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The Pack's Emissary Daddy Gets His Dom On
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen heard them coming up the stairs and as waiting by the open double doors into the playroom, braced in the doorframe, his bulk blocking entry. He was shirtless, barefoot, and his jeans were open at the fly. His hair had grown, Aislen thought, its ends now brushing his nipples, the piercings glinting through the strands.His smile was slow and smouldering as they approached, and Aislen felt a wave of desire burn through her. “Fuck me,” she fanned her face with her hand. “I’m not sure which one of us went the most weak-kneed to see you half naked and doing a door-lean like that, Daddy, but all three of us turned into hormonal cum-puddles.”Talen’s chuckle was rich. “You know the rules,” he said. “Undress at the door.”“You breaking the rules Daddy?” Rhett teased, even as he began to pull his top off over his head.“I’m making the rules, brat,” Talen corrected. “Safe words?”“R & G,” Aislen toed off her shoes. “What’s Heath up to?”“Oh,” Talen’s smirk turned
The Pack's Emissary New Beginnings
New BeginningsHavermouth, Present TimeTom tested the window, making sure it was locked before pulling across the curtains. “Not really a secure, safe place,” he said in disapproval. “With the weapons the Mer use they could be in the room in seconds before we get a chance to react.”“We’re far off the main roads,” Greg was patient as he folded his shirt and added it to the pile of clothing on the chair at the foot of the bed. “In the middle of farmland. The Mer focus on populated areas from what we can tell. They won’t waste their energy on a single farmhouse.”“Even if it’s right by the river?” Tom arched an eyebrow. “The only water source this far inland, and they’re Mer?”“Sleep with a gun on the nightstand if you must,” Sigrid ran the brush through her hair. “If it makes you feel safer.”“It’s not about me feeling safer,” Tom was insulted. “It’s about keeping you safe.”“My darling,” Sigrid started as she set the brush down.“I know, I know,” Tom said automatically, holding his h
The Pack's Emissary Spice Is Nice
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen watched as Talen led Cameron across the floor on his hands and knees, and then up onto the foot of the bed. “Sit there like a good puppy,” he commanded Cameron sternly.Cameron slid Aislen a look from the corner of his eye as he made himself comfortable on the bed. With Heath and Rhett, the play had always been focused on where their kinks overlapped, Heath’s need for control, Rhett’s cum play, and Cameron’s desire to be used and taken into sub-space. Although their equipment included collars and leashes, they’ve never ventured into puppy play.Cameron wasn’t sure he would like it. It seemed too corny being a werewolf, and a bit of a poor substitute to being in his wolf form. Why play at being a puppy, when you could transform into a wolf?“Good boy,” Talen praised him as he arranged pillows against the headboard. He set three dildos and three butt plugs on the mattress before standing back to admire his display, his eyes roaming over Heath, Rhett, and
The Pack's Emissary Destroy The World
Havermouth, Present Time“I know what you are thinking,” Connery said.Meguitte watched him in the mirror as he draped his jacket over the back of the armchair. She peeled the bracelets off her wrist and set them on the glossy polished surface of the dresser without taking her eyes from his reflection. He sat in the chair to remove his shoes and looked up at her when she didn’t reply.“I have… reservations,” she admitted in answer to his raised eyebrow. “It is… wrong to give the Mer Leighton. I know,” she said as his expression shifted. “I know. And I… I agree. He’s not been honest with us. He has not helped us as much as he could. His focus has been on his own goals. And he made a selfish choice – a racist choice in a way – in how he chose to pursue immortality for Verina…” She trailed off and pulled out her earrings to cover.“And?” Connery went still.“He made me uncomfortable in the aether,” she said reluctantly. “I believe you Connery, I do. He is not… I don’t know,” she sighed s
The Pack's Emissary Niarthen and Lyric Drop By
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron wasn’t surprised that when he snuck out of the house just before sunrise, his father was already sitting on the stairs down to the firepit, tying up his shoelaces.Jules looked over his shoulder as the boards beneath Cameron’s feet creaked with the movement and smiled. “Morning.”“Hi Dad,” Cameron was glad to see him. It somehow felt right that they’d do the morning together. “Did you sleep okay?”“Fantastic,” Jules stood and stretched before scratching his stomach. “Let’s do our chores, and then hurry back, hey? Might get everything done before anyone wakes up.”They walked to the shed together through the chill of pre-dawn morning, navigating the way with ease due to their night sight. The slide of the galvanized iron door on its runner was overloud and disturbed the birds in the trees who twittered complaints as they judged whether it was actually time to wake up or not.As they carried the hay bale by its twine over to the fence and threw it over to
The Pack's Emissary Stella Scries Aislen
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen was brushing her teeth when she felt the energy shift around her. Someone was scrying her. There was a slim chance that it was one of the local covens, but since she’d snuck off post winning back Havermouth from the Van Helsings, and then left for Rideten, the local covens were used to referring to Abigail or Sigrid for instruction, so she doubted it. With Bianca dead, that really only left one person. “Aislen my dear.”Yep. Nailed it, Aislen thought as she spat into the sink. Technically she didn’t have to talk out loud, so could have kept brushing her teeth, but having a mouthful of foam just wasn’t dignified and she felt like she needed some dignity to deal with this particular conversation. “Stella. I have heard you were back in Havermouth.”“And yet you have not come to see me?” Stella’s reply held a motherly reprimand. “I have been expecting you.”“I only got in myself yesterday. I needed some time to scrub up. Got caught on the edge of the Mer a
The Pack's Emissary Bridges
Havermouth, Present TimeNiarthen was keeping human time as there was no Mer party waiting on the bridge when they drove into town. There was nothing at all in fact - no people, no cars. It was like walking into an old Cowboy movie at noon when a shootdown was anticipated by the locals. Aislen would not have been surprised to see tumbleweed roll down the main street.The mental noise, however, let her know that the street and buildings weren’t as empty as they appeared. It did not take much, once she knew where to look for them, to spot the werewolf soldiers positioned in the crenelations of the rooftops and upper windows of the shops.As Aislen closed the car door behind her, a shadow dragged over the ground, and she looked up. Samuel’s outline was dramatic against the blue sky. There were no clouds in which for him to hide and so he did not try to, flying low so that the details of wings and tail, the ridges and spikes along his spine, could all be made out.His path took him beyond
The Pack's Emissary The Negotiation Table
Havermouth, Present Time“Father Isaiah,” Aislen repeated. “I met your protégé Sparrow.”“And I killed him,” Talen added with a dangerous grin that revealed his sharper teeth.“Ah,” Isaiah lifted his chin. “I had wondered how he died.” There was a glint in his eye. He had known that Sparrow was dead, or else his one-time apprentice would have come after him. It had been on his orders, after all, that Sparrow had been locked into a cage to die. Sparrow had been a monster and a failure. Isaiah had terminated an unsuccessful experiment.“Technically, Talen terminated the experiment,” Aislen corrected. “But, anyway, Niarthen, we should move inside,” she had an itchy feeling between her shoulders, and the mental image of dozens of scopes focusing on the group, fingers itchy on triggers. “There are snipers on the rooves, not,” she added hastily as the Mer shifted their weight warily. “Against you, but for your protection. The attacks have killed many people - family of those in this town. W
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Havermouth, Present TimeAislen was looking down at a chessboard. She was holding a little statuette of Verina in her hand. She shook as she set it down on her side of the board and looked up at the woman who sat across from her. This time, the handmaiden or goddess, whatever she was, wore gold. Not some cheap and tacky replica, or some misleading named yellow, but true gold.An elaborate metal headdress began on her forehead, framing her face and covering her hair, continuing from just below her chin to spread over her shoulders and down her chest. The dress was made of fine chain link that draped like material, clinging to her curvaceous body, before dripping away into the aether that crept around their feet. Her lips were painted gold, and so were her eyelids and eyebrows. Golden rings encircled her fingers, and her wrists and arms were heavy with bracelets and cuffs. The tips of her fingers were dipped in gold.She was magnificent and regal and there was a formality to the way tha
The Pack's Emissary Preparing for Leighton
Havermouth, Present TimeThe room stank. They could smell it the moment they started down the hallway. Old blood, rotten flesh, and rodents. Connery made a noise in the back of his throat and fished in his pockets producing a handkerchief and stuffing it full of herbs from a pouch. He held it out to Meguitte who smiled and shook her head ruefully. She had smelled this particular scent before, many times over the centuries, during plagues and in the dungeons where people were tortured and left to rot.“I guess it’s a good thing that no one has been here to clean up after Leighton, as the ward will be untouched,” Connery commented, his voice muffled by the handkerchief.Blow flies greeted them. The cages were empty, but no one had scrubbed the room, and there were buckets sticky with congealed blood, stains of it on the floors and walls, and other biological matter in the corners of the cages where the prisoners had relieved themselves. The room rustled with bugs as a result.“Hmm,” Meg
The Pack's Emissary Gera
Havermouth, Present Time“You’re doing great,” Heath was breathless. He and Rhett had run, dragging with them several screaming witches. They had been pursued, by Mer, by zombies, by the few Van Helsing soldiers who had survived, but they’d been able to put some distance between them with help from the dragons in the sky. It had been very weird to see the dragons sending bolts of lighting and fire to hold off pursuit. One of them had done something that had made the earth beneath Heath’s feet tremble with a clap of thunder that had his ears still ringing.The timing had been perfect. They’d headed towards Leighton’s warehouse, and just as he’d started to debate which warehouse was likely, the door of the Stock Feed and Animal Supplies warehouse had opened revealing Phillip Salem. When he’d entered and seen Aislen on her hands and knees in a clearing within the filthy warehouse, he had not known whether to be relieved or despairing. The warehouse was so precarious a place for his mate
The Pack's Emissary Birthing Suites
Havermouth, Present Time“Stella was anticipating that your mates would attack the ward,” Phillip commented mildly as he riffled through the cupboards. “I am curious to see what happened when she found Leighton instead of them. He did not seem happy.”“Leighton was there? Shit,” Aislen’s heart picked up pace. “We really don’t want him to find us, Phillip. We tried to turn him over to the Mer, but it failed. Verina died though, and Leighton’s pissed in a big way. He came to kill me.”“Possibly, or to steal the baby,” Phillip agreed indifferently inspecting a steak knife before returning it to the drawer. “I think you over value yourself, Aislen, and undervalue what you’re carrying.”“Gee, thanks. Hopefully, Stella took Leighton out,” Aislen added thoughtfully. “She was well set up there, with a massive coven behind her. However powerful Leighton is, I doubt he’s as powerful as them.”“That is true. But then, Stella will have discovered that you are not there, and will know that I betra
The Pack's Emissary The Spell Trap
Havermouth, Present Time“I’m fine, my darling, truly, cross my heart,” Connery pressed the heel of his hand to his chest earnestly. Meguitte narrowed her eyes at him with suspicion. He was still paler than normally, with shadows pressed deep into his under eyes.“Have a sandwich and a cup of tea,” the werewolf Diana insisted offering both from a tray. She was going around the lower floor exchanging food and drinks for blood, and Meguitte sent her a side-eye. “I won’t take his blood,” Diana added hastily. “I can see that he can’t spare it. Perhaps you could, though?”“Me?” Meguitte was astonished by the suggestion.“It won’t take more than ten minutes, and I’m very gentle, I promise.”“It’s not that,” Meguitte explained. “I’m just… not an ordinary vampire. I have none of their normal powers.”“All blood is good blood at the moment,” Diana had sensed surrender and was preparing the kit.Meguitte sat next to Connery and rolled up her sleeve.He smiled at her. “How generous you are my be
The Pack's Emissary The Fked Up, The Fkers, and the Fish
Havermouth, Present TimeRhett and Heath did not speak as they wound their way through the streets of Havermouth. There was little opportunity to talk, slinking through the shadows, down the little alleyways between houses, and cutting through back gardens, but there was also a heavy sense of silence between them so that Rhett knew that even if they had been able, they both would have been too lost in their thoughts. Or lost in their worries, would be more accurate.They had searched the area around the smoke thoroughly, even venturing into the still-burning buildings. There had been no sign of Aislen. And no response to their mental calls for their mate. An icy fist of dread had a tight grip on Rhett’s heart. Why was she not answering? She had to be unconscious or…They would know if she had died. He refused to believe otherwise.Had Leighton found her first? What would Leighton do if he had found Aislen? He still struggled to see Leighton as dangerous, whatever mental voodoo the man
The Pack's Emissary Sigrid and the Mer
Havermouth, Present TimeThere were some languages that were universal, Sigrid thought grimly as she examined the Mer weaponry and made sure that she was familiar with its function. She could tell from the way the Mer moved, from the set of their shoulders, that they were uneasy with the alliance between herself and Niarthen. Their tolerance was thin, and only their respect for Niarthen, and the other two Mer generals, Benethin and Aeylira, kept them obedient. The moment word was received from above that Havermouth was to be destroyed, her life was forfeit.“Do not fear,” Niarthen said quietly. “Aeylira, Benethin, Lyric, and I will ensure that you reach your mates. There is a building which has been declared sacred. Lyric thinks it’s the hospital. That is where your mates are, yes? You should be safe there.”“I am with child,” she told him. “Triplets. The life of four rests on your promise.”“I understand,” he was grim. “Lyric also carries our child.”“If the tide turns,” she regarded
The Pack's Emissary The Dragon’s Battle
Havermouth, Present TimeMagic was in its very nature an invisible thing. You did not see a spell cast, but rather the effects of the spell once it found its victim. Therefore, the warlock Leighton appeared to do very little other than stand with his hands pressed to the surface of the ward, the energy blowing back his hair and causing sweat to break out on his forehead, but Samuel could FEEL the power, and see the reaction of the ward, its opaque surface shifting like water, areas clearing so that the dragons caught brief glimpses of the witches below scurrying about like ants as they tried to reinforce their magic by scattering herbs and arcane objects, and drawing runes on the bitumen.Samuel’s memories of the gloves were still fragmented, but he could recall the power they had given him – not just increased speed, strength, and stamina, but also a magic that was unnatural to him. He could feel a similar magic burning through his veins towards his heart and brain, poisoning as it b
The Pack's Emissary Good Monsters
Havermouth, Present TimeIn the front yard of the witch’s house, Jules caught Harry’s hand, pulling them to a stop. “I should shift,” he explained as he released Harry’s hand and began to strip off his clothing. “We can fly over the trouble.”“Aren’t you the clever one, my beloved,” Harry reached out and began to collect Jules’s clothes as Jules undressed. Jules looked up from stripping off his jeans to find Harry’s eyes hot and his smirk smoldering, and laughed, pulled from the seriousness of the war around them into a moment of pure joy as they celebrated what existed between them.“Okay,” Jules blushed as he finished undressing. “A moment.”Harry stepped back onto the porch and Jules focused on his shift. It was still a foreign experience, one that his body and mind told him shouldn’t be possible despite his entire life as a werewolf. Becoming a werewolf was a redistribution of his body – what existed simply moved to a position more appropriate for the shape that he wished to posses
