Yvette's Haven
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“I told you I won’t hurt him. If I wanted to, I would have done so long before you even got in here. Don’t you get that?”
Wesley raised his chin stubbornly. It was a gesture with which Haven was all too familiar; he did that when he wasn’t willing to budge, but had no arguments left. Haven had been at the receiving end of it many times while they’d grown up together.
“What do you propose?” Haven asked, each word hurting as his breath deserted his lungs.
Yvette’s eyes widened in obvious surprise. She hadn’t expected him to ask. “I can seal your wounds so they won’t bleed anymore. It’ll stop the blood loss.”
“How?”
“With my saliva. I can lick the wounds and …”
Haven didn’t hear the rest of her words. She would lick him? God help him. If the blood loss didn’t kill him, her lips and tongue on his naked skin would. Already the thought of it made his body temperature rise. How could he let her do that to him? And in front of his brother and the girl! It wasn’t an experience he wanted to have in front of an audience. At the thought of Kimberly, Haven scanned the room. She was gone. An icy coldness shot through his veins.
“Where’s Kimberly?”
Yvette frowned. Wesley answered, “The witch took her.”
“Shit!” What had he done? He’d delivered an innocent girl to a witch, who would hurt her. Why hadn’t he resisted? Why hadn’t he come up with a better plan that wouldn’t have involved kidnapping the girl?
“I told her to do what she says. She won’t resist her, not like you. Stupid,” Wesley growled.
“I couldn’t, I just couldn’t …” But Wesley wouldn’t understand. He’d always taken the easy road, the way of least resistance. Whereas Haven had yet to meet a brick wall he didn’t like. And his head wasn’t thanking him for it either.
“So, do you agree to it?” Yvette intercepted his thoughts.
Haven looked back at her and let his gaze sweep over her body once more. He didn’t have much of a choice. The bleeding wasn’t stopping no matter how hard he pressed his hand against the wounds. And already now he felt dizzy. It would only get worse. But he still couldn’t trust her.
“Wesley will stand next to you. And if you’re trying to hurt me, he’ll use the stake.”
“Now we’re talking.” Wesley grinned and rolled the item in question between his fingers.
Yvette merely rolled her eyes. “Idiots!”
With fluid grace she walked toward him, waiting for Wesley to step aside before she dropped to her knees beside him. Her closeness made him feel almost intoxicated. He wrote it off to the pain that coursed through his body and made him weak.
“Show me how it works,” Wesley ordered, looking down on them.
Haven saw Yvette’s mouth twitch as if she was biting back a snide remark. But then she lowered her face to his and looked into his eyes. “Your lip is split.”
His groin tightened at the hint of what she was about to do. Couldn’t she start somewhere else on his body, maybe on his hand or arm? Did she have to deliver the death blow with her first strike? But before he could voice his protest—and he wasn’t even sure it would have been a protest—her lips closed in on him.
Haven held his breath when her pink tongue snaked out and lapped against his lower lip. Instead of a stinging sensation, he experienced a slight tingling, pleasant and gentle. He exhaled and relaxed his facial muscles. Again, her tongue licked over his lower lip, slower this time and with more pressure.
The strange tingling morphed into a shiver which raced down his body and slammed into this groin. She would definitely kill him—that much was clear. By what means? The jury was still out on that.
When he looked at her, he noticed how her eyes had closed as if she was savoring his taste. There was a drop of his blood on her lip, and fuck it if he didn’t find that sexy as hell. And hell was clearly where he was heading if he didn’t stop this madness. If he could stop it. If he wanted to.
Yvette pulled back.
“Fucking amazing,” Wesley commented as he looked at Haven’s lip. “It’s like new.” His brother grinned down on him. “Quite handy.” Then he made a movement toward Yvette. “Okay, do the rest.”
If his brother only knew what kind of torture he was going through right now … It might look cool and be “handy” as Wesley had said, but to be at the receiving end of it was something entirely different. It was the most amazing sensual caress he’d ever felt.
Wesley raised his chin stubbornly. It was a gesture with which Haven was all too familiar; he did that when he wasn’t willing to budge, but had no arguments left. Haven had been at the receiving end of it many times while they’d grown up together.
“What do you propose?” Haven asked, each word hurting as his breath deserted his lungs.
Yvette’s eyes widened in obvious surprise. She hadn’t expected him to ask. “I can seal your wounds so they won’t bleed anymore. It’ll stop the blood loss.”
“How?”
“With my saliva. I can lick the wounds and …”
Haven didn’t hear the rest of her words. She would lick him? God help him. If the blood loss didn’t kill him, her lips and tongue on his naked skin would. Already the thought of it made his body temperature rise. How could he let her do that to him? And in front of his brother and the girl! It wasn’t an experience he wanted to have in front of an audience. At the thought of Kimberly, Haven scanned the room. She was gone. An icy coldness shot through his veins.
“Where’s Kimberly?”
Yvette frowned. Wesley answered, “The witch took her.”
“Shit!” What had he done? He’d delivered an innocent girl to a witch, who would hurt her. Why hadn’t he resisted? Why hadn’t he come up with a better plan that wouldn’t have involved kidnapping the girl?
“I told her to do what she says. She won’t resist her, not like you. Stupid,” Wesley growled.
“I couldn’t, I just couldn’t …” But Wesley wouldn’t understand. He’d always taken the easy road, the way of least resistance. Whereas Haven had yet to meet a brick wall he didn’t like. And his head wasn’t thanking him for it either.
“So, do you agree to it?” Yvette intercepted his thoughts.
Haven looked back at her and let his gaze sweep over her body once more. He didn’t have much of a choice. The bleeding wasn’t stopping no matter how hard he pressed his hand against the wounds. And already now he felt dizzy. It would only get worse. But he still couldn’t trust her.
“Wesley will stand next to you. And if you’re trying to hurt me, he’ll use the stake.”
“Now we’re talking.” Wesley grinned and rolled the item in question between his fingers.
Yvette merely rolled her eyes. “Idiots!”
With fluid grace she walked toward him, waiting for Wesley to step aside before she dropped to her knees beside him. Her closeness made him feel almost intoxicated. He wrote it off to the pain that coursed through his body and made him weak.
“Show me how it works,” Wesley ordered, looking down on them.
Haven saw Yvette’s mouth twitch as if she was biting back a snide remark. But then she lowered her face to his and looked into his eyes. “Your lip is split.”
His groin tightened at the hint of what she was about to do. Couldn’t she start somewhere else on his body, maybe on his hand or arm? Did she have to deliver the death blow with her first strike? But before he could voice his protest—and he wasn’t even sure it would have been a protest—her lips closed in on him.
Haven held his breath when her pink tongue snaked out and lapped against his lower lip. Instead of a stinging sensation, he experienced a slight tingling, pleasant and gentle. He exhaled and relaxed his facial muscles. Again, her tongue licked over his lower lip, slower this time and with more pressure.
The strange tingling morphed into a shiver which raced down his body and slammed into this groin. She would definitely kill him—that much was clear. By what means? The jury was still out on that.
When he looked at her, he noticed how her eyes had closed as if she was savoring his taste. There was a drop of his blood on her lip, and fuck it if he didn’t find that sexy as hell. And hell was clearly where he was heading if he didn’t stop this madness. If he could stop it. If he wanted to.
Yvette pulled back.
“Fucking amazing,” Wesley commented as he looked at Haven’s lip. “It’s like new.” His brother grinned down on him. “Quite handy.” Then he made a movement toward Yvette. “Okay, do the rest.”
If his brother only knew what kind of torture he was going through right now … It might look cool and be “handy” as Wesley had said, but to be at the receiving end of it was something entirely different. It was the most amazing sensual caress he’d ever felt.
