Yvette's Haven
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“Then let’s hate each other thoroughly.” Because he couldn’t admit to her that what was happening to him couldn’t be further from hate. Which didn’t mean he had to admit anything.
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.
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.
