Yvette's Haven

The quick intake of breath told him that his question had surprised her. Good—the last thing he wanted to be was predictable. Predictable never got the girl.

Got the girl?

What the hell was he thinking?

“You were pissed with me for biting you,” Yvette interrupted his thought process.

Haven cleared his throat. Pissed wasn’t the right P-word—pleased, pleasured, perfect were more like it. “Right.” Where the fuck was he going with this? Why was he trying to seduce her? Yet, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Did it give you pleasure to bite me while you sucked me? Did you like the taste?” This was clearly his dick talking, but he had no idea how to shut that stupid idiot up.

Yvette’s chest rose as she inhaled, her breasts brushing against his chest. “What do you want from me?”

Haven moved his body closer, his erection sliding against her hip as he tilted his body sideways so his brother couldn’t observe that he’d gotten another hard-on just by talking to Yvette.

“I want to fuck you until we’re both delirious.”

***

Yvette’s heart stuttered in excitement. Haven’s words and body language told her everything she needed to know: he couldn’t stay away from her. And all it had taken was a blowjob and a bite. How simple. He was on the hook. Now she only needed to reel him in, lull him deeper into the deception that she wanted him, and then toss him out like a used tool which had served its duty.

Everything was working perfectly.

Everything, except for one thing: she had yet to convince herself that she didn’t want him and would indeed toss him out to deliver the ultimate humiliation when she was done with him. It shouldn’t be so hard. Haven had plenty of strikes against him: he’d kidnapped her and her charge, he was a witch, and on top of it he was an arrogant jerk, who believed she was a heartless creature. Why wasn’t that enough to hate him?

But with his words in her ear and his body and scent so close, so tempting, she couldn’t concentrate on his bad attributes. She could only think of how good it had felt to touch him and pleasure him.

“Tell me what you felt,” he whispered like a sorcerer trying to draw her in with his enchanted spell. And maybe that was what he was doing: using his witch powers on her. She hadn’t considered it up till now. But it was the only explanation: by being together with his siblings, he was drawing on his powers. It had to be, or she would never feel herself become so weak and pathetically compliant in his presence.

“Your blood tastes of bergamot, rich and thick.” She couldn’t stop her words from spilling from her lips. “And your cum is salty, and mingled with your blood, it’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

Her body was hot just thinking of it. It heated even more when his warm breath ghosted along her neck.

“Fuck, Yvette. I’m hard just thinking of what we did.” Haven exhaled several times as if he was trying to calm himself. “When this is over, you and I, we need some time together. Just you and me and a bed.”

She couldn’t argue with that. He was playing right into her hands. Like a lovesick puppy, he begged her for more. “I thought you hated vampires.”

Haven raked a lusty look over her. “Oh, I hate you. Don’t get me wrong. I hate you enough to wanna fuck you until you collapse.”

She could deal with that kind of hate. “You, me—” She paused to catch her breath. “—and a flat surface.”

But right now, she needed distance from him; otherwise, she’d maul him right in front of his brother and sister.
Twenty

“What guarantee do we have that she’s not going to double-cross us?” Zane hissed into Gabriel’s ear. They stood in the hallway of Samson’s house while the rest of the Scanguards crew and Francine were in the living room. “And how do we know that she really scried for this Haven Montgomery and didn’t just give us a bogus location?”

Gabriel shook his head. “We don’t know. We’ll just have to take a leap of faith.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“Zane, one day you’ll have to learn to trust somebody.”

Zane narrowed his eyes at his boss. “Today’s not that day.”

“Where I stand, we don’t really have a choice. I know we’re up against a possibly very powerful witch—let’s assume it’s Haven since all evidence points to him—but I trust Francine. If she says she’ll help us trap him as long as we don’t kill him, I believe her.”