Haven 1: Caution: Contents Under Pressure (10 page)

“Jory Lahman, you listen to me.” Stavion gripped his mate’s hips and held him perfectly still as he spoke. “No matter how pissed off I am, I would never—ever—hurt you. It’s my job to protect you, and I take that very seriously. You will always be completely and one-hundred percent safe with me.”

By the time he finished speaking, Jory had the most beautiful smile on his angelic face. “I’m starting to see that.” Then he dropped his head, peeking up through his eyelashes at Stavion shyly as he blushed a very becoming pink. “I did come here to seduce you.”

Stavion was thrilled. “Well, mission accomplished, baby.”

Shaking his head, Jory held a hand up, palm out, and took a deep breath. “Kendall and Cassius said that I need to find my comfort zone so that we don’t have any freak-outs or accidents. I think they’re right.”

Stavion thought it over for a minute and dipped his head. “I think that’s a very good idea. Have you decided on those boundaries?” As much as he wanted to do
everything
to his mate, it was more important that Jory enjoy their time together.

“No.” Jory’s face flushed further, and he fidgeted a little. “I don’t know what I like, don’t like, or what is definitely off-limits. I was hoping maybe we could figure it out together.”

Oh, Stavion liked that idea even more. “I will go as slow as you need me to, Jory. If you get nervous or want to stop, all you have to do is say the word. You are the most important thing to me. You can trust me.”

Jory stared at him mutely for a long time, and then, very slowly, he reached up and cupped the side of Stavion’s face. A soft, sweet smile pulled at his lips, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I know.”

Jory was so overwhelmed by emotions that he barely got the words out. He could practically feel the anger rolling off of Stavion when the man had first spoken to him. Stavion’s following gentleness had surprised and confused him.

He felt the conviction of Stavion’s words like a physical force.

The man might be big and powerful, but he’d never lift a finger to Jory in an aggressive manner. Jory would always be safe with Stavion.

“So, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, I guess we could start with a kiss. I know I like that.” Jory pushed Stavion back in his chair, bold as he’d never been before, and slithered right up into his lap. “Then I guess we go from there.” The growl that rumbled in Stavion’s chest made Jory shiver. For once in his life, however, it was from desire rather than fear. The sound was sexy, possessive, and set his body on fire. Winding his arms around his mate’s neck, Jory licked a slow path up Stavion’s throat and scraped his teeth over the vampire’s jaw.

Stavion responded by fisting a hand in Jory’s hair and crushing their mouths together, completely taking control and dominating the kiss. His tongue plunged between Jory’s parted lips and explored every crevice, even the back of his teeth. Jory tried to keep up, but in the end, he gave up and just let Stavion take care of everything.

The bigger man was everywhere, and everywhere in a big, damn hurry. His hands touched, caressed, and mapped out every inch of Jory’s body. He pinched and tugged at Jory’s nipples, kneaded the muscled globes of his ass, and traced the lines of Jory’s face with his fingertips. He licked and nipped at Jory’s lips and swirled their tongues together.

Jory couldn’t breathe, but he really didn’t care. Stavion’s attentions were primal, assertive, and demanding. He never wanted it to stop. Just when his head started to spin, and he felt sure he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, Stavion jerked away from his mouth and rested their foreheads together. Clinging to his soon-to-be lover—and it would be
very
soon if Jory had a say in the matter—he panted and squirmed, begging without words for Stavion to continue.

“Okay so far?”

“Yes.” The word came out more of a desperate moan, but once again, Jory didn’t give a damn. “Touch me. Please, touch me.”

“How about this?” Stavion trailed his lips along the side of Jory’s throat as his hands resumed their roaming. “Is this okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Jory dropped his head back on his shoulders and groaned. “More.”

“And this?” his mate teased, brushing the pads of his thumbs over Jory’s erect nipples. “Are you still doing okay?” The man was torturing him, but it was such a delicious torture.

Though he burned for the man in his arms, Jory liked this playful side of Stavion. “Keep going,” he urged.

One of Stavion’s hands disappeared, and there were several muffled thumps as the contents of his desk went sailing to the carpeted floor. Then those massive hands gripped his waist and lifted him up to the desktop. Jory hissed in air through his teeth when his heated flesh met the cool wood.

Stavion’s eyes raked over him, the amber color darkening to a golden brown. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out and skimmed his knuckles along the underside of Jory’s hard, pulsing cock. “Do you like this?” he whispered.

Jory squeezed his eyes closed and bobbed his head. If he opened his mouth to answer, he’d probably beg the man to fuck him right there on the desk.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.” Stavion wrapped his fingers around Jory’s thick length and squeezed gently. “Do you like this?”

“Yes!” Jory shouted, holding on to the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip.

Stavion chuckled wickedly. “Then you’re going to love this.” Stavion’s lips wrapped around the crown of Jory’s cock, and his slippery tongue swirled over the tip before he dove further down, engulfing Jory to the root.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus!”

Stavion chuckled again, sending vibrations chasing each other down Jory’s shaft and causing liquid heat to pool in his balls. Jory wasn’t exactly sure what happened after that. All he knew was that the suction around his cock increased, Stavion’s throat muscles seemed to be massaging the crown, and he couldn’t pull enough air into his lungs.

His orgasm slammed into him, ripping through him like billowing fires of an explosion. A million tiny lightning strikes ricocheted through his body, making his muscles twitch and his frame vibrate from the intensity.

A long, low groan spilled from his lips as reams of creamy seed erupted from his slit and filled Stavion’s mouth. When the last of the cum emptied from his balls, he fell back to the desk, limp and sated with a silly grin on his face.

Stavion licked him clean then popped off of his still half-hard dick with a satisfied smile. “And that, baby? Did you like that?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jory slurred, his head lolling from side to side on the shiny wood of the desk. “I don’t think we’ve crossed any boundaries yet.”

“Yet? Does that mean you want more?” Jory levered himself up in his elbows and met Stavion’s eyes before letting his gaze drop to the impressive bulge behind his mate’s zipper. Licking at his suddenly dry lips, he sat up straight. “I definitely want more, and it looks like I’m not the only one.” His hands trembled slightly when he reached for the vampire’s waistband.

“Tell me what to do.”

Stavion’s hand covered his and stilled his fumbling movements.

“No.”

The sting of rejection lasted only a second. Stavion wanted him.

The heat in his eyes, the flaring of his nostrils, and the hard erection confined inside his pants was all the proof Jory needed. “Why not?”

Stavion groaned and rubbed the heel of his hand over the hard ridge at his fly. “I don’t know if I can be slow and gentle right now, and I’m not sure you’re ready for this.”

Jory smiled, but on the inside, he was rolling his eyes. “I won’t break, Stavion.”

His mate chuckled, but he looked less than convinced. “We’ll have all the time in the world, baby.”

“Didn’t you just say that you were going to let me be in charge?”

“Yes, but—”

“And didn’t you say that we could go as fast or slow as I wanted?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

Jory traced his finger along the strong line of Stavion’s jaw. “You want me.”

“Yes.”

“And I want you—probably more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”

“Jory…”

“You know what one of my favorite things about you is?” Stavion shook his head, looking happy with the change of subject.

“What would that be, Jory?”

“That you never treat me like some stupid kid, even though I’m only nineteen. You always listen to me and respect what I have to say.”

“You
are
very young, Jory, but you’re not stupid. No one could live through what you have and still be a kid, either.”

Jory smiled and bent to press his lips to Stavion’s. “Thank you.” He brushed their lips together again. “I have never trusted anyone like I trust you, not even Kendall. Now, I’m asking
you
to trust
me
to know what I want.” Then he crushed their mouths together, not giving Stavion a chance to argue with him.

He knew what he wanted, and he was determined to get it by any means necessary.

* * * *

Though Stavion’s brain still rebelled, his body apparently had a mind of its own and no qualms about what was happening. His hands roamed Jory’s body, his tongue pillaged the sweet depths of his mate’s mouth, and his cock swelled to the point of pain—all without his consent.

The sweet, throaty moans slipping past Jory’s lips spurred him on until the line between what he wanted and what he felt to be right blurred then faded away altogether.

Lost in the delicious taste and heavenly scent of his mate, Stavion didn’t immediately realize that his weren’t the only hands that were roaming. Jory was sneaky, not to mention quick, and had his jeans undone and Stavion’s cock out before he could even think to form a protest. When those soft, slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing length and gave him a nice, long stroke, he knew he was done for.

“You need to get me ready,” Jory mumbled against the sensitive skin of his throat.

“Okay.” Stavion’s brain shut down, and his body took complete control, moving on instinct as he pulled out the desk drawer beside him and extracted a small bottle of lube.

“You keep lube in your office?” There was surprise, and maybe a little amusement in Jory’s voice.

Stavion didn’t even have enough operating brain cells left to be embarrassed. “I find myself thinking about you a lot lately,” he explained distractedly. “I can’t always get away from my office.”

“Oh, I like that,” Jory purred. Leaning back on the desk, he propped himself up on his elbows and smirked. Then his feet came up to rest beside his pert ass on the desktop, opening him to Stavion’s hungry gaze.

When Jory spread his knees wide, his cheeks parting to reveal his fluttering pink entrance, Stavion whimpered pathetically. How was he supposed to be strong against such blatant invitation? How could he turn away from a sight so beautiful? “You’re going to kill me.”

“Stavion, I need you to stop thinking now.” There was hesitancy in Jory’s voice that had Stavion’s eyes snapping up to meet his mate’s.

Jory might be acting all bold and slutty, but that was all it was—an act. The uncertainty in his eyes, the quiet quivering of his body, even the way he chewed on his lower lip, told Stavion that his little man was just as nervous as he was. It was time for Stavion to man up and take control of the situation.

“I won’t let you fall,” he promised quietly as he slicked his fingers. “Just tell me if it’s too much, and we’ll stop any time, no questions asked.”

After sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Jory nodded. “I’m ready for this.”

Tenderly, with more care than he’d ever shown to a lover, Stavion caressed the tight pucker, ringing the muscles and coaxing them to relax for him. Watching Jory’s eyes for any signs of discomfort or distress, he inserted the tip of one finger, slowly easing it into his mate’s heated passage.

Jory’s skin flushed beautifully, a soft pink tinge peeking out from under the glistening sheen of sweat that coated him. His head dropped back to the table, his fingers dug into the back of his thighs, and his muscles jumped and flexed. His blond curls floated around his face like a halo, his nipples stood erect, and the hard cock between his legs jerked with each lazy glide of Stavion’s finger.

Stavion’s own cock pulsed and wept, his skin tingled, and his heart raced frantically inside his chest. Grabbing his own desire by the throat and body slamming it to the back burner, he focused on Jory and bringing him as much pleasure as possible.

When the clenching sphincter began to loosen, yielding its grasp on Stavion’s finger, he carefully inserted a second. Jory whimpered and mewled, tossing his head back and forth against the gleaming mahogany of the desk. “Please, Stavion!”

“You’re not ready yet, sweetheart.” Stavion’s body began to vibrate with the effort he exerted to hold himself back. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt or frighten his lover, though.

By the time he had three fingers pumping into Jory’s snug hole, his little mate was making the most delectable sounds. With a bit of coordination, Stavion managed to grab the lube and slick his aching cock with one hand. Once he had the turgid flesh coated from root to crown, he eased his fingers from Jory’s twitching channel.

Leaning forward to cover Jory’s body, he urged his lover’s legs around his waist as he slid one hand beneath Jory’s slim body and the other came up to caress his face. The tip of his cock nudged against Jory’s opening, finding its way without any guidance from Stavion.

“Are you ready, baby?”

Jory’s eyelids fluttered open, and a serene smile danced over his lips. “Make me yours.”

“You were always mine.” Then Stavion pushed inside, inching forward and sheathing his dick in the tight heat of Jory’s body.

The connection was instant, the pleasure overwhelming, and loud, feral growls erupted from his heaving chest. Nothing he’d ever faced had prepared him for the feelings that exploded inside him at finally being joined with his mate.

Unfortunately, they all seemed to have a direct line to his cock.

“This isn’t going to last long,” he said by way of apology.

“Almost there now,” Jory agreed. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Sweet heavens, that was an understatement. Stavion didn’t even have words for what he was feeling. His thrusts began erratically, jerky, and off rhythm. It never got any better, either. Jory seemed to be right there with him, though, writhing and moaning, his head thrashing from side to side against the desktop.