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
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
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
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
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,
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 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 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