Havermouth, Present timeCameron groaned, his expression contorting into pained pleasure, before flopping to the side, shaking the bed. “Orgasm without coming,” he panted. “But when I do get to come, man, will I come.” He flopped to the side onto Rhett who grunted but reached for Aislen when Talen lifted her from Heath.Rhett rolled her under him and held himself on one elbow as he stroked his fingers through her hair. He trailed his fingers down her neck and over her chest. “These have healed well,” he murmured toying with the piercing through her nipple. She shivered beneath the intensity of his attention and the gentle touch.They both looked to the side as Talen bent Heath over the mattress, the blonde werewolf bracing on his palms. Heath moaned as Talen worked his way into him, breathing out slowly. Talen had removed Heath’s c-ck ring, and his hand stroked over Heath’s c-ck as he filled him. He snaked his arm up Heath’s chest, cupping Heath’s jaw in the v of thumb and forefinger,
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath sat with his back against the railing of the balcony, his legs spread in a v, and his face raised to the sun. Like the rest of them, he didn’t wear a stitch of clothing.“This is the life,” Cameron grinned laying spreadeagled on the rugs that covered the floorboards whilst Rhett sucked him off. “Drunk on wine, sunshine, and sexed up.”Aislen rolled to her knees and crawled between Heath’s legs, turning and wriggling until her back was against his chest. She reached for the bottle that he was holding and took a mouthful of the sun-warm wine before resting her head back against his shoulder as she swallowed.He took back the wine and took a mouthful as he lifted her leg to hook over his knee. She moved the other to mimic the position as his free hand found her clit, and moaned as he began to toy with it, turning her head so that her lips grazed his cheek, breathing in the scent of the river water that lingered on his skin along with the scent that was
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen heard Rhett burst into laughter, joined a moment later by Cameron. The two men were painting the front of the house, including the floorboards, railing and door, and their labor was accompanied by a constant stream of teasing jokes, innuendos and flirtation. She envied them just as much now, she thought, as she had five years before, for the relationship that they had, that certainty they possessed in each other, that comfortable solidness of their love.What was she doing? She asked herself. Not only had she let them back in, but she had involved Talen… Or he’d involved himself, she corrected, and with absolute dominance and magnificence.She couldn’t bring herself to forgive the Triquetra, however, for those terrifying three days, or their bullying manipulations of the past. She understood more than she had at the time, however, and… F-k, she smothered her groan.Where did she think this was going to go? She tried another tact. Was she going to move b
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett drove Aislen home an hour after school finished. With his music blaring there was little conversation on the drive, but as he put the car into park, he turned it down, and leaned over the central console to kiss her, his fingers stroking through her hair. (I hope that Heath is right…) He leaned back and smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “We’ll wag school again tomorrow, alright?”“Alright,” she agreed, wondering what Heath was right or wrong about, and whether it had anything to do with her and the scholarship.“I had fun today, did you?” He asked.“Yeah,” she replied. It wasn’t entirely a lie, she told herself. She had enjoyed the day. There had been, as there always seemed to be with the Triquetra, moments of pain interspersed, mostly because her heart refused to accept what her mind had always known – that they were just passing the time with her. “It was fun.”“I…” She hesitated and looked up at him, meeting his eyes before dropping h
Havermouth, Present Time “This is…” Heath turned the page and looked at the image of Charlotte. “Vaguely disturbing on several levels.” “Yeah, I don’t think the girls involved volunteered this information, or at least not all of them did,” Aislen agreed leaning against Talen as she sipped her wine. Talen’s palm on her stomach and the steady rise and fall as he breathed against her back was comforting. In the hallway Rhett cursed as Cameron, rolling white paint on the ceiling, sprayed it over him. “What’s wrong princess?” Cameron teased. “More paint in your hair?” “Just because some of us don’t like to look like we’ve been shat on by a passing bird,” Rhett grumbled. “With the amount of ink under your skin, you’d think you’d be less prissy about your hair.” “White shows up on black,” Rhett retorted. “And it doesn’t in red?” Cameron pointed out. “Yeah, but you spend your days knee deep in animal shit, paint’s an upgrade for you.” “The pack would be interested in this,” Heath mur
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe shopping trip ended abruptly, with Tiffany leading them back to the car immediately.She sat behind the steering wheel, gazing out the windscreen without seeing the pedestrian traffic that walked by. “I have never, ever, been so embarrassed in my whole life,” she said, and started the car.Aislen’s chest was tight. She did not speak, letting her hair fall forward to cover her face.“Do you know why I am embarrassed, Aislen?” Tiffany demanded.“Because of me,” Aislen did not have to guess.“Because of you,” Tiffany agreed. “Because the doctor was concerned enough about your welfare and mental health to tell me, and the store clerk, just how disturbed a child I gave birth to eighteen years ago. A child who the entire town knows is fornicating with three different boys, and who, at the vigil for that poor woman’s dead baby, tells her that she can communicate with spirits.”“I did not!” Aislen’s head jerked up. “I did not say anything like that.”“I wish
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen rested her forehead in the hollow of Heath's throat. “I know,” she confessed shakily on the verge of tears. “You said it before. I know.” It was not what he wanted to hear, not the answer he had hoped for in saying the words to her again. He wanted her to say them back.He sighed into the embrace, and they stood wrapped in each other’s arms, neither speaking, both of their minds twisted and convoluted with frustration, pain, and a fragile hope.“Hello?” A man called from the open front door.“Ah, Tyler,” Talen called out. “Come around the back. I’ll go get him,” he said walking to the back door. “He will help paint in exchange for a share of pizza and beer.”“Not pizza,” Heath murmured. “Cameron doesn’t eat it.” (Not since Aislen predicted that his mother would die whilst he was eating it.)“Oh god,” she sobbed in a breath wetly. “I am so sorry for that.”He sighed again heavily and shook his head. “You were right. And wrong. He wasn’t eating pizza that
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThey hurried through the streets to Heath’s house, keeping to the shadows in case they encountered anyone in order to disguise the fact that Heath was naked. Aislen resisted the temptation to ask why he hadn't gotten dressed – she knew that there were no clothes, and that he had lied to her.Through the touch of their clasped hands, she also knew that he knew that she hadn't asked the obvious question, and that the part of him which had doubted Rhett was now worrying over how much she could know and how she could possibly know it, and trying to reason it out as impossible because her knowing was too big and too dangerous for contemplation.Aislen held her tongue, Rhett’s words of caution sharp in her mind. “Don’t talk of it anymore, don’t talk of it ever again.” If she spoke of it to Heath, Cameron and Rhett would also know, and she would have proven Rhett right not to trust her, because she had not heeded his warning.The side gate of Heath’s parent’s ho