Page 13 of Making Haven (Haven #1)

Devin

“Bite me.”

My stomach is leaping up to my throat, threatening to choke me as I place my wrist against Lawrence’s mouth. We’ve come so far since we first met. Back then, I’d rather toss myself off a cliff than let a vampire bite me voluntarily, yet here I am, actively asking him to bite me.

I’m scared. But there’s also a flutter of excitement inside of me. What will it feel like? How will this change our dynamic?

I hold my breath, waiting. Lawrence’s eyes are glued to my face, watching for something.

I have no idea if he sees it but his mouth moves under my wrist. I’m expecting to feel the piercing pain of his fangs, but instead, his lips pucker as he kisses my wrist instead.

The soft gesture only solidifies my desire to help him, to give him this one thing to help him heal, help him get his strength back.

I trust him.

That might be the most terrifying thing about this entire thing. I trust him. I’m willing to put myself out there, to be vulnerable, hoping against all hope that he won’t fuck me over with that trust. I’ve had bad experiences with people before, but Lawrence is different.

With his eyes still locked with mine, Lawrence whispers, “are you sure, Devin?”

“Absolutely not,” I say, letting myself give Lawrence the tiniest smile.

It feels weird, like my cheeks are pulling too tightly against my skin.

It’s been so long since I allowed myself to smile freely.

“But I want you to do it anyway.” I swallow around the lump in my throat, trying my best to keep my words steady despite the way my heart is racing. “I trust you.”

Lawrence’s eyes widen before they fall closed.

I can feel the way he exhales through his nose, his breath tickling against the skin of my hand.

“Okay,” he whispers against my skin. “Just so you know, this won’t change you.

The process is more complicated and involves you having my blood and the two of us being reborn. This is just a feeding.”

My heart seems to leap within my chest at that, knowing what’s about to happen. My brain spins with this new information but I file it away to think about later. Right now, I want to be in this moment, experiencing this with Lawrence.

I suck in a sharp breath. Lawrence smiles and I spot his fangs.

They’re just as sharp as ever, but this time when I see them, my stomach doesn’t spike with fear, instead I’m flooded with adrenaline and anticipation.

I can’t seem to pull my eyes away as he opens his mouth and lays those sharp teeth against the sensitive skin of my wrist.

I bite my bottom lip, keeping a noise from passing them as Lawrence bites down.

Fire surges through my veins and I can’t be sure if it’s just me or if there’s something infectious about him biting me.

It hurts. He’s literally biting me, but past the pain, there’s something else, something warming in the pit of my stomach like drinking a shot of liquor.

Lawrence whimpers as he takes a long suck from my wrist, doing his best to keep the blood from his bite in his mouth rather than dripping down onto the ground. I can appreciate a vampire who wastes not.

He takes another drag, closing his eyes in bliss. The color comes back to his cheeks and he’s holding himself up stronger. I look down and see that his ankle is completely healed. I barely have time to marvel at his healing properties before Lawrence is shifting and my eyes dart back to his mouth.

I hear something ripping before he’s pulling his mouth away and replacing it with a piece of his shirt, stopping the bleeding.

If I ever doubted his self-control, those worries are completely washed away.

He didn’t take too much. He didn’t bleed me dry.

He took only what he needed before pulling away.

Goddamnit. I think I’m in love with this asshole.

“Fuck,” Lawrence says and it comes out as more of a whimper than he probably meant it to be. He uses his thumb to dab at the sides of his mouth, tucking any last drops of blood into his mouth, then licking his thumb clean.

That shouldn’t be as hot as my body apparently finds it. My cock grows stiff despite having less blood than before. Not only am I turned on beyond belief, but I feel so much closer to Lawrence now that we’ve shared this, now that I’ve fed him.

Lawrence gives me a soft smile, his cheeks turning a beautiful pink color. I startle as I realize holy fuck, he’s blushing because of my blood in my system. If the blood I’ve just given him can make him blush, does that mean he could grow hard as well? Could my blood give him a boner?

I don’t think I’ve ever needed to know something as desperately as I need the answer to that question.

“Thank you,” Lawrence starts to say but I cut him off, leaping forward and pushing my mouth against his. I sweep my tongue between his lips, ignoring the way I can taste the metallicness of my own blood. Somehow, that only sparks the fire inside of me more.

Is it fucked up that I’m finding this so fucking hot?

Lawrence’s arms come around me, tugging me forward until I’m straddling his waist. I don’t know what’s come over me, only that I can’t seem to get enough of him.

I need him in a way I’ve never needed anyone before.

I push my hips against his own, groaning against his mouth when I feel a matching hardness in his pants.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as I pull back, our lips just barely touching. “Fuck, Lawrence. I need you inside me. Please.”

Lawrence wraps his arms around me and stands up so quickly it makes my head spin. With me holding onto his front, he quickly grabs our things before taking off running towards our home, because yes, it’s our home. It’s mine just as much as it’s his.

I tuck my face against him, feeling the air rush past us as we move. My stomach swoops and I close my eyes, doing my best to cling to Lawrence as he runs. I will never get used to this sensation, never get used to the man I’ve fallen for being more than human.

With my face tucked against his throat, I don’t hold myself back, peppering the skin I can reach with my mouth. I lick and nip, smiling when his hands tighten around me and a growl fills his throat, rumbling between us.

When his steps slow, I finally open my eyes, realizing we’re back in our little cul-du-sac. “Mine or yours?”

“Mine,” I breathe out, “I still have the lube beside the bed.”

Lawrence chuckles as he takes me into my house, making sure the door is closed behind us. He kicks off his shoes and I do the same, the sound of them falling to the ground loud in the otherwise silent room. Even Her Majesty has made herself scarce.

Once inside, Lawrence doesn’t waste another moment.

He’s on me like a moth drawn to a flame.

His mouth is everywhere, kissing my throat and my cheeks and my mouth before going back to my throat.

His hands are squeezing my ass as he moves us deeper into my home towards where I keep my bed.

I’m already overwhelmed and we’ve only just started.

“Fuck, Lawrence.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, nipping at my chin. “That’s the plan. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you until you stop doubting how I feel about you. I’m gonna fuck you until you know you’re mine.” His words are punctuated with a possessive growl.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Somehow I’ve gone from needing space and needing to remember I can live without Lawrence to getting turned on by his possessiveness? Tomorrow I’ll sit down and think about my feelings about all of this. Right now I plan on getting dicked down so hard I’ll feel it in the morning.

Introspection will have to wait.

Lawrence tosses me onto my bed. I scramble backwards, leaning up on my elbows to watch him. He stares back, his eyes greedily taking me in. Fuck, why does that look have me wanting to flip onto my hands and knees and beg for it? What’s come over me?

“I’m desperate for you,” Lawrence admits, his voice soft, like he’s whispering a secret or confessing a sin.

He has nothing to confess because I feel exactly the same way.

I want him in a way I’ve never wanted before.

“The blood coursing through me is making me feel more animalistic than usual. I feel like I can’t hold myself back, Devin. ”

“Then don’t,” I say quickly. I open my arms for him, wanting him to devour me. I want him, all of him. “I want you. Now get your ass in this bed and fuck me.”

Lawrence’s face lights with a smile that steals my breath.

He’s always been beautiful, but now that I’m allowing myself to accept my feelings, I appreciate him even more.

His skin, that’s usually so pale, has a pinkness to it.

His eyes are bright, his smile achingly sincere.

It takes everything to not break apart in this moment.

I can’t break, not when I finally have this, now that I have a reason to keep on living.

I start tugging my clothes off, the burning need inside of his belly growing even hotter. I need to feel his skin against my own. I need to feel him inside of me. I need him now.

Thank Christ for vampire speed. It’s only a matter of seconds before Lawrence is completely naked and crawling onto the bed with me. His hands skim over my thighs before helping me out of my pants and boxers. Once we’re both naked, he lays against me.

I suck in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the feel of him against me. His skin is usually so cold but tonight it’s not. It’s colder than my own, but not by so much that it leaves my skin pebbled with goosebumps.

“I need you.”

“I’m right here,” Lawrence says, his eyes meeting my own. “I need you too, Devin. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone before. I want you by my side for as long as you’ll stay.”

My hand seems to move with its own mind, coming to meet Lawrence’s cheek. “Then I’ll stay. I want to stay. This is my home now.”