Rideten, Present TimeThe house was exactly as Talen had advertised it. Modest, neutral, and functionally modern. On the ground floor, there was a laundry room, a sleek galley-style kitchen, a dining room, a lounge, and a small powder room. Up the stairs, there were three bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms.“Now we’re talking,” Rhett declared as he discovered the master bedroom. Over his shoulder, Aislen saw that the bed was a massive, steel-framed construction very similar to that Talen had installed in her bedroom. “The puppy is going to go weak at the knees,” he threw himself back onto the bed and patted the mattress beside him so that Aislen joined him.For a moment they lay, looking up at the rails and fixing points over head.“Who do you think he fucked here?” Rhett wondered.Aislen turned her head to look at him. “What do you mean?”“I mean, a man doesn’t install a kinky bed into his safe houses unless he uses it regularly. Who do you think he was fucking before us?” Rhett w
Rideten, Present Time“No.” Heath stared at Talen open mouthed. “No.”“I’m very sorry Heath,” Talen put his hand on his shoulder. “But I am sure that you understand that we cannot let Cameron know until after Trayrock. And how the werewolf ceremony is especially important now. We need to tie our family together in order to provide Cameron with a solid support when the grief hits.”“Fuck,” Heath’s knees sagged, and he braced a palm on the kitchen bench.“Heath…” Talen caught his elbow and guided him onto one of the bench seats. “I’m very sorry. This is a shock, I know.”“Jules was…” Heath was numb with shock. “He was the one good father we had between the three of us. In a way…” He fought for the words. “In a way he was the proof.”“The proof?” Talen sat next to him and placed his hand on Heath’s back, rubbing up and down soothingly.“That we could be good parents,” Heath explained hoarsely. “I mean… Cameron at least had a decent upbringing. His parents loved him. Catherine was just… s
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