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The Pack's Rebels Healing Tom
Havermouth, Present TimeGreg was by the front windows of the apartment that looked out over the street when Sigrid left the bathroom, shaking with cold and wrapped in the bathrobe that she had found hanging on the back of the door. She crossed to stand beside him, following his gaze. “Trouble?” She asked seeing a group of Van Helsings by a black 4WD consulting and pointing down the street.“They searched the shop where Tom was shot,” Greg replied. “They left the body there and now they’re talking openly on the street…” He shook his head in disapproval. “It shows no regard for their fallen comrade, and no environmental awareness. They are not worried about snipers, at the very least.”“Hmm,” she looked up at him. The light filtered through the sheer curtains that kept them from the view from the street casting lines of shadow across his features that made the focus of his expression seem harsh.She did not know her werewolves well, and they were vastly different men to those that she
The Pack's Rebels Harry Takes What They Want
Havermouth, Present TimeJules’ heels hit the softness of the mattress and he staggered and would have fallen if Harry’s finger hadn’t been hooked into his shirt.“Oh, no,” Harry grinned. “You’re not getting away. I’ve been waiting a very long time for my person.”Jules’ breath caught and he forgot to swallow for a moment. Was he Harry’s person? Was Harry his? It had happened so quickly, that flash of recognition, that burn of desire… He had been so busy thinking about whether it was possible, he hadn’t considered what it would mean.When Jules had been a young alpha, he would never have contemplated a vampire as a mate. It would have been unthinkable, as unthinkable as a human, as unthinkable as a man. He knew that Cameron had struggled with his relationship with the Triquetra because the pack still found such things unthinkable, but… Jules was older, tougher, and his tolerance for the pack’s biases had diminished over the years.He’d ceased thinking about his desires as being his fa
The Pack's Rebels Some Things Change, Others Stay The Same
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen lifted Rhett’s t-shirt from him, and the cloth tugged Rhett’s hair free of the tie he’d used to catch it back from his face. He’d be searching for that later, Rhett thought ruefully as he emerged from the top with his hair tumbling around his face, as there was no longer an unlimited supply of the f-king things. However, he wasn’t about to interrupt the vampire undressing him in pursuit of an escaped hair tie, and so he reached up to scrape his hair back from his face.“Hmm,” Talen touched the biceps that had bunched in Rhett’s motion and the stroked down the centerline of Rhett’s body. “You have lost weight, dokkalfar.”Rhett tucked his chin to his chest to look down at himself. “Yeah, between being sick from the bite, and then the gym…” He agreed. “But I think we’re all a bit on the lean side at the moment,” he added defensively.“True,” Talen’s fingers dug into Rhett’s hair cupping his skull, and drawing him to him. “Something we have to work on. None
The Pack's Rebels Necessary Acts of Violence
Havermouth, Present Time“Come here little demon,” Talen sat with his back against the wall and patted his lap and Cameron scooped Aislen up in his arms, crawling the couple of steps to deposit her onto Talen’s lap. Talen stroked his cheek against hers, the bristles that were firmly taking hold of his jaw, slowly turning him back into the man that she had originally met in the pub in what felt so long ago, biting into her skin like miniature vampire teeth, seeking blood.“You’re all raspy, daddy,” she teased him, and he chuckled under his breath. He hooked her knees hooked just above his, spreading her thighs, and encouraging her to lean back against his chest. Cameron did not miss the opportunity sliding forward on his stomach as sinuous and leanly muscled as a snake, kissing his way up her inner thighs as he nudged their legs wider with his shoulders.The contact with both of her mates flooded her mind with their thoughts, and she welcomed their presence as she had in the car. Separ
The Pack's Rebels A Good Man
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte lay on her side of the table staring up at the ceiling. The walls between the offices were thin, and the ceiling the suspended foam tile type, the combination of which mean that it seemed that every moan and groan was amplified in their room.She had grown up in a single room hut, where her mother’s bed had been separated by a curtain, and her own bed had been a blanket and cushion before the fireplace. She had never known her father, he had gone before she was old enough to form memories. Died, her mother had officially said, but Meguitte had always suspected that her mother had not known who had sired Meguitte, or had not been married to him, as her mother had always supplemented the income from her midwifery by servicing the husbands of her patients.Men’s bodies had never been unfamiliar to Meguitte as a result as the men who came made no effort to hide their bodies as they dressed to leave. In fact, more than a few had tried to hire Meguitte rath
The Pack's Rebels Jules and Harry Fall In Lust
Havermouth, Present TimeHarry tossed their hair back, rising over Jules in a glory of gold and muscle as they straddled his hips, pinning Jules’ c-ck against his body and grinding into it. Jules moaned, stroking his hands up Harry’s thighs and closing his hand over Harry’s c-ck. Harry laughed, a delighted, breathless sound the rang in the room and they closed their hand over Jules’ gently guiding him and sharing their pleasure.Jules’ was awash in sensation. Harry’s balls were a soft heavy weight on his own and the undersides of their c-cks were pressed tightly together with every rock of Harry’s hips as they rode Jules like a horse, the muscles in their thighs shifting with the movement, and the tails of their hair brushing over Jules’ skin as they lifted their jaw, eyes closing, decadently revelling in their bodies together.There was a tube of lube on the mattress next to Jules’ chest, Harry having generously applied it between them both, the cold of it and the playful grin on Har
The Pack's Rebels Sigrid Succumbs to Temptation
Havermouth, Present TimeDan and Greg performed restless patrols of the apartment, the staircase and the roof above, in between spreading their weaponry on the tables and inspecting each piece minutely, keeping themselves busy to cover for their helplessness with Tom. They loved him very much, she thought watching their frequent checks on the third member of their Triquetra and witnessing the tenderness of their touches, the softness of their murmurs, and the emotion behind their eyes.Tom slid in and out of sleep, as she would expect. He had lost a lot of blood, and his body had undergone an amazing amount of trauma. However, the entry wounds were beginning to close, and the exit wounds, when she felt they could risk moving him again, were less grotesque. There would be scarring, but sensation had returned, and, after her attention to his back, Greg and Dan had discretely supplied a bottle for Tom to urinate in, so she was assured that healing within him was progressing.She fed him
The Pack's Rebels Portraits and Promises
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeIt took time to organize for a royal courtship, Thaelen discovered. Having negotiated the finer points of agreement should Thaelen accept a marriage with Greibron and one of Greibron’s eligible princesses with him, such as trade agreements, borders, dispute resolution, a dowry, and a bride price - which was basically an exchange of gifts between Thaelen and Queen Mariphine - then the courtship itself had to be arranged and orchestrated.A royal artist was sent from Greibron to paint Thaelen’s portrait, and Sigrid sent their own artists back to paint the daughters of Mariphine so that Thaelen could determine which was more to his liking. They would then correspond in writing, sending each other gifts and tokens from their lands to create affection and esteem, before finally travelling to meet one another in person.It was agreed that the meeting would take place in what they had determined would be considered neutral territory, between the base of
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Havermouth, The Present Aislen sat on the bench seat of one of the Unimogs whilst Talen and the Heath met with Rohan. There were lot of hand signals gesturing beyond the destruction of the farm and solemn expressions on their faces. When she looked up, she could see that Rhett and Cameron were busy helping to carry injured to the waiting vehicles and that the vampires and werewolf soldiers were destroying what remained of the farm’s buildings, ensuring that there was no way that the Van Helsings could return and continue to use the site. The crashing and shouting as they tore the buildings to pieces was giving Aislen a headache and she paused in her poetry writing to pinch her brows. “Here,” Bianca climbed nimbly up the Unimog’s ladder and offered Aislen a bottle of water and two pills. “Paracetamol. You’ve been sitting here rubbing at your head, so I know you’ve got a headache.” “Thanks,” Aislen took the pills and washed them back with the water. “Ah shit,” she said after she’d sw
The Pack's Rebels Freedom
Havermouth, The PresentRhett and Heath shifted into human form and the Triquetra threw their arms around each other and him, their hands smearing mud and blood onto each other unheeding in their relief that all four had made it through unscathed. Over Heath’s shoulder, Talen saw Morgana slip and slide through the mud, her cheeks streaked with tears as she saw them, and he held out a hand, welcoming her in, the Triquetra pulling her into the center of the embrace.It was where she belonged, Talen thought as he leaned his face into her hair and breathed the scent of his female mate into his lungs. Morgana had always been the center, the heart of their family, the piece that made the rest of them make sense together.“Everyone’s in one piece,” she pivoted slowly round the circle of her men, inspecting each for injury, smearing away blood and mud with her hands in order to make sure that they didn’t hide wounds below.“We’re fine. We are fine,” Heath laughed wetly. “Really, Aislen, we’re
The Pack's Rebels To The King
Havermouth, The PresentTalen kept watch as Harry set the explosives under the last of the guns. Of all five machine gun stations, this one was the most exposed, and Talen could feel the prickle of stress sweat between his shoulder blades. They had debated leaving this one completely and hoping that the explosions from the other stations would be enough, but the Van Helsings on duty there had been called to help load a helicopter that was waiting to take off, leaving the station as an open invitation for sabotage.When Harry eased out from under the station and slunk through the shadows to Talen’s side, the relief dragged through Talen’s muscles like the heavy refractory period after sex. He was exhausted, and that terrified him as he knew that the battle was ahead. Get through it, he told himself. Win this battle, and then take your mates to the river house, as Cameron had suggested, for three days and nights of f-king and feasting upon his mates as he turned them.It would be bliss.
The Pack's Rebels SpellCasting
Havermouth, The PresentIt was one thing to ride a Unimog through town, and another to travel on one long distance for over an hour, Aislen thought grimly. She was certain that most of her bones had been shaken loose and that when she eventually did stand up, she’d collapse in a jumble of limbs like in a cartoon. She’d been trying to work on another Secret Keeper post, working in a notebook that she’d stolen from one of the desks in the bunker, but her handwriting was so shaky that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to read it afterwards.She also wasn’t sure if she was being optimistic in it’s message.However, if she wasn’t writing, then she had to focus on what was happening around her, where they were going, and the fact that they had to be getting close, and there still was no sign of Talen. Was he okay? She would know, wouldn’t she? She asked herself. If something had happened to him, she was sure that she would feel it somehow, like a wound to her heart.“He’s fine,” she said out lo
The Pack's Rebels The Shed
Havermouth, The PresentThe farm’s vegetable gardens had been trampled underfoot, without any care for the vegetables and fruits left unharvested, the Van Helsings having abandoned any pretence of the site being anything other than what it was – a military facility. Entrance into the farm from the main road was controlled by guards and cement roadblocks, however, away from the public side of the farm, the security relaxed. There were flood lights set at key points, but their focus was inward and in daylight, they had been turned off.One field contained neat rows of tents, and a portable shower and toilet building which was in use as Harry and Talen crept around it’s edges, someone singing an atrocious rendition of a popular love song as they showered.It made Talen pause, hearing that singer, and a fury began to burn in the pit of his stomach. The Van Helsings at this site were so at ease, so comfortable, that they sang in the shower, where he and his mates had spent nearly every mom
The Pack's Rebels It’s Time
Havermouth, The PresentHeath woke to discover that he had slept through Talen leaving and that pissed him off as whilst he recognized the vampire’s seniority and experience, Heath was faster and stronger, and he felt that it just made sense for him to be included in the mission, and that if anyone should have been left behind, it should have been Harry.Sigrid and her Triquetra had control of the bunker by the time Heath’s Triquetra left their room with Aislen. They met briefly in the room and ran over the sparse information that Talen had given to Cameron and Rohan before his departure and to try to piece together a plan of attack with Rohan – something which was difficult as they had no idea the total size of Haven Farm, and Heath could only roughly sketch the areas that he had been admitted to when visiting Charlotte, and on the times he’d been on the escorted tour.None of the maps that they had showed property boundaries, and even Sigrid’s Triquetra’s fancy toys didn’t have any
The Pack's Rebels Harry and Talen Leave to Spy
Havermouth, The PresentTalen slipped out of the bed when the wait staff arrived in the morning, pulling on yesterday’s trousers in order to open the door and pressing his fingers to his lips to indicate that they should be quiet as they delivered the breakfast and clothing. He admired the efficiency of the bunker, despite the disruption to the leadership everything continued to run like clockwork and thanked the staff quietly as they departed.He showered quickly and dressed in the clean clothing, before creeping back out into the main living area.Cameron looked up from the table. “You’re up early.”“Shh,” Talen placed his finger on his lips as he checked to make sure that Cameron had closed the bedroom door behind him. “You should be asleep, Cameron,” he said quietly as he crossed to ruffle the werewolf alpha’s russet curls.“I smelled pancakes,” Cameron told him with a bright smile as he uncovered them. “Ahhh,” he sighed in satisfaction. “Would you just look at that? Blueberry pre
The Pack's Rebels Sticky, Sweaty, and covered in Cum
Havermouth, The PresentHeath rose from the bed as Rhett lifted Cameron’s face to his and kissed him, pushing Cameron’s hand away from his c-ck so that he could take hold of it, causing Cameron to moan into the kiss as Rhett stroked him.Talen released, Morgana’s leg, leaning over to suck on the nipple that was exposed as she lowered her knee to the mattress. He teased the tips with his teeth, knowing that the pinch of the clip would make them sensitive, and slid his hand down her stomach to rub against her clit as Heath positioned himself.“Would you like some Edison brand lube?” Rhett’s grin was wicked. He had wrapped his arm around Cameron, holding his redhaired mate by the throat, just under the jaw, and Cameron’s face was slack with pleasure as Rhett’s other hand jerked his c-ck viscously.“Hmm,” Talen laughed through his nose. “Go on then,” he encouraged them. Cameron would have time to recover from the orgasm and be good for a second round before the night was through, he predi
The Pack's Rebels Bunker, Sex Puppies
Havermouth, The PresentThe moment the door opened; Rhett jerked Aislen to face him, his eyes intense. “Play time,” he growled his wolf shading the amber of his irises with an oily sheen of green and gold. He pulled her top up and off her without breaking their gazes, and then lifted his own top up slowly in a delicious display of tattooed skin and muscle made more striking by his leanness.Heath and Cameron fell in behind him, assuming the Triquetra formation that she had seen them take so many times, an unconscious werewolf move, hunters stalking their prey, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she backed towards the bedroom, Rhett keeping pace with her, the distance between them precise, his eyes locked on hers.Talen closed the door behind them and strolled nonchalantly towards the kitchenette.Rhett unbuttoned his trousers, his c-ck pushing against the fly so that the teeth opened little by little with every throb. “Undress, Aislen,” he purred the words, his smirk w
