Astreau, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeThey stayed out from the Alden coast, trying to avoid contact with the humans of that country, although there were a few days where, on the horizon, an Alden ship seemed to contemplate whether to pursue or let them be, when the rolling sand-dunes gave way to lush forest the ship let them sail beyond visual contact.As they sailed past the gorgeous greenery and pretty fishing villages with the sleekly attractive people watching from the sand, Thaelen contemplated the possibility of taking them again. With a period of quarantine, vampire blood, and care, it might be possible, he thought.“They settled well into Concordia,” Meguitte commented, guessing the direction of his thoughts. “We could take more, with caution. If we keep them isolated, treat them with blood, before taking them to shore, as we plan to do with anyone else that we take…”“It is a thought,” he agreed. “However, we have suffered so many losses, I find myself reluctant to tak
Astreau, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeThe inn was able to provide two adjoining rooms, sharing a parlour between them in which it was suggested that an important merchant such as himself could entertain other merchants and conduct business. Thaelen sent the soldiers back to bring their blood slaves and clothing from the ship, along with one of the chests of trinkets from Concordia that Sigrid and Alyra had arranged for trading, whilst the inn brought tin hip baths to set before the fires in the bedchambers and filled them with steaming water.Thaelen and Meguitte left the doors between the chambers open, anticipating the arrival of their blood slaves and clothing, and because Thaelen did not trust that Meguitte would be safe whilst he bathed without their soldiers to guard her.“Oh, my legs think that we’re still on board the ship!” Meguitte’s giggle echoed through the parlour to where Thaelen undressed in his chamber. “I am always so slow to adjust from land to ship and ship t
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeAislen leaned her hip against the table and set a folder down in front of Heath, leaning over to flick it open. He looked up at her and wondered if she knew that he could see straight down her top and she wasn’t wearing a bra. He met Talen’s gaze across the table and saw that the vampire’s eyes danced with suppressed laughter, his lips fighting the curve.Heath smothered his smile, knowing that he’d been busted looking and gave a slight, rueful, shrug.Aislen’s attention was on the folder, and the paperwork within it. “So, my father fancied himself a bit of a PI, I guess,” she explained. “He and Chris Arrens were part of a group of parents who have noticed that werewolves are f-king their way through their daughters with reckless disregard for the girls involved. Here’s a list. The girls, the boys, and…”“F-k,” Heath turned his attention to the paperwork. There was a spreadsheet, each column neatly titled and each row containing a girl’s name, her parent’s
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“Why Heath?” Aislen’s wine glass chimed with the force of its impact on the Formica table as she steeled herself for battle. “Why do they think they have the right to behave in a way that these secrets should be kept? Your pack thinks they are above humans. More than humans. You’re happy to live amongst us, to use us to disguise your supernatural natures, you f-k us, sit next to us in school and in church, let us repair your cars, serve your food… But underneath your pretty smiles and friendly ways, you think you’re more than us, better than us.”“Well, that’s not going to fly anymore,” she braced her hand on the tabletop, leaning over towards him angrily. Talen reached out and moved her wine glass subtly away but did not otherwise interfere.“The cracks are there and it’s bigger than me and my father. These girls’ parents,” she stabbed the folder with her finger, “they know that something is going on. They might not know that the local werewolf pack has g
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeTyler, Heath assumed. Heath wasn’t sure what he had expected from a vampire’s blood slave, but the tall, gangly man in a band-t-shirt and jeans, somehow fit. Tyler’s eyes were shadowed, his hair was overgrown, there was a week’s growth of stubble on his jaw, and his clothes were wrinkled as if he’d slept in them but there wasn’t a sense of distress to accompany the dishevel, rather the opposite, as if they’d caught Tyler on a lazy weekend at home in front of the TV.He stepped inside and put the carton of beer that he held against his hip down on the kitchen bench. “I’m Tyler. Talen’s just bringing in the wine.” Around his neck, just showing above the collar of his tshirt, he wore a leather collar lazer-cut with the same design that Aislen’s necklace had woven between the glinting diamonds – a statement of Talen’s ownership, but one that had been done in just such a way that it fit Tyler’s overall aesthetic perfectly and would never make anyone wonder why
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeMorgana stuffed her clothing into the cupboard and toed the suitcase under the bed whilst Talen stripped the sheets and remade it. She was flustered, her movements jerky and brutal. Hiding her fear behind anger, he thought. From the kitchen he could hear a sudden burst of laughter from the Triquetra’s voices as they cleaned the kitchen after the meal. Rhett’s laugh, he thought with a smile. “I think we should play with dark one next, hmm?” He suggested, to take her mind from the attacks on her house.He had already decided to move Tyler into her house to watch over her when Talen or the Triquetra were not there. Between the five of them, Morgana would never be alone, but there was no reason to risk her annoyance by making that too obvious, and so he would distract her with their mates and pleasure.“Daddy,” she paused in her clean up efforts. “Are you… I mean… The Triquetra…” She gestured out with her hands.He caught her chin and lifted her face so that
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeThe vampire’s chuckle was devilish, Rhett decided as he turned back to the bed with a shiver of anticipation. He watched as Cameron and Heath traded the wine bottle between them and Aislen moaned and writhed beneath their mouths, reaching up to pull them to her to exchange kisses. Heath’s hands had freed her hair, and it tumbled again around her shoulders, her efforts to keep it out of the wine forgotten in their passion.Talen’s breath stirred Rhett’s hair as he stepped up behind him, his skin warm against Rhett’s back. He stroked his hands over Rhett’s stomach. Rhett’s eyes fluttered closed and he tightened his grip on the bedframe, his knuckles blanching. The vampire’s big hands were gentle as he explored Rhett’s skin, and Rhett could feel the throb of Talen’s c-ck against his back.“Not quite the toy you chose earlier,” Talen murmured. “I was tempted to use it on you, but then I encountered something better…”“Oh?” Rhett realized his mouth was hanging
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCameron snorted himself wake when he ended up facedown in a warm spot that still held the scent of Aislen. “Hey,” he complained rolling back onto his side and then grinning as he saw that Talen lay on his back with Aislen straddling him.“Nudge Rhett if you want morning sex,” Heath met Cameron’s eyes over Talen’s chest with a grin. “I’m in on this.”“But Rhett’s a bitch in the morning,” Cameron pouted as he rolled to face Rhett who had his back to them, and had more than half of the bed. He wriggled across the mattress and curled himself around his dark-haired mate, pressing his face into Rhett’s hair and breathing in his sleep-heavy, slightly smoky scent.“Am not,” Rhett muttered without unfurling from his foetal position as Cameron slid his hand over his side, around Rhett’s bed-warm belly to his morning-hard c-ck.“Suck me off then,” Cameron grinned against Rhett’s brightly coloured shoulder blade knowing what his mate’s response would be.“Suck yoursel