Havermouth, Five Years BeforeDesire won over outrage, and Aislen turned into Rhett, feeling the press of his piercing against her lip as he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking against hers. His c-ck was warm in her palm. She tightened her fingers around it, holding him tight like she had seen the Triquetra do to each other. His groan was accompanied by a mental flood of pleasure. (Taming the tigress…)He wriggled free of his jeans without breaking the kiss, before digging his hands into Aislen’s hair. She felt Cameron part her thighs and Rhett lowered her back onto the mattress, going with her, leaning over her at an angle as Cameron kissed along her lower stomach and then dragged his tongue over her clit. “Oh god,” she moaned into Rhett’s mouth as Cameron lathed her with enthusiasm. His tongue circled her clit, teasing her with the lightest of touches and then he sucked ferociously so that she wailed, her hips arching. “She likes that,” Heath commented. Aislen’s hand left Rhe
Havermouth, Present Time“I… I can’t,” Aislen edged towards the door. “I’m really sorry about Guy, I am. He was a bit of a creep in high school, and the two of them were just plain stupid to try what they did, but neither deserved what happened to them, and I am really, really sorry…”“But not sorry enough to help,” June replied miserably. “Everyone is always sorry, but they won’t help.”“I’ve got my own troubles, believe me,” Aislen told her. Some of them were really stinging too, she added trying to resist the urge to rub her breasts. “More than I can handle, without taking on anyone else’s. I’m actually just going to eat and sleep, and then, in the morning, I’ll be gone never to return.”June nodded and turned with a sigh. She took a step down and paused. “I’m glad you’re leaving,” she said over her shoulder. “This town has a nasty habit of contaminating people. It’s like a disease. You stay here too long, and you start to rot from the inside out.”“She’s a disease on your bond, an
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron’s Ute was an experience to drive, Aislen thought ruefully as she worked her way into the traffic of the town center. The handbrake was in the wrong place, and it was much bigger than any of the driving instructor’s cars or Tiffany’s little hatch. The traffic was heavier than normal, with cars diverting out of side street. Flashing blue and red lights drew their eyes to where police cars and an ambulance parked outside a small house, and people gathered on the paving, but Aislen could not look too closely as she had to watch for a gap to move forward in, the traffic banking up behind her.She moved forwards, shifting through the gears with a grimace. “I prefer automatics,” she told him.“It’s good to be able to drive both,” he replied. Cameron was relaxed but uncompromising as a supervising driver, giving her no opportunity to take the easy way out of things. “There’s a park,” he pointed.“That’s a reverse parallel park,” she replied. “Between two
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen’s alarm buzzed at the unbearable hour of five, and she grumbled as she turned it off and rolled out of her childhood bed, testing her feet on the floor. The pain was not as raw as it had been, more of a bruised feeling. She showered and rubbed ointment over the tattoos that she could reach and her three piercings, handling them gingerly, slightly disgusted by them, their movement within her flesh making her stomach queasy. Would they just heal if she took them out? She wondered. She’d have to search it on the internet and try to work it out. “F-king Triquetra,” she muttered under her breath as she realized that she couldn’t wear any of her corsets or bras as they’d rub against the tattoos. “F-king f-k f-kers,” she muttered as she pulled on a camisole and then tore open the costume packaging, shaking out the velvet dress. “Alright, that’s sort of cute,” she held it up against herself. She wriggled it on and pulled on a suspender belt and stockings, gr
Havermouth, Five Years Before“Are you alright?” Cameron asked as they returned to the car. “Yeah,” she said. “You drive though. I don’t think I can concentrate.”“All the more reason that you should drive,” he replied passing her the keys. “You’re going to get behind the wheel when you’re not well, when you’ve had to put your dog down, after getting fired from work, after hitting a bird, with the kids screaming in the back seat… You’re not always going to be focused. You have to learn to drive and put other things out of your head.”Their eyes met and held for a long moment, and she felt herself waiver. “Okay,” she sighed and took the keys. “But you better pay attention in case I f-k up.”“Nup,” he replied cheerfully putting the groceries into the back seat. “Otherwise, you’ll rely on me to do the thinking for you.”“F-k,” she clenched her teeth and got into the driver’s seat and started the engine as he joined her. “But you’re responsible for any collisions that might occur.”“If y
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen decided that what she needed was to get drunk. She tidied herself up and drove to the local bottle shop to spend half an hour browsing the aisles, selecting bottles. The drive through section was busy, and she had the aisles mostly to herself. She hummed along to the radio as she idled down the rows of wine and thought of Heath and how she had always been impressed by his casual ease in ordering wine. Even five years on, she had no idea what she was doing and selected mainly by how attractive the label, name, or bottle shape was to her. “That’s a good one,” Chris Arren, her father’s friend, said from behind her. “Oh,” she put it back on the shelf. “You remember me?” He picked up the bottle and tucked it under his arm. “Chris Arren?”“Yes, I remember,” she said uncomfortably, continuing down the aisle, pretending to browse. “It’s nice to see you again,” she lied. She was not in the mood for other human beings.“You haven’t called, about the group…?”
Havermouth, Five Years Before“We were arguing,” Aislen explained to the policewoman watching as the police secured the site for the forensic team coming from Rideten. Cameron was down the road nearer to the police car, talking to a policeman. The sun caught his hair, the bright copper tones standing out more than normal against the greenery. His face was pale and serious as he spoke. “And I stopped, because…”“Taylors road leads to the lookout,” the woman smiled with understanding. “About the only traffic on this road is teens going to park and make out.”“Yeah, I guess,” Aislen blushed. “We were going to do that, but then we got into a fight. We fight a lot. He can be a real d-ck, you know?”“I know,” the policewoman nodded with the unified empathy of women-kind.“So, I think I told him that I wasn’t going to keep driving there, or maybe he told me to stop driving there, I can’t remember. We were still arguing when we got out the car… And then he said to call the police as there was
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen continued to kiss along her neck as he backed her towards the bedroom, skillfully managing to combine caresses with removing her clothing. He leaned back as he lifted her top from her, and she had a moment of awkward shyness as he took in the tattoos and piercings. He reached out and touched the bars through her nipples gently, before continuing to undress her.He scooped her up and laid her on the bed gently under the fall of moonlight through the window and began to undress, his eyes on her. Aislen squirmed in the silence, fighting to find something witty and sexy to say, but she was still too raw and exhausted from the Triquetra.“I think,” he said slowly. “That we will take it slow and gentle tonight, little demon.”He knew, she thought, swallowing hard. He knew that something had happened and that she was fragile.He leaned over her, and she lifted her mouth to his, the kiss gentle and tender, and hot, scorching hot, his fingers stroking through her
Havermouth, Present Time “We should talk about the river house,” Heath said as they dried off after the shower. She ignored him and concentrated on drying her hair. She didn’t want to talk about it. She had said all that she wanted to say on the topic, and if she said any more, she knew that it would just start another argument. “Aislen,” he sat on the bed in order to put on his shoes. “I know that…” “Heath,” she flicked her hair back. “Don’t. Just don’t. Rhett had a go at me yesterday about accepting that Havermouth is my home and that I’m not going back to Kabramatta, and you guys have raised several times going to stay at the river house. You can’t bully me into it, and you need to stop trying to do so.” His grey eyes met hers and she held them stubbornly refusing to back down. He nodded slowly. “We are your mates,” he said softly. She inhaled and released it slowly. “I love you,” she told him. “I love the three of you. I want to try to make something of this relationship. I a
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen woke when Rhett eased out from under her. She had been lying half over him, her leg thrown over his body and her hand on his chest and muttered her complaint as his movement unbalanced her and let the cooler air touch her skin. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I have a client coming at nine,” he whispered. “I have to go set up.”“Too early.”“I know, but they work afternoons, and it will take a good three hours.”Talen wrapped an arm around her and drew her into the cup of his body. “Sleep some more, Morgana,” he murmured. “You need to rest in order to heal.”“Careful,” Cameron snickered suddenly and Aislen opened her eyes to see that Cameron had saved Rhett from falling over as he put on his jeans. “F-k man, you’re not a good morning person. One leg in each leg hole, right?” Cameron was already almost fully dressed, his shirt hanging open but his jeans and shoes on.“Need coffee before my brain will wake up fully,” Rhett replied.“For f-ksake,” He
Havermouth, Present Time“Not now, Rhett,” Heath sighed.“You knew!” Rhett rounded on him in shock. “You knew that he intended to turn her!”“We can’t,” Heath rose to his feet and located his jeans. “We can’t turn her werewolf, Rhett. The failure rate is too high. She has three werewolves and a vampire as her mates. If we can’t turn her, it is only logical that he will.”“And then what!” Rhett’s fury was such that the words were all but yelled. “We grow old, whilst she stays eternally young?”“Would you rather her grow old and die, when she has the option to be young and live forever?” Heath demanded. “We cannot give her that, but he can!”“What about kids?” Cameron asked. “If he turns her into a vampire, can she still have kids?”They fell into silence, their eyes flicking to Aislen and then away.“I can have kids,” she answered their unspoken question. “Bitch-faced Tabby Cat was speaking shit. I had a miscarriage, that is all. My doctor never said that I wouldn’t be able to have kid
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron groaned and pressed his hips into hers, letting her feel that he was hard. He leaned over until his breath brushed over her lips, his eyes on hers so that she could see every fleck within the bright blue. She reached up and threaded her fingers into his hair feeling the heavy thickness of the curls wrap around her fingers.His eyes closed as he inhaled and moaned on the exhale. “Your scent…” He said as he opened his eyes, meeting hers. His smile was bone melting. “When you are turned on, your scent is a sin. I remember in school, whenever you walked by us, I’d just about come in my pants breathing it in.”“Make me come, instead,” she invited.“Yeah,” he laughed under his breath. “I can do that.” He lifted her up and carried her to the porch.“Hey,” Tyler said as he opened the door. “Morgana, hey hero! Talen wasn’t sure when you’d be back. He’ll be happy to know you’re back home again. I was just about to head out to grab some take away. Do you want me
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron carried Aislen through the reception area where Heath was smoothly talking his way through her discharge.Rhett paused to charm his way into a trolley. "I'll load up with Aislen's things, and meet you at the cars," he said to Cameron as he wheeled it back into the room.“Oh, I’ll get a wheelchair!” A nurse protested seeing Cameron with Aislen in his arms.“It’s fine,” Cameron told her with a shrug. “Aislen’s not heavy.”“Are you leaving?” A woman stepped out of a room. Her clothing was rumpled, her eyes tired, and she clutched an empty coffee cup in one hand. “That is wonderful news. I’m Margaret,” she said to Aislen with a wide smile, her eyes filling with tears. “You must be Aislen Carter. You saved my son, Stephan’s life. My husband and I… We are just so grateful.”“Oh,” Aislen flushed, embarrassed by the teary gratitude. “It was nothing, really. He was saving himself, and the gunman had moved on to the library, so it wasn’t like… I’m told he’s doin
Havermouth, Present Time“Charles Gale, Pastor,” Pastor Gale recovered quickly, and his outrage transformed into charm. “I came to offer Aislen my services and company. I make regular rounds of the hospital,” he said as he stepped into the room. “And I understood that my son and his friends were at the river house.”He had expected to find her alone, in other words, she thought. Alone and vulnerable. And instead, he found her guarded by a giant of a vampire.“They are,” Talen replied, leaning a hip onto Aislen’s bed, a posture that was both confident and claiming. “We are alternating who stays with Aislen. They will be returning soon.”“Thank you for your kind thought,” Aislen said, barely keeping the sarcasm out of her tone. “But I’m not religious and you’ve made perfectly clear that you don’t enjoy my company.”“Now, Aislen,” Pastor Gale smiled patronizingly. “That’s simply not true.”It was unnerving how similar he looked to Heath, Aislen thought, considering that she reviled the m
Havermouth, Present DayAislen watched the water flow around her feet, swirling over the paving stones and tarmac of the main street of Havermouth, ripples casting shadows through the water that looked like screaming faces. She walked through the water, bewildered, feeling its cold drag against her legs, and its weight tugging down the fabric of her dress and sticking it to her skin.The traffic on the street had stopped, cars like islands in the flowing water, and pedestrians came to a standstill, everyone turning towards the river in astonishment.Where had the water come from?Something brushed against Aislen’s leg, and she looked down and cried out in horror as a pale, fish-nibbled face passed by, cheeks flapping in the movement of the water and eye sockets vacant, carried along in the tide of the water.Aislen woke on the end of a jump and gripped the sheets, breathing heavily.“Morgana,” Talen rose from the recliner and leaned over her. His hair was loose, brushing over her chee
Havermouth, Present Day“Aislen…” Heath started but was interrupted by the arrival of the nurses. “We’ll talk after,” he finished as the nurses adjusted the bed to sit Aislen upright.“Any discomfort?” The nurse asked attentively as they helped Aislen turn so that her legs hung over the end of the bed.“No,” Aislen suspected that Talen’s blood was the reason, healing her from the inside out. Bless her daddy vampire, she thought fondly.“Okay, but be guided by your body and if it hurts, we will stop…”“I can carry her,” Cameron hovered anxiously as Aislen stood with the help of the nurses. “F-k…” His hands were already held out, wanting to push the nurses out of the way.“Boyfriend?” The nurse to Aislen’s left asked as they took a shuffling step towards the ensuite.“Yeah,” Aislen agreed. It was close enough a description for their relationship at the moment, she decided, and she was f-king over being ashamed and hiding. “Both are, actually,” she said with a slight shrug. “Four, really
Kabramatta, A Month BeforeAislen found the regular yoga sessions not only helpful in maintaining a level of physical fitness to combat the stationary nature of her art, but also in enforcing a regular meditation to help strengthen the bubbles that protected her from the onslaught of mental noise that came with living in a busy city. That Bianca was the yogi was a bonus, as it meant that she could combine exercise, meditation and a catch up with her friend.Aislen lingered behind as the class ended and the room gradually emptied.She watched as Bianca flirted with a pony-tailed, curvaceous blonde woman, the sparks flying between them as they exchange numbers. The blonde cast a smile over her shoulder as she left.“You have a type,” Aislen drawled as she joined Bianca. “Blonde, curvy, and bubbly.”“So do you - six inches, chubby and made of silicone,” Bianca snorted. “When are you going to give a flesh and blood person a go? I bumped into Jordan Daniels the other day at a gallery. He i