cool water over her face and neck letting it cool her blood as well as her skin. She started to raise her t-shirt to dry her face, and then stopped when she caught the scent of Barron that clung to her shirt. Peeking around to make sure he wasn’t looking she buried her face in it inhaling deeply. God A
lmighty what was that? It was the scent of warm male skin mixed with a deep spice that made her want to go scratch and sniff him all over. If she could bottle that she would make a freaking fortune! She heard the leaves crunching, so she quickly dried her face then turned to face him. “So this place is fine for me, but where will you go to get out of the sun?” He didn’t immediately answer he walked back up the small hill with her and after a minute of searching the ground he spoke. “I will make my resting place there.” He pointed to a shady spot under a large oak tree. “Oh, ok… will the leaves keep enough of the sun off of you?” she questioned. Once more he didn’t answer her, at least not verbally. He knelt down and like he had done in the basement when he was chained he started to swirl his fingers slowly just above the earth. Myra watched as the leaves started to scatter then the dirt itself started to heave and bulge up spilling up out of the ground until there was a large deep hole. Myra looked skeptically at the hole than back up at Barron. “You’re seriously going to sleep in there?” He smiled his seductive smile at her, the one that pretty much had women drooling the world over. “I made it big enough for two.” That had Myra backing away shaking her head. “Um yeah, no thanks… I think I’ll just nap above ground. You know I have this old breathing in and out habit that I still haven’t kicked. Pretty sure that would be difficult to do in there. Sooo… yeah. I’m good up here.” He shrugged then he jumped down into the hole and settled in. “I’ll rise just before sunset. I wouldn’t venture off too far.” Then he waved his hand, and the dirt started piling in on top of him until the ground looked like it had never been disturbed.

  “Well. Nothing creepy about that at all.” She mumbled to herself. The place he had chosen was really quite lovely. The woods were thick with old virgin timber that had never seen a chainsaw. The creek was clear and cold and since Barron was currently taking a dirt nap she decided to take a dip. She stripped out of her t-shirt and jeans then decided against removing her bra and panties. You just never knew who might show up. She waded in until the water was chest high then she flipped over on her back and floated. She watched the white puffy clouds rolling past and listened to the birds chirp and the squirrels chatter. It was really very nice and if she hadn’t been on the run with a wanted fugitive vampire and she herself trying to avoid being turned into a vampire she could have really enjoyed herself. After twenty minutes she got out and found a dry patch of grass in a sunny spot. After bunching up her jeans as a pillow she curled up and within minutes she was fast asleep.

  Myra woke up hours later feeling chilly. The sun had moved off of her and now she was in the shade. She stretched feeling her muscles protest after being on the ground for so long. She got up and quickly dressed she didn’t want to risk being caught with her pants down if Barron woke up early. Her silly joke had her smiling while she slipped her shoes back on. After getting a drink from the creek she went hunting for something to eat. Surely in woods this thick she could find some blackberries somewhere. After searching for only a few minutes she hit the blackberry jackpot! “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” The bushes were loaded down heavily with the plump juicy berries. Myra sat down and starting eating. Once she was full she gathered some more up in her shirt then headed back to wait for Barron to wake up. She didn’t have to wait long she had been back no more than twenty minutes when the dirt suddenly spewed up from the earth like dirt version of old faithful and Barron was standing there looking at her. She was little (a lot!) disappointed that he didn’t have dirt all over him or twigs in his hair. Figures he would come out looking as fresh as if he took a shower his dark hair clean and glossy and smelling like sex on legs. Myra felt like a rag-a-muffin compared to him. Her slightly sunburned skin was a light pink and felt tender to the touch. She did indeed have grass in her hair and a blackberry stained mouth. She wasn’t sure what she smelled like, but she would bet that she didn’t smell as sinful as Barron did. He walked over to where she was sitting cross-legged still munching on blackberries out of pure boredom. He lightly tapped her sunburned nose. “You should have napped with me. The sun does as much damage to your fair skin as it would mine.” He held out his hand to help her to her feet. She got up and dusted the seat of her pants off the best she could. “Yeah, like I said… the whole breathing habit.” She offered him some of her blackberries. He frowned slightly. “Yeah, the whole non eating habit, no thanks.” Myra blushed at her stupid mistake. Of course he didn’t eat! Duh! She tossed the remainder of her little bush meal into the nearby brush then smiled up at him. “Ok, now where?”

  He looked at her rumpled jeans and yellow t-shirt that was covered in blackberry stains. “I’m thinking that a shopping trip is in order.” Without waiting for her response he lifted her up into his arms once more and took to the skies. A couple of hours later Myra packed the three pairs of jeans and five shirts along with several changes of undies and socks into a medium sized bag. She tried to go as light as possible being that Barron would be carrying her. It was very thoughtful of him to buy her the clothing she certainly didn’t expect it of him. When she emerged from the small shopping center she found him waiting for her standing next to a silver Ford pick-up with darkly tinted windows. “Hey, who did you steal that from?” she teased. He frowned fiercely “I do not need to steal. I have wealth enough to purchase whatever it is that I need.” He took her bag and tossed it into the back seat of the extended cab truck. Okaay… clearly someone woke up on the wrong side of his dirt bed this evening. “Sorry, I was just teasing. It’s a very nice truck.” They got in and he turned the truck out onto the highway. She tried not to stare at him but the black silk shirt with the dark low-slung jeans and dark boots just screamed Best. Sex. Ever! Forcing her eyes back onto the road she asked. “So where are going from here? Do you have a certain place in mind?” He stretched his long legs then slid the seat back as far as it would go, but he still looked cramped up. “Why are we driving?” she asked. He gave her a pointed look. “I thought it would be more comfortable for you.” There it was again, that unexpected consideration for her comfort. It didn’t mesh with her former opinion of him at all. “Oh, yes. This is more comfortable thank you.” He acknowledged her gratitude with a brief nod of his head then he turned back to the road. After several miles of driving in silence she spoke up again. “Um… so do you have a place in mind? You never really answered me.” He waited so long to answer that Myra thought he wasn’t going to. “I have a place in Alberta Canada. I will set you up there before I travel on.” Myra frowned. “Set me up? What does that mean?” He glanced over at her. “Myra even though you have chosen not to be turned, I’m still your Serah. It is my job, my responsibility to take care of you. When I said I had wealth enough to buy whatever I needed I was telling you the truth. I am a multi-millionaire several times over, so you will never want for anything as long as you live. As long as you are not with me I think the counsel might leave you alone, however I can’t promise you that. But I do know that they will continue to hunt me and they will eventually catch up with me.” There he stopped and stared through the windshield in silence. “Do you still think that you deserve to die?” She asked him softly. He nodded quickly. “What I did to Haven is deserving of death. My actions were reprehensible, and if it were not for my obligations to you I would do it myself.” The bleakness in his voice told Myra that he truly believed he deserved to die. “Why did you do it?” Once the words were out of her mouth she wanted to call them back! “I’m sorry Barron. You don’t have to answer that. Sometimes my mouth spouts off without my permission.” He shook his head. “No, you have every right to ask me that. Haven is your sister. I wish I knew why. I only know that I felt betrayed and that the very source of whatever happiness I had was being taken from me. I really don’t remember the attack itself.” He looked at her for a moment. “But it was a false happiness. She was never mine to start with. If I had known, truly known, that you were real… that you existed. I would have waited for you. I’m sorry my Serah. I have failed you. I w
ill stay alive for you as long as possible.”