Yvette’s curves were worth assaulting. Feminine despite her toned muscles, and covered with soft, satiny skin, her body’s curves fit to his palms as if they were custom made just for him. To feel her ample tit in his hand and stroke her until she moaned uncontrollably was better than anything else he’d felt in a long while. With every moan, his own body heated, his cock throbbing and begging for release.

Haven angled his head to get an even deeper connection, his body urging him to get more of her, to mark her, brand her. To show her that he could give her what she needed, that he was more than man enough to drive her to ecstasy.

One of her hands was still digging into his chest, but the other one moved back to his groin. When it connected with his cock, stroking along his hard length, he groaned. Under his mouth, her lips curled up in a smile.

The wicked little bitch!

She was trying to get him to lose control. But he wouldn’t allow it. Not before he could turn her brain into mush and make her forget everything except his touch and his kiss. Trying hard to ignore her caressing hand, he gave her nipple another tug, this time harder. Then he ripped his mouth from hers and lowered his head.

He found her breast through the fabric of her dress and licked over the silk. If it had been white, he’d be able to see her nipple now, but the black fabric didn’t give away her womanly secrets. Yet, the effect wasn’t lost on her as evidenced by her strangled moan. He repeated his action, licking her hard nipple again and noticed how her hold on his cock loosened. He was winning the battle. Soon, she would submit to him, and he’d be calling the shots.

***

Yvette couldn’t take much more of his passionate caresses. His kiss had been numbing, blocking out everything in the room so she could only sense him and his desire. She’d never responded to a man this openly. She’d always been in control of every situation. When she took her pleasure, it was always on her terms. And she would be the one to set the pace and decide how and when she allowed a man to pleasure her.

This was different. Haven was different.

He didn’t ask; he just took. He took, and by taking, he gave her body glimpses of pleasure she had buried deep inside her. Pleasure she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for fear she would lose herself, her identity, her heart. Her response to him frightened her, and she should have pushed him away instantly, but his touch was addictive. Like a junkie, she craved more.

Moving her hand to his shoulder—she relished the feel of his sculptured chest and abs, but she wanted—needed—him nearer—she pulled him closer to her and felt him suck her breast through her dress. It wouldn’t do. She needed more. She needed him closer, skin on skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat. When his teeth grazed her nipple, she exhaled sharply. A stream of lava raced down her core and into her clit, the liquid heat searing her from the inside. She needed something to ease the need it caused in her. The need to have him, consume him, taste him.

“More,” she begged, barely recognizing her own hoarse voice. What had she turned into? What had he turned her into?

As if he knew what she needed, his hand slipped to her thigh where her dress had already ridden up. His fingers trailed along her naked skin and moved upwards until they reached her damp panties. One finger rubbed against her, and she let out a relieved sigh. Yes, that was better, so much better. He would take away the ache and make her feel normal again.

“Yes,” she encouraged him and dropped her head back against the wall, her neck unable to support the weight any longer. Her lids were too heavy to keep open.

Yvette held her breath as Haven eased his finger underneath the thin fabric and stroked against her wet flesh.

“What the fuck?”

Her entire body stiffened, and her eyes flew open, staring at Haven. But his face was turned to the side, his hands already retreating from her body. She now realized that he wasn’t the one who’d spoken.

Her eyes followed his gaze, landing on Wesley, who stood only a few feet away from them, grimacing in disgust. She’d completely forgotten everything around her.

Haven leapt up from the cot, the massive bulge in his pants still making a prominent statement, one his brother didn’t miss. Wesley’s lips curled downwards. “You, of all people? How could you?”

“Stay out of it, Wes!”

But Wesley couldn’t be stopped. He crossed the distance between him and his brother, almost bumping into him.

“You idiot! Don’t you see she’s manipulating you?” Wesley’s disdain for vampires fairly dripped from his voice, but it wasn’t his tone that got Yvette’s hackles up. It was the words he uttered next. “She’s using you.”