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
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeHeath regarded the array of supermarket bought shampoos and soaps with resignation, before pouring a handful of mint scented scrub into his hand and rubbing it over himself quickly. He’d smell like car freshener all day and it would annoy the shit out of him, but it was either that or smell like strawberries and cream.As he stood under the flow of the water and let it rinse the suds from him, he turned over the developments of the night. He had to talk to Rhett and Cameron, he decided, and caution them. Whilst he hoped that Talen was precisely what he appeared to be… F-king gorgeous, kind and genuinely interested in making them all his mates, he had to remember the vampire’s not-so-subtle threat, and that they knew very little about him and the Concordia.He was scared, he admitted to himself. Scared of investing his heart too quickly. And that pissed him off, because he didn’t like to be scared.He dressed, wishing he’d packed a change of clothes, and us
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett and Cameron’s banter moved swiftly between locker room, mocking, and flirtatious, Talen thought as he finished the edging in the master bedroom. They were, however, fully distracted, painting their way around the house from the outside.Talen took the opportunity of their distraction to grab his phone and move into the smaller of the two bedrooms, where Tyler had spent the night and where Talen had spent his first, very pleasurable nights with Morgana.“I love you. I do not want to lose you.” Heath’s plea to Morgana had touched a nerve. Thaelen remembered saying almost the same words hundreds of years before to Gera as he had fought through his final days of life.It gave him insight to the blonde werewolf’s mental state, and it was a fragile one filled with pain and suffering.“Mhm,” he hummed out his sigh heavily and called Tony.“Talen,” Tony answered on the fifth ring.“Is there an update?” Talen wondered. “On Patrick Carter’s death?”“A visual m
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“People aren’t disposable, Heath,” Aislen set aside her wrap. “Werewolves seem to have this belief that humans are to be used and discarded. I’m sorry that this bit you in the arse, but I’m sort of glad at the same time. You deserved to have your disregard for the feelings and well-being of the girls that you abused rebound on you.”She still didn’t understand, he thought immediately, and clenched his jaw on the words. Even after their explanation, she still couldn’t see it from their point of view, she still couldn’t put herself into their shoes. There had never been a choice for the Triquetra. They had needed the human girls to hide what they meant to each other, and they had been incapable of being emotionally connected them because of what the Triquetra was to one another.“Alright then. If I don’t understand you, why don’t you explain it to me?” She said, and he flicked her a look from the corner of his eye wondering if she had read his thoughts.“Are