Haven 1: Caution: Contents Under Pressure by Gabrielle Evans Page B

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.
    “Please, please, please,” Jory begged. His small hand fisted in Stavion’s hair and jerked his head down, urging his mouth to Jory’s throat. “I want this.”
    Stavion wanted it so much he ached with it, but he had to be sure.
    “You know this is forever.”
    “Do you want me?” Jory pulled back and looked into his eyes with challenge.
    “Always.” Stavion gave a hard thrust of his hips to punctuate his declaration.
    “Then prove it.”
    That wicked little smile on his lover’s face finally snapped him, and Stavion struck. His canines exploded through his gums just a heartbeat before he was sinking them through the supple skin on Jory’s neck.
    Stavion lingered for only a moment, groaning at the rich exotic flavor of the crimson bathing his tongue, before extracting his fangs and licking the wound closed.
    Lightning raced up his spine, his belly cramped, and his balls drew tight to his body, heralding his impending climax. Palming the back of Jory’s head, he lifted his mate closer as he tilted his head to the side to bare his throat. “Your turn, baby.” Jory didn’t hesitate. The minute his canines pushed through Stavion’s flesh, a blinding orgasm slammed into him, robbing the breath from his lungs and causing his world to blur around the edges.
    Stavion roared loudly, the sound coming straight from his soul as he pumped through his climax. Reams of heated semen erupted from his pulsating cock, filling Jory’s depths and claiming him further.
    The muffled groan that vibrated against his neck was the only warning Stavion had before Jory’s cock discharged, spraying his sticky release between them to paint their chests and abs. His inner walls convulsed in waves, clamping down around Stavion’s dick and wringing the last of his seed from him.
    Without pulling out of Jory’s ass, Stavion lifted the man into his arms and slumped back to his desk chair. They sat that way for a long time, sweaty and panting, just clinging to each other as they tried to tame their runaway pulses.
    “You’re the first thing I’ve ever had to call my own,” Jory whispered a while later. “Thank you.” Stavion couldn’t even choke out words through the lump in his throat. So, he settled for holding Jory