The Vampire Haven
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Book 2: No Secrets Left
In 1915, an anxious, psychic human and a heartbroken vampire find forbidden love aboard a doomed ocean liner.
Sean Quillen lives a life in hiding: his family would definitely disapprove of Sean being psychic and/or attracted to men. So when Sean foresees catastrophe on the family’s oversea journey to Liverpool, he finds his only ally in the fight to save the ship is a very handsome man who’s not a man at all, but some sort of monster. Only Will’s not very monstrous. And also, Sean’s had a psychic vision of them, well—you know. The problem is, Sean’s never foreseen anything that didn’t end in disaster.
Will Hammond did not intend to be a vampire. But when he was mortally injured, his friends at the Haven saved his life the only way they could. Will’s grateful, but he’s got a family in England he misses terribly, and he doesn’t know how to tell them he’s not human anymore. Will’s on his way for one last visit when an irritating, stupidly attractive man who can see all Will’s secrets tells him the ship they’re on is about to sink. And oh yes, at some point in the future, they’re apparently going to have absolutely fantastic sex.
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Excerpt from Chapter 6
Fucking Sean Quillen was likely a mistake, and Will was ridiculously eager to make it. They walked slowly back to Will’s room, as if they had nothing more planned than a game of chess. Not that Will was planning to play any games of strategy with this man. But once the door was locked behind them—
It should have been more than kissing, that was the thing. It should have been clothes on the floor between the cramped bunks and trying to muffle noises. But Sean was nervous. Will could tell that without being psychic, and so Will kept it simple and just kissed him.
Even that, at first, was almost too much. Sean didn’t really know how to kiss back. So Will showed him, step by step. Closed mouths at first, then gently open. A hint of tongue across Sean’s lower lip, Will pushing forward to gather up the moan Sean made. And fuck, it was nice, licking into Sean’s mouth and feeling him tremble.
Of course, Sean did have one advantage, Will realized. Sean could read what Will wanted, and he’d even seen a vision of them fucking. It was disconcerting to be the experienced one who was still somehow out of his depth, the teacher with the too-perceptive pupil.
But it didn’t bother Will as much as he’d thought it would. What Sean could do was extraordinary, but maybe not as rare as people thought. Because as Will kissed this beautiful, complicated man, he himself had the very strong feeling that this was somehow right. In a way things had not been right in Will’s life for some time.
Sean pulled back slightly as Will came to that conclusion. Sean’s hands were still clutching Will’s arms, and the look he gave Will was confused. But Sean said nothing, just pressing back into Will’s arms to be kissed again.
When Will tugged on Sean’s lip with his teeth, Sean’s hips rocked into him, clumsy and a little off-center. Will didn’t correct him, it felt too good as it was. So many damned layers of clothing between them, but he could feel the heat of Sean’s body.
Will slid a hand into Sean’s pretty blond hair and held his face steady, deepening the kiss further so he could lick against Sean’s tongue, draw it into his mouth, and then suck on it.
Sean gasped and that was it. They kissed for what felt like hours, until Will’s lips were buzzing and numb and there was nothing left to teach the man. Will could feel his swollen cock in his trousers, aching for some contact with Sean’s skin, but he didn’t want to rush this. The future was coming up so quickly, the journey nearly over, the ship closer to its doom, and Will just wanted to pretend there was nothing in the world but kissing Sean.
Sean murmured something against Will’s mouth that sounded like I know, and then Sean’s hands were on Will’s waistcoat, fumbling with the buttons. “I know, but you need this,” Sean said. “You want—you want to be touched, let me touch you.”
The clothes hit the floor softly, piece by piece: hats, ties, shirts, waistcoats, heeled boots. Sean was beautiful when he was bare to his high-waisted trousers, and the moment Will thought it, Sean blushed. Those freckles tracked down his neck onto his chest and Will leaned forward to kiss them.
Sean was trying to say something, but Will licked over his nipple, his tongue rubbing the slight mound of it, and Sean gasped. Will liked that a great deal, so he kept at it, sucking and tugging with his teeth, until Sean suddenly pushed him away.
“Stop, stop, I’ll—” Sean breathed. “You—your mouth is—”
Will felt quite satisfied with himself. Sean was panting, his nipple puffy and swollen, and Will hadn’t even gotten to the other one yet. Will realized he was still touching Sean, a hand on his arm, because at that thought of Will’s, Sean closed his eyes and made a whimpering sound. Will let his thumb graze over the untouched nipple, and Sean leaned into it.
“You want to bite me,” Sean said. “Drink my blood.”
“I won’t,” Will promised. He opened his mouth to show blunt, human teeth, his fangs undescended.
It was probably wishful thinking that Will thought Sean looked a little disappointed. Sean laid a hand on Will’s bare shoulder. “Let me take you like you want. But you’ll have to guide me.”
“Out loud?”
Sean smiled. “Either way.”
Will drew him back into his arms and kissed him again. It was endearing, Sean trusting him, even while he trembled from nerves. Next time, Will promised himself, he’d teach Sean what it was like to be on his hands and knees while Will slid inside—
Sean stopped moving, and Will groaned. “Sorry, sorry. Forget it.” He knew it wasn’t the position Sean had balked at, but the next time. “Just be here with me now.”
“Yeah,” Sean said, and his hands went for Will’s trouser fastenings. The moment his fingers brushed Will’s cock, Will was suddenly present in the moment again. Sean grasped him lightly, sliding his fingers up and down the shaft. He wasn’t as tentative as Will expected, more—reverent.
“You’re going to be—fuck—wasted on a wife,” Will managed to say. Sean’s touch was sending shivers right through his shoulders.
Sean gave him a glare, but Will was too occupied to care.
“Can use my mouth,” Sean offered. “I won’t be any good at it.” He stopped moving his fingers just before Will was going to start thrusting into his hand.
“I’ll be sure to make fun of you,” Will said, gratified that Sean felt it for the joke it was, and even smiled at him. “Though I have a feeling you’ll get the hang of it.”
“You’re brave,” Sean told him, with a doubtful look, and sank to his knees.
“Wait, wait.” Will reached behind him and grabbed the pillow from his bed. “Kneel on this.”
Sean wasn’t touching Will at that moment, and he gave the pillow a dubious look. “It will get all dirty on the floor.”
“Sean, I’m about to get ineptly sucked off by a very handsome man. I don’t care about the pillow.”
“You’ll care when it’s time to go to bed tonight.”
“No, because I’ll be lying here fucking my fist to the thought of you, and glad I didn’t bruise your knees.”
Sean scoffed, but he took the pillow and knelt. His hands were gentle on Will’s hips, and as Sean touched him again, Will saw it clearly for the first time—the effect of the rush of thoughts that flooded Sean at the contact. Sean’s breath hitched, and his shoulders flinched. He looked like a man sticking his foot in a cold lake.
I’m sorry, Will thought, but Sean just smiled, busy with the buttons of Will’s trousers. He slid the rest of Will’s clothes down and pressed his forehead against Will’s bare stomach.
