Yvette's Haven
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With light pressure, Haven thrust back into her mouth, his movement accompanied by a deep groan. Several shallow breaths followed as if he was trying to steady himself, but Yvette knew better than to allow him to adjust to the sensations she caused in him. He’d get no reprieve. Using her other hand, she reached for his balls and cradled them, then scraped her fingernails against the sac. It instantly tightened, pulling its rounded contents up toward the root of his thrusting shaft.
She used her tongue and lips to suck him hard, to create a pressure she knew he couldn’t withstand for long. And all the while, she enjoyed his taste and the texture of his beautiful flesh. She’d always liked sucking cock because it gave her power over a man and with Haven even more so. His moans and irregular breaths were indication enough that he was nearing the edge of his control. And making him lose control was something she wanted to experience.
Yvette inhaled deeply, allowing his male scent to flood her senses. It reached every cell in her body, making her desire for him almost unbearable. But it wasn’t for her own pleasure that she did this, it was for his, so he would go mad with desire for her. Because only if she snapped his control could she hope to gain her own senses back and make him lose the hold he had over her. But hell, if she didn’t enjoy every single second of this. It was impossible to tell her body not to react to him.
Haven’s hard length pumped faster and faster, and she sucked harder.
“Oh, God!” he grunted.
His cock jerked, his orgasm imminent. Yvette’s fangs lengthened, and she took his cock as deep as she could before she set her fangs at the base of it and broke through his skin.
“Fuck!” Haven’s surprised grunt barely registered as his blood and cum mixed in her mouth. The combined taste of it sent a bolt of electrical charge into her clit, making her climax instantly.
Yvette relished the sensations traveling through her heated body while she continued sucking his blood and his semen from his cock, which continued pulsating in her mouth.
When she noticed him going slack against the door, she dislodged her fangs and let his shaft slip from her mouth, catching him as his back slid along the door, bringing him to a sitting position. His eyes were closed, but his hands were still on her head, pulling her against him now.
“I’ve never—” he broke off, taking a deep breath into his lungs. “This was—” Again, he didn’t finish his sentence.
Yvette smiled, feeling almost languid from her powerful orgasm—and he hadn’t even touched her. She could only imagine what it would be like when he did. But for now, she basked in the fruits of her labor: he was succumbing to her.
“You—” Haven opened his eyes, his gaze falling onto his cock that now lay flaccid against the dark nest of curls. There were remnants of blood at the base, and the little puncture wounds were still visible. His eyes opened wide. “You bit me!”
Eighteen “I’ve drawn all the blinds,” Oliver’s voice came from inside the apartment. “You can come in now.”
Zane reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open, entering the dimly lit place before letting the lock snap in behind him. Oliver, Samson’s human assistant, did have his uses. Making areas vampire-safe was one of them. Not that Francine, who’d accompanied them, couldn’t have done the same thing, but frankly, Zane didn’t trust her. And while he was many things, he was never careless with his own life. After all, he only had the one.
“Thanks, Oliver, appreciate it.”
He walked past the kid—which clearly he was when you looked at him: fresh faced, early twenties, barely the appearance of a stubble or the suspicion that he could even grow a beard. His hair was a dark mess with each single strand seemingly sticking into another direction no matter how often he ran his hand through it to tame it into a neat coiffure. The effort was wasted—Oliver’s hair did what it wanted to do.
His eyes were clear and bright. He was a good kid—a kid worthy of knowing their secrets. And a kid, he suspected from his interactions with him, who wanted to be just like them, like the vampires who worked for Scanguards.
“If I can help with anything—”
“Just watch the door.” When disappointment flitted across Oliver’s face, Zane added “thanks” and nearly choked on the word. Yuck, he was turning soft.
Haven’s apartment had been easy to find. Once the witch had given them his full name, Gabriel had made a few well-placed calls to some trusted sources at the City and the Police Department and been surprised to find out what Haven Montgomery was: a bounty hunter. Apparently a pretty good one too.