Child? he thought. You don’t want children.
But as he looked at Haven there, kissing his cock gently again, such warmth in her eyes, he felt the same pang of longing return. He felt a glimmer of hope of a family entering his mind, and he nearly locked it down and ended the session between them.
Everything in him screamed run away. Let her go. Don’t get involved. But it was too late. He couldn’t let her go. Truth be known, he’d kill anyone who tried to separate him from her.
She’s mine.
He ran his hand into her long, brown hair and then caressed her cheek. She was so beautiful and so broken. He understood broken. He related to it like no other could. He’d spent his life in a constant state of falling to pieces, held together by sheer willpower and luck. Deep down he knew they were right for one another. That two brokens could make a whole.
She opened her mouth and took his cock head between her lips. Boomer’s legs quivered and he wondered if they’d hold out or buckle under the weight of her mouth. He’d never lost his footing getting a blowjob before. Then again, he’d never had Haven’s mouth around his cock before. She made his other escapades seem pointless.
She took his cock deeper into her mouth, her actions hesitant, as if she wasn’t a hundred percent sure what she was doing. That warmed Boomer. He didn’t want to think of her as overly experienced. She took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth and Boomer had to reach for the headboard of the bed with his free hand to stay upright. Damn, his woman was going to bring him to knees soon.
Her warm, wet mouth eased over his shaft, up and down, slow and then fast. His balls began to tighten and he knew he’d come hard if she kept it up. Haven reached up, her hands going to his low abdomen first and then easing upward as she deep throated him. Boomer would have normally pulled away from a woman trying to make that much contact, beyond a hard fuck, with him. But as Haven’s fingertips edged up him, he felt part of himself melting. Almost as if he was surrendering to her. To what she was offering.
Comfort.
A future.
Contact.
His eyes began to burn and he wasn’t sure what was happening at first. Pleasure built in him and he caught Haven by her hair gently, holding her head in place, preventing her from taking him deeper into her mouth again. He needed to exhale. To gather control, and if she kept it up he’d lose any and all control. That would be bad.
Very bad.
She blinked up at him, a temptress with such innocence to her that it made him burn with need. “Did I hurt you?”
“W-what?” he asked, his voice as shaky as his legs felt. No one could hear about this. His friends would never let him off the hook for pussing out during a blowjob.
She moved upward, slinking up his body slowly, her hands trailing a line over places he’d not allowed anyone contact with in some time. He didn’t push her away, even as she traced her way over faint scars from a time he wished he could forget. Instead, he drew her closer on her ascent. She touched one of his many tattoos and grinned. “A panther?”
“Seemed fitting,” he said, his voice still not as deep as normal.
When she was upright, on her knees on the bed, her front pressed to his, she touched his cheek. She came away with a tear. One he’d not realized he’d shed.
Embarrassed, Boomer nearly drew back from her. He didn’t like being vulnerable in front of anyone—let alone her. Haven tugged on his shoulders and then put her lips over his. Her kiss chased away any urges to cut and run.
Boomer broke their kiss only momentarily as he cast off his remaining clothing that had been around his knees at this stage of the game. Haven watched him with a hungry look that excited him more. He wanted to grab her, turn her onto her hands and knees and mount her. He wanted to pound into her from behind and then sink his teeth into her flesh, forever claiming her as his own.
“Calm down,” he said more to himself than her.
She giggled and shook her head. “I don’t think I can calm down. I don’t want to.”
He raised the scrub shirt above her head and then tossed it aside, his gaze whipping to her exposed breasts. He had to take a moment to remember to breathe. The woman was a solid ten. Hell, a solid one hundred.
He eased over her, forcing her to lie upon the bed as he moved up and over her. Boomer lowered his head and licked one of her nipples, bringing a tiny gasp from her in the process.
She caught his face as he came up. Her gaze intense. “I want to forget everything. Can you make me forget everything, at least for a little bit?”
He knew what she was asking. She was asking for pleasure to take her mind from the pain. That he understood beyond a shadow of a doubt. He’d lived every day of his life in the very state she was talking about. “Yes.”
She closed her eyes and then bit at her lip. “Miles.”
He liked hearing his name when she said it. “Yes?”
“This is my first time,” she said softly. “I’ve never done this before.”
He paused. “Haven, how old are you?”
She looked up at him, an innocence in her gaze that moved him. “I’ll be twenty-two soon.”
He made a move to roll off her. She wasn’t ready for this. For him. For everything sleeping with him would bring. And he was way too old for her.
Name someone you’re not too old for, dumbass, he thought bitterly. At his age very few people weren’t too young for him.
She caught his wrist. “Miles?”
“I should let you rest,” he said, wanting to crawl over her and sink into her. “Rest and then we’ll figure out what to do about Pierre tomorrow. Okay?”
“You’d really just walk out now?” she asked, propping herself on one elbow. “I know you feel the pull between us. I know you want this to happen too. Why stop? Because I’m not experienced?”
Boomer ran a hand through his long hair, unable to remember at what point it had come free during the night. Maybe when he’d fought with Corbin? He was unsure how to respond to Haven. He knew all the things she’d want to hear from him, but none of them were the truth. “How is it you’re still a virgin? I thought most girls today were active at young ages.”
She gave him a cross look. “Not every girl out there throws her vagina at the first guy who pays her some interest. Some of us have a little more respect for ourselves than that. I hear enough from other people about my virginity. I don’t need a lecture on it right now.” Her look intensified. “And I’ve spent the greater part of my life resisting the urge to bite guys’ throats out. Sorry that I didn’t toss my legs open for all of them. Silly me. I thought I was saving this for someone special. Someone who could maybe handle all of what I bring to the table. You know, fangs and all.”
Boomer put his hands up. His woman was hot as hell when she was upset with him. “I surrender.”
She raised a brow.
He winked. “You’re super sexy when you’re pissed at me.”
“Considering I tried to kill you….”
Laughing, Boomer eased onto the bed next to her. He took her into his arms and pulled her against him, holding her, cuddling for the first time in his life. It was foreign to him, yet he liked the feel of it. The feel of her. “I’m glad you didn’t throw yourself at the first guy who paid you interest.”
“Then why don’t you want to do this with me?” she asked, her hand on his chest.
He rubbed her arm lightly. “I do. I really fucking do want to do this with you. But not here. Not in the infirmary. I want to wine you and dine you. Granted, I’m kind of shit at the dating thing, but I want you to know how special you are to me.”
She laughed. “I’ve always heard guys don’t turn down sex.”
“Smart ones don’t,” he said, kissing her temple. “I’m a fucking idiot at the moment.”
She slid her bare leg up his, her hand inching toward his cock which was still as hard as ever. He wasn’t sure the damn thing would ever relax around her.
She smiled. “I
think you’re brilliant. This only makes me want you to be my first more.”
He touched her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Haven, you realize I’ll be you’re only, right? No other man is to ever touch you. Only me. Got it?”
“I really want to tell you that you don’t own me,” said Haven, her hand moving over his shaft. “That I’m my own woman and make my own decisions. But something deep down wants me to agree with you. That you’ll be it for me. Weird, huh? I mean, I don’t expect anything from you beyond sex. I’ll be out of here by morning and I’ll let you get back to your life.”
She thought she was going to waltz out of his life? Was she nuts? The cat in him unfurled, rising to the surface, dancing there on the edge. It wanted him to bite her, mark her and leave her no wiggle room on who she belonged to. Boomer tried to control himself as he rolled up and over Haven, spreading her legs wide to him. The excited look in her eyes did nothing to help him regain control.
“Make me leave,” he said between clenched teeth.
“Oh hell no!” She opened her legs more, her hands suddenly on his ass cheeks. She slapped him a good one on the right cheek and then laughed, a deep, throaty, super sexy laugh that drove him over the edge.
Boomer lined up with her heated core and thrust in, breaking through the thin bit of resistance there, and plunging deep into her body. Haven cried out under him, her nails digging into her arms as he rooted in her. Boomer could hardly breathe. He wasn’t sure if he’d partially shift or come, or both. Either way he looked at it, moving was a bad idea.
“Ohmygod!” cried Haven. “Miles! More!”
She ground her hips under him, forcing him to move, pushing him over the edge of sanity. He began to pump in and out of her, wanting the feeling of bliss to never end. She clawed at his arms more and he sensed it in her, the change. Her vampire side coming out to play. He didn’t flinch or jerk away. He bared his neck to her.
The mere thought of vampires prior to Haven would have turned him damn near feral in an attempt to be out of their area. But not her. Nothing he’d been conditioned for applied anymore. The past didn't matter—only Haven.
“Bite me,” he said, meaning it. He wanted to feel her teeth sink into his flesh. “Take what you need. What your body wants.”
“No,” she said, sounding pained. “Miles, I can’t do that you again.”
He ground into her more and then held there, his body so close to coming he wasn’t sure how he hadn’t yet. “Haven, bite me. I want it.”
A question formed on her face and then it vanished. “You get off on pain.”
“I do,” he said. Fuck, he wanted her to bite him. To feed from him while he made love to her.
He thought she’d give in and bite him. And he wanted her to. When she reached up, tugged on his face and then began to kiss him gently, his body reacted violently, his balls feeling as if they were about to burst, his cock twitching and his hips jerking of their own volition. He was like a piston, moving in and out of her with a speed he was sure would have broken a human. She continued to kiss him with such tenderness that he knew whatever walls he’d had up against her were now crumbling.
Claim her.
His basic instincts tried to take over the moment.
He refused to let them. He wouldn’t make their first time be something primal and raw. Something that would skew her view of him. He could be romantic. At least he was pretty sure he could be.
She cried out in his mouth, her pussy tightening around his cock, taking him past the point of being able to hold off his own pleasure any longer. Boomer thrust in deep, letting himself release in her, sharing the climax with her. He kissed her back, taking great care and time with each swipe of his tongue. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he stopped jetting seed into her and slowed his kiss.
She ran her hands over his back and then hugged him. He didn’t shrink away. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the hug, wanting to hold on to her forever. He moved his lips from her and then kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”
She touched his chin and smiled up at him. “Anytime, PinHead. Anytime.”
He chuckled as he rolled to lie beside her on the bed, his arms still around her. “I take it you don’t like all my piercings.”
“I’m curious as to how many you have in total.” She touched his ear, her fingers skimming over several of his piercings there. “They’re growing on me.”
He laughed more.
She tweaked one of his nipple rings lightly. “Do you set off metal detectors?”
Laughing, Boomer drew her over him and then swatted her backside gently, making her yelp and then laugh as well. She bent, her long hair falling over them both. She glanced behind her and then her gaze whipped back to him. “How are you hard again? I thought it took men longer to recover after sex.”
“I’m Cat-man. That’s like being a fucking superhero,” he said with a snort.
“Cat-man?” she asked.
“Uh-huh, have my own theme song and all.”
She shook her head. “You’re weird.”
“Up for taking weird for a ride?” he asked, reaching between them, grabbing his cock and holding it lined perfectly with her pussy. “Because there is nothing I want more right now than to see your tits bouncing in my face while you ride me.”
“You have a way with words,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“I’m not really a purple prose kind of guy,” he admitted. He tried to think of a better way to express what he wanted at the moment. Nothing came to him.
She faked surprise, sinking onto his cock slowly. “You don’t say.”
He was bigger this way and he knew it. She gasped and he tried to steady her, keeping her from driving down too hard on him all at once.
Chapter Fourteen
Haven rode Boomer slowly at first, her body needing time to adjust to how big he was. She could feel his piercings in her, adding to her pleasure, making her core so damp she worried he wouldn’t find it stimulating. “Do you like it?”
He tipped his head back. “I’m trying not to come again, so that should sum it up nicely. Fuck, your pussy is so tight. It’s perfect. And I was right. Seeing your tits bounce when you ride me is hot as hell.”
The edges of her lips drew upward. He was certainly something with the romantic words. She’d never thought of herself as a woman who would enjoy having someone talk dirty to her, but hearing Boomer do as much changed her mind.
He closed his eyes briefly. “I mean, yes, it feels great. You look beautiful on me.”
She laughed and bent, kissing him. “You said what you meant the first time.”
“But you are beautiful,” he countered, thrusting upward. She leaned up and rode him faster, taking him deeper. He caught hold of her hips, stopping her momentum in its tracks.
He caressed her hips as he looked up at her with such exotic features that she found herself getting lost in them. She bent with the intention of kissing his lips, but she started at his forehead and trailed kisses over his face lightly, wanting him to see just how amazingly handsome he was to her.
He thrust his hips up, countering her movements, and she cried out, arching her back, pressing her breasts to his face without meaning to. Boomer cupped them, squeezing them and kneading them, his mouth covering one of her nipples, pulling pleasure from her womb as he did.
She shuddered, moving her hips in small thrusts, almost grinding against him. The motioned tweaked her clit and she cried out as her climax hit. Boomer held her down on him, his gaze locked firmly on her as she continued to come.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it out,” he said, reaching up and pinching one of her nipples hard enough to make her yelp right before additional pleasure swept through her lower region. Boomer nodded, as if already knowing what the pinch would do to her.
Just how much experience did the man have with women?
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
He sat up, keeping her on him, his co
ck still in her. The strength in him wasn’t lost on her. He captured her other nipple with his mouth and sucked. She felt herself hitting another zenith. She couldn’t take much more. She’d burst into flames. She was sure of it.
“Miles, no more! Stop.” She didn’t really want him to stop, but she was afraid of losing control and going full-on vampire on him.
He chuckled against her breasts, nibbling gently on them. He kept thrusting up into her. “Not yet, baby. Soon. But not yet.”
“I can’t,” she panted, falling against him.
He held her to him, controlling her movements on him. The man was that powerful. He pushed up into her again and again, seeming to never tire. Her eyelids felt heavy, her body spent as sleep threatened to take hold of her.
Laughing, Boomer tipped her head back lightly by tugging on her hair. He bit at her chin and then her lower lip. “Stay awake, baby. You can sleep when we’re done.”
“Am I dead?” she asked, half meaning it. The man was going to kill her with pleasure.
He laughed again, his body bringing more pleasure from her. He moved upward, going to his knees on the bed, holding her against him, her legs moving around his waist. He thrust into her more, making the entire bed shake and the headboard hit the wall repeatedly as he fucked her like that, as if she weighed nothing and he had all the time in the world.
Didn’t he feel the drain of it all? The completely sated feeling?
“Haven,” he said in her ear. “I can stop if you really want to sleep.”
“Gods, no,” she managed, unsure she really wanted the pleasure to end.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, pounding harder into her.
The urge to bite him returned tenfold and she whipped her face away from him. She closed her eyes tight, fighting to stay in control. She didn’t want to hurt him. Ironic since she’d originally thought she wanted him dead.
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