Havermouth, Present Time“Kill me?” Aislen suggested.“Yes.”“Well, then, problem solved,” she walked to the kitchen door. “Your pesky, unwanted human mate is out of the equation, and the three of you can return to happily f-king each other and the occasional disposable human sex toy, siring an entire army of werewolf babies between the three of you. Have fun with that and get the f-k out of my house."“We’ll go,” Rhett’s look stilled Heath’s protest. “We will go, Aislen, because we all need time to cool down. But this is not the end of this, not for us, and not for you, and you know that.”“We’re not going to stand by and let you be hurt,” Cameron told her as he took the glasses and wine bottles to the kitchen bench. “But you need to let things settle down in town, Aislen, and stay in the house, out of trouble.”“Not going to happen,” she replied. “And why start protecting me now? You never have before. In fact, the only people in this town that I need protecting from, are in this ki
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHer parents weren’t home when Heath had pulled up in the drive. Her relief was lost behind the urgency to collect what she needed and get out before they returned.Heath stood in the front door, waiting whilst she collected everything that she thought that she would need for a weekend away. She raided the kitchen cupboards, filling her bag with snack foods as well as clothing and cosmetics. Heath did not rush her, but she felt like the contestant of a game show: How much can you stuff into one suitcase in fifteen minutes or less?She felt as if she were packing never expecting to return, but her destination wasn’t the happily ever after of children’s movies, but rather the fade out of grim adulthood.She did not know what the courtesy was with finding the body of a child – was she supposed to dress for a funeral, or not? She went with something in between a funeral and church and shoved a good black dress and heels into the bag, anticipating going to the
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen packed the printed Secret Keeper bulletins into her bag and left it by the front door ready for her early morning and hurried to shower and prepare for Talen’s arrival. As she styled her hair, she rehearsed what she needed to say and do in her head. Her fingers went nervously to the collar around her neck.“He won’t hurt you,” she told herself. “He will appreciate the honesty.”She closed her eyes and braced a hand on the vanity, drawing in a deep breath before nodding crisply. She opened her eyes and resumed applying her eyelashes. She put on the camisole and short set that she had purchased that morning, enjoying the feel of the satin against her skin, and entered the master bedroom in order to smooth the covers on the bed and fluff the pillows.She lit the candles, and turned on some music, soft and seductive. Headlights sweeping through the window had her heart stuttering. She hurried to the door and her breath caught in her lungs as he crossed the
Havermouth, Five Years Before Cameron lit the candles around the bathroom, the flickering flames reflecting off the old-fashioned tiles. The tap in the sink dripped, the sound of the splash loud and musical in the space. The shower was over the claw-footed bathtub around which there was a metal ring that had obviously been intended to support a shower curtain, but it was bare now. The bathroom held the floral ghost of the cleaning products they had lined up against the wall like soldiers against grime. Her father never cleaned, Aislen thought as Cameron started the shower water and laid the bathmats onto the floor to catch the overspray. It was odd to her as a result that the Triquetra were so domestic and clean, masculinity and housework not coexisting in her experience. Cameron set two towels ready on the wobbly stool that they kept in the bathroom for that purpose and then stripped off his uniform, tossing it into the clothes hamper. The candlelight turned his hair to gilded flam
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen’s jaw dropped and then she laughed, leaning back against Talen, and turning so that she was cradled on his lap like a child. He wrapped his arms around her as she buried her face into the hollow of his neck beneath his chin.“Of course, you know,” she couldn’t believe her own stupidity. As the Triquetra knew what Talen was, he would know what they were. “I was torturing myself tonight to try to tell you…” She toyed with the key that he wore on a fine gold chain around his neck and the chest hair that curled in the v of his collar.“Hmm,” he lowered his head until his cheek was against hers and his beard tickled her skin. “You should not fear to tell me anything, Morgana.”“This is sort of a big something, though,” she told him. “The supernatural world does not like it when humans find out about them.”“Humans, yes,” he said softly. “But that is not what you are, is it?”“You know what I am?” She was surprised. “I don’t even know what I am.”“Not specifi
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAislen woke sandwiched between Cameron and Heath, with their limbs tangled over her. Rhett lay on the other side of Cameron, in possession of more than three quarters of the mattress space. Heath’s c-ck nudged against her from behind and his hand cupped her breast before sliding down, over her stomach to pinch her clit between his fingers. She moaned as he began to massage it between his knuckles, the sensation intense.He kissed the back of her shoulder blade. (Just relax, Aislen… Let me give you…)Cameron stirred, his eyes meeting hers as he opened them, the blue brilliant as his pupils contracted. He smiled sleepily at her, reaching up to stroke her cheek. “Morning.”“Morning,” she smiled back.His eyes dropped to Heath’s hand between her thighs. “That does look like a good morning.”“Hmm,” she agreed.Heath slid his knee between her legs, his c-ck pressing against her c-nt. “Want to join?” He invited Cameron over his shoulder.“Would be a waste of a m
Havermouth, Present TimeInside the master bedroom, Talen framed her face with his hands. “Close your eyes little demon,” he murmured pressing his lips to her forehead.She smiled and obeyed. “But I like to see you, daddy, and there’s just so much to see…”His lips curved against her skin. “Just for a moment.” He lifted her chin, kissing the point of her cheek and then brushing his lips over hers. With her eyes closed, the sensation was intensified, and without his thoughts intruding on her own, she found herself focusing utterly on what he would do next with a devotion of attention that she did not normally get to experience during sex.She could feel the warmth of his skin and breath, the tickle of his beard as he took his time, hovering his mouth just off of hers before joining their mouths again. His hands stroked through her hair, trailing down to its ends, resting against her shoulder blades before moving down to her waist, the slight pressure encouraging her to lean against him
Havermouth, Five Years PastAislen trailed Rhett to the fire. The cheerleaders and Debutantes had stripped down to bikinis and laid out towels on a patch of grass just beyond the fire pit, ostensibly suntanning, but really, Aislen thought sourly, displaying themselves like stock in a shop, for the male werewolves’ inspection.To her surprise, the Triquetra did not ogle them like most of the other male werewolves but acted as if they were indifferent to the line of semi-clad female bodies, or as if they were not there at all. They fussed over making the food and drinking beer and ignored the jokes and innuendos from the footballers who seemed to invite the Triquetra to admire the girls.“C’mon man,” Rohan nudged Heath when the footballers' efforts went unrewarded. “Erica’s smoking hot. Just the way you like them.”“F-k off,” Heath flared up suddenly, rounding on Rohan so that they were chest to chest and glaring into each other’s eyes. Cameron, who had been bent over the fire cooking b