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The Pack's Dragon So Close
The Mouth, Present Time“Lyric!” Niarthen caught the steering wheel as the car drifted towards the side of the road, and Lyric jerked out of the doze that had blacked her out, her foot automatically applying the brake.“Shit!” She pulled over to the side of the road, her heart racing. The roads on this side of the river were completely empty. They had passed three cars since fleeing Jules and Harry’s farm the night before and the sun was setting on the horizon. Part of the reason for the lack of cars was the number of roads still impassible due to the flooded river. Their path had been weaving and had taken far longer than it should have, and Lyric was exhausted.“You are too tired, Lyric,” Niarthen stroked the hair back from her face. “We need to stop so that you can sleep.”“We’re so close,” Lyric protested. In truth, she had no idea where they were. They were just following Niarthen’s sense of the water and keeping the river to their right. They were both hungry and thirsty, having
The Pack's Dragon Perfect Plans
Rideten, Present TimeRhett caught Heath’s nipple in between his teeth causing his blonde mate to cry out in surprise at the pinch of his flesh between teeth and piercing, before bathing the area with his tongue soothingly.“Fuck. Don’t bite that off, Rhett,” Heath groaned.Between their stomach’s, Talen’s hand pumped over Heath’s cock, pushing the piecing through its tip along Rhett’s stomach with every stroke.“Rhett,” Talen purred, and Rhett looked up, meeting the vampire’s eyes over Heath’s shoulder. “Slide down. Tap my thigh if you wish for ease.”Rhett grinned, catching on, and as Talen lifted both himself and Heath onto their knees, slid down between them before stroking his hands up the back of Heath’s thighs, encouraging Heath forward onto the heels of his hands. Talen spread Heath’s knees wide with his own so that the tip of Heath’s cock painted Rhett’s lips with pre-cum.“Yum yum cum,” Rhett teased, flickering his tongue over the tip, collecting the pre-cum and teasing Heat
The Pack's Dragon Mate Marks
Rideten, Present TimeThe streetlights outside came on combatting the darkness that was seeping into the room despite the candles, and it was odd to see them in normal colors, rather than augmented by magic, Aislen thought as she let Talen draw her back from the bed. He pulled an armchair from where it had been tucked into a corner of the wall and poured her a glass of wine when he poured himself one.She took it hesitantly. “I’m not really supposed to,” she said. “It’s sort of rule number one of pregnancy – do not drink.”“I am aware,” he turned the wine bottle to reveal the label. “This wine has been de-alcoholised. It is a little sweet for my palate, however I thought that we could drink this together whilst the Triquetra mark each other.” He sat on the armchair and drew her down onto his lap.“This feels very pervy,” Rhett commented running his hands through his hair in a very nice display of tattooed bicep, Aislen thought with approval as she settled back against Talen’s chest wi
The Pack's Dragon Mice and Men
Rideten, Present Time“The best-laid plans of mice and men,” Heath sighed as he stepped back. “I would have expected that from Rhett rather than from you Cam.” He rolled his eyes to Aislen and Talen to share his resigned frustration and Aislen giggled. Talen’s chest shook as he chuckled, enjoying Cameron’s rebellion against Heath’s carefully laid plans as much as Aislen was.Cameron’s grin was unrepentant. “Well, I couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I now? Sometimes an alpha’s just got to do what an alpha has to do.”“Hey, puppy,” Rhett’s eyes were wicked as he wrapped his legs around Cameron’s waist and rolled to the side so that Cameron was under him. “Surprise. I Rhett Salem, of the Havermouth Les Guerriers Sanctifies, before Aislen, Talen and Heath, and the goddess, and whatever, take you, cheeky arse puppy, Cameron, as my mate. I swear that I am yours, heart, soul, and cock. Now be a good boy and let me bite you where it’s meant to be, or Heath will be pissed.”“To the left
The Pack's Dragon No More Bad Dreams
Rideten, Present Time“I have been concerned,” Talen trailed his fingers up the back of Aislen’s arm as he spoke, barely more than a rumbled murmur. If it wasn’t for the throb of the bites on her shoulder, she would have thought that she dreamed the words, she was so comfortable, her body lax in repletion. She knew that her mates wouldn’t let her fall asleep. There were two more bites to follow, after all, but in the momentary peace and quiet as they recovered themselves, cushioned as she was on his chest with the scent of the shower soap still clinging to his skin, her fingertips touching Cameron’s, she had been drifting into a doze.“How can you be concerned, right now?” Rhett drawled. Of course, it would be Rhett, she thought with a smile, and, in meeting Cameron’s eyes across Talen’s chest and his grin, knew that he shared the same thought. “My only concern is how fast I can get it back up for another round.”“Mine is how bad my shoulder is going to hurt with two more bites in it,
The Pack's Dragon Meguitte Makes Plans
Havermouth, Present Time As Connery saw the dragons settled into a vacant office at the hospital, Meguitte stood out in the flood-light lit parking lot and looked up at the night-dark sky. The tarmac with its neat lines dictating where cars should be parked was now empty of all but a few traces of the Van Helsing occupation. Here and there, a piece of fabric fluttered, caught in the landscaping that edged the carpark, and pieces of medical debris gathered in the gutters. Around the rear of the hospital, it was worse. This side had been where the Van Helsings had stored the dead, or abandoned those they could not be bothered helping to die slowly as their bodies ate them from the inside out. Around the other side, they had been experimenting on infected humans, on werewolves, and on zombies, and it was from there that they had been transporting those cases that they found interesting to other locations, like Haven Farm, in order to study them further. The people of Havermouth and th
The Pack's Dragon The Werewolf Camp
The Mouth, Present TimeThe walk along the riverbank required them to go in single file, and Niarthen took the lead. They followed the meandering paths that animals coming and going from the river to drink had left behind, circling the trees and thick clusters of scrub, and teetering along the lip of the bank. It was slow going, with Niarthen picking his way carefully in bare feet, and due to the way the tracks wove and sometimes disappeared, leaving them facing an apparently impassable clump of weed.At least the view was good, Lyric told herself. She could almost forget that she was hungry, thirsty, and exhausted by watching the flow of Niarthen’s hair as he walked, the clench of his tight arse within the bulky cargo pants, and the flex of his shoulders and biceps as he moved things out of the way for her.“Hmm,” Niarthen stopped suddenly.“What is it?” She had almost walked into him, her mind zoned out in order to push through her body’s fatigue.He frowned down at a clump of river
The Pack's Dragon Werewolf Island
The Mouth, Present TimeAs Lyric and Niarthen were walked through the camp, children peeked out of the tents and when given the nod by the adults, burst out to play.“It has been hard on the children,” the she-wolf with the amazing arse told them. She had informed them that there were fifty werewolves on the island, twelve bewildered cows, and fourteen very contented chickens.Tents were placed where-ever there was room between the trees, and the werewolves had felled several to make a clearing and had begun to build a log hut. There were little fires everywhere, and every single fire had water boiling in large pots over it. In between the trees, tarpaulin was strung to filter rain and dew collected onto its surface into buckets below. Water was a major pre-occupation of the camp, Lyric thought. And no wonder, seeing as they were surrounded by the danger of it.Before a mud-sprayed tent was a small fire circled by fold-out chairs. An impressively tall and muscled, bearded man with ove
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The Pack's Dragon Two Faced Fighting
Rideten, Present Time Aislen was jolted awake when Talen shot out of the bed to the door. She was nicely nuzzled into Heath and Talen had been a warm spot against her back, his sudden moving causing a draught that was quickly filled when Cameron rolled over and snuggled up. She could hear Talen’s voice through the open door, and the reply of other voices on the other side. Cameron’s hand cupped her breast and his cock nudged against her arse. He rocked his hips suggestively, still mostly asleep. Heath tensed. “Fuck.” “- leave in fifteen,” a woman spoke crisply and in a tone that said there would be no compromise. “Victor’s orders.” “No,” Aislen pressed her face into Heath’s ribs. “Nonononono.” “It’s retaliation,” he decided. “For last night.” “It’s mean,” she grumbled. “Cruel.” “No sex?” Cameron sat up. “That’s not fair.” “You had sex last night. Good sex too, from the holes you left in the covers,” Heath pointed out. “It was good sex,” Cameron was smug. He nudged Rhett. “Hey
The Pack's Dragon A Seed of Evil
Havermouth, Present Time Embroidering living human flesh was somewhat harder than Meguitte had anticipated, but the challenge was very absorbing. Midway through the first flower, she realized that she wanted the knots required every stitch to cluster at the center, so she snipped and undid what she had started, much to Bianca’s distress. Meguitte was tempted to stem the witch’s complaints by explaining that it was becoming obvious that the stitches were not causing enough pain to override the wards, and her choices had become doing greater, potentially maiming, harm, or being patient and hoping that a lot of small agony would eventually become enough. The second attempt turned out better, and by the time she had completed the third flower and created a stem to connect the three, she was quite proud of her efforts. The blood kept getting in the way of her design, however, and she paused a moment to suck her fingertips. “I do believe I understand Mercy’s aversion to magical blood,” s
The Pack's Dragon Changes Everything and Nothing
Rideten, Present Time The water was all but cold, but Talen had bathed in worse – recently, in fact, during the troubles in Havermouth. He scrubbed himself with a washcloth, rubbing away the sticky blood. A rhythmic thudding started against the wall behind him, causing him to pause and grin. It sounded like Cameron was putting some force into it, he thought amused and absently reached down to cup his cock, already hard at the thought. He turned off the water, deciding to join them. As he briskly dried himself, his phone began to ring from where he had set it on the vanity. Fatima’s number flashed onto the screen. He raised his eyebrows and answered it. “Fatima.” “Talen,” she was breathless and her voice tense. “They did it. They actually did it. Jules is alive.” Talen almost dropped the phone in surprise. “He is?” “Yes. He’s not quite… He’s very disorientated, but Harry’s looking after him. But he’s alive.” Talen braced his palm against the cold stone of the vanity, relief floodi
The Pack's Dragon Cameron’s Bliss
Rideten, Present Time Aislen grinned. “Is that right, Mr Wolf?” She purred stalking him over to the bed. “If I get it, I get to do whatever I like with it?” Cameron’s lips curled in a smirk. “No. But I will do something you like with it.” “Promises, promises,” she lunged for him, and he sidestepped so that she landed face-down on the mattress, before pinning her there with his body, his hands slowly drawing her hands up and holding them down to either side of her head whilst he nuzzled under the tangled sprawl of her wet curls to nibble along her shoulder and neck as her giggles gave way to soft moans as she closed her eyes and surrendered to his seduction. He nudged her legs apart and her knees onto the edge of the mattress, lifting her hips from the mattress so that he could rub his cock against her cunt in a slow, hot tease whilst his teeth pricked little bloodspots along her neck, his tongue soothing away the little sting each time as it captured the droplets. She could feel t
The Pack's Dragon Your Harry
Havermouth, Present Time Tears streamed down Harry‘s face as they rose to their feet. They ran their hands over the lush hide of the weredragon. It was precisely the colour of Jules’ hair. Harry draped their body over the dragon’s chest, pressing their ear to the hide, celebrating the steady beat and rise and fall of the ribs. Alive. Gloriously alive. And they could feel the tie of their mate bond twining them together. With their eyes closed, Jules was a glow within the darkness. “Oh Jules, Jules, Jules…” They wept the words, stroking and luxuriating in the living creature that surrounded them with its bulk. It did not matter in the slightest that this Jules was not as Jules had been before… Harry’s most fervent wish had been granted and they had their mate back. “I knew it,” they whispered pressing kisses into the fur as they moved along the length of the dragon towards its head. “I knew that you were not gone.” They stroked over the dragon’s snout and pressed a kiss between his n
The Pack's Dragon The Furred Dragon
Havermouth, Present TimeHarry did not know how long they had been tending to Jules in the small cold room. Time had lost any meaning as the room had no natural light. They fed when Fatima brought them blood, or one of the ancients descended the stairs in order to donate. And then they would patiently drip blood into Jules’ slack mouth, watching for a sign that he had swallowed, before unbandaging the ruin of Jules’ hand, examining the wound for signs of healing before coating it again with blood and carefully, tenderly re-wrapping it.Jules was not dead. They were certain of it. Although he did not breathe, did not swallow, and his heart did not beat, Harry was certain that they sensed a spark of life within him, that they would know if the body that they held was nothing but flesh.They had, after all, handled many dead bodies in their long, long life.And the hand wound... It looked better. They could not precisely say how it was so - it was still a mess of bone and meat, and the b
The Pack's Dragon Alpha Cameron
Rideten, Present Time“Oh gawd, so good,” Aislen moaned as she squeezed in between Rhett and Cameron. “I so need to get this blood off my skin. It’s beginning to itch. Tsk, look at you two,” she added taking the washcloth from Rhett’s hand and tugging him down so that she could scrub the blood from his face. “You even have some in your ears. How do you get blood in your ears?”“Beats me,” Rhett’s hands gripped her hips, and his thumbs stroked her skin suggestively. “I have some blood lower down,” he smoldered. “Cameron was just offering to lick it off for me when you came in and gave us a better idea.”“Oh?” Aislen knew precisely what they had in their dirty, dirty minds - basically the same plan with slight variations between the two men. But she wasn’t going to make it easy on them. “Come here,” she scrubbed at Cameron’s face with the cloth. “Good enough,” she decided and handed it to him. “Do me whilst I rinse my hair out.”“Do you, or do you?” Cameron teased as he and Rhett shifte
The Pack's Dragon Dragon Fire
Rideten, Present TimeSamuel’s wing sails caught the air with a whoomp. The guard heard it, looking up in astonishment a moment before Samuel seized him. In the old days, Samuel thought ruefully as he carried the struggling man up into the air again, he would have just let the man go and let gravity take care of the rest. However stealth was required in the current situation and now that he had the man, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with him, other than sate his thirst.It had to be something that wouldn’t be noticed immediately, Samuel concluded as he sank his teeth into the struggling guard’s neck. Whatever he did with him needed to have a visual impact, as the Emissary had been clear that part of the reason for the attack was psychological - to show the enemy that they weren’t even safe in their own headquarters.He saw a flash from the corner of his eye as Ember spread her wings, slowing her descent as she targeted another guard - but only slowing enough to prevent her from i
The Pack's Dragon Hotel Bunker
Rideten, Present Time“And here I thought you’d achieved the most outrageously jaw-dropping appearance the last time you walked into my bunker Mr Gale,” Victor observed dryly as he closed the meeting room door behind them. “Look at you,” he added gesturing at the three of them.Heath slid a look at each of his mates. Talen raised his eyebrows. Of them all, their vampire hybrid mate had escaped the massacre with only a few blood splatters in his beard. Seeing Heath’s look, he raised his hands to show that they were as bloody as Heath’s own, which made Heath feel better. He scratched at his jaw feeling blood flake away under his nail.“This is what war looks like,” Aislen replied snidely. “Something you might find unfamiliar from a bunker, Victor, but true nonetheless.”Victor shook his head as he crossed to a cupboard and pulled out a decanter. “Whiskey?” He offered them.“I will,” Talen said.“Not us,” Heath declined regretfully. Whiskey would have gone down well after the night in th
