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The Wrong in Havermouth
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The Pack's Triquetra Irrevocable
Havermouth, Present Time“You going to ravish me in the barn like some hero from a historical romance, daddy?” Aislen smirked as Talen stepped between her knees.“After,” he told her and lifted his wrist to his teeth, using the sharp points to break the skin. Rhett would both be disappointed to have missed the classic vampire move, she thought, and disapproving of Talen giving her more blood.She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she met his eyes. “Daddy,” she said uncertainly.“It will be okay, Morgana,” he told her with a small smile. His lip and the hair of his beard was stained with his own blood. “You have been favoring your hip, you have claw marks and bruises all over your arms, and I would be a fool not to have noticed that you have a sore head.”“Daddy,” she melted. “You take such good care of me.” She pressed her kiss to the bleeding wound. He had not pierced the vein, just broken the skin, giving her just a taste. He licked the wound closed and almost immediately c
The Pack's Triquetra Teasing Rhett
Havermouth, Present TimeRhett trusted instinct and when that inner sense tugged his eyes up from his work, he paused the tattoo gun.Sure enough, the unmistakable silhouette of Aislen paused before his window. She was with Talen, the vampire out massing her twice over despite Aislen’s generous temptresses’ curves. She craned her head back in order to look at Talen’s face as they talked, and her hand rested on the vampire’s chest, stroking in an unconscious motion over the knap of the fabric as she smiled and nodded along to whatever he was saying.He cupped her skull, his fingers burying into the dark, unruly curls, and leaned over to kiss her in a leisurely, appreciative manner, drawing her bottom lip out as he pulled back.Rhett’s c-ck throbbed against his thigh. F-k, he thought in a glaze of lust. He knew that the vampire was dangerous, the Triquetra had discussed it amongst themselves, and agreed to play dumb for the time being to see where it went, but the massive man was sexy a
The Pack's Triquetra Just Human
Havermouth, Eight Years BeforeRhett sat on the lip of the hot tub wearing only his boxer shorts, his stomach muscles visible as he laughed, and his hair sticking to his face from the steam, the heat flushing his cheeks. His skin was so white that Cameron wondered if Rhett had ever taken off his top outdoors, but the paleness of his skin didn’t seem to worry the girl who knelt on the seat laughing up at him flirtatiously, her bra and panties made transparent from the water.“Here,” Heath came in behind him and handed him a wine. The cup was made out of plastic, but the design made it almost impossible to tell until it was in his hand. Heath took two cups over to the spa and handed them to Rhett and the girl, before returning to the bar which Cameron leaned against in order to fetch his own cup. He paused in front of Heath, almost chest to chest, so close that Cameron could feel the heat of Heath’s skin. “You coming?”“Yeah, in a moment,” Cameron told him and watched as Heath walked ba
The Pack's Triquetra Yes Daddy
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron picked up a couple of wraps from the gourmet sandwich shop in town, picking the most unusual sounding option on the menu for Rhett as the prissy arsehole would never be content with a steak and salad wrap like Cameron bought for himself.“What’s in that again?” He asked.“It’s a kale salad with raspberry, blueberry, strawberry, almonds, pepitas, sunflower seeds, and grape tomatoes served with grilled chicken, in a beetroot wrap,” the girl replied with a hint of attitude.Cameron gave her the side eye. He knew her face. “We f-ked once, didn’t we?” He said, and she flushed, shoving the cardboard boxes across to him. He grinned. “Yeah, I remember. Valerie, wasn’t it?”“You’re an arse,” she muttered under her breath.“Something wrong?” The shop owner, Ben Hammond, caught the comment. “Everything alright, Cam?” He asked, pleasantly.“Yeah, all’s good,” Cameron replied easily. He wasn’t about to cost the girl her job, but he’d damned well make sure that ever
The Pack's Triquetra Sex and Sermons
Havermouth, Eight Years BeforeCameron woke with a snort as the congregation rose and began to shuffle out of the church. He lifted his head from Heath’s shoulder and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as he looked around guiltily.It was a warm morning and the combination of the slightly stuffy church, and the boring sermon had dragged him into sleep – not that it needed to be a warm day for him to spend the sermon snoring on Heath’s shoulder.“Sorry man,” he said to Heath, blushing. Somehow, sitting between his dad and Heath, his head always ended up on Heath’s shoulder, and every Sunday morning he’d leave a drool stain on Heath’s immaculate shirt by the time it was time to leave.Heath never seemed to mind, though.“It’s fine, I’d sleep through the bullshit myself, if I could,” Heath replied wryly. “But dad would notice and crack it with me when we got home.”“Do you think he’s right?” Cameron wondered.The topic of the sermon had been that homosexuality was not in God’s o
The Pack's Triquetra Falling into Other's Footsteps
Havermouth, 8 Years BeforeRhett threw his bag over the fence before climbing over the wrought iron spikes. It was late enough on a school night that if his mother was home for the night, rather than at her girlfriend Deborah’s, she would rip him a new one, and the front gate had an annoying squeal that his mother’s ears seemed attuned to even after only a couple weeks in the house.The house was so different to what he was used to, he thought. In Rideten, they’d had a penthouse apartment. They still had the penthouse apartment, but now his father lived in it alone, and Lora Salem and Rhett lived in the pretty, ramshackle newly renovated, four bedroom and five-bathroom, barn conversion on the edge of Havermouth.F-k he hated the house. Barn. Whatever.He hated Havermouth. Its human population seemed drugged into sedation, or to have been transplanted from some weird sci-fi movie about perfect retro suburbia, with mums in pastels, aprons and high heels who baked cookies and curled thei
The Pack's Triquetra Stay the Fk Away From Aislen
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath frowned as he pulled into the driveway at Aislen’s house. Talen’s Zeus Forest Works Ute was not parked there. He checked his phone. There were no messages or missed calls. Had Talen not gotten his message and returned to the house?“F-k,” he grumbled as he got out of the car. He had taken his time returning, thinking that Talen would be there with Aislen, stopping by the river house in order to pack clean clothes for himself, Rhett and Cameron, and to make sure that nothing was going off in the fridge. He’d had a shower and a shave, erasing the gold-tinged stubble from his jaw.He got the suitcase out of the boot and carried it to the front door, finding it locked. Well, at least Tyler and Aislen were being sensible. Tyler was handy to have around, giving them someone to leave and protect Aislen if they were unable to do so. He rang the doorbell and waited, tapping his foot on the floorboards.Aislen had thrown the Triquetra’s lives into disarray, he tho
The Pack's Triquetra You're Welcome
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen preceded Rhett into the office, swaggering her walk so that her skirt flicked enticingly. If Rhett weren’t already achingly hard, the look she cast him over her shoulder would have done it. He almost closed the office door and realized that he’d left the shop door unlocked. F-k, he was going to go insane with need if anyone interrupted, he thought, and hurriedly crossed to turn the lock and flick to sign to “Closed for Business”.He turned to face the office and moaned. Aislen sat on his office desk, her legs spread, and her skirt hitched up. Her underwear dangled from her index finger, as if he could not already see for himself that she wasn’t wearing them.“Oh f-k,” his blood drained downwards so fast that for a moment he swayed on his feet.“Something wrong?” She smirked.“Something very right,” he replied as he stalked across the room into the office and closed the door behind him. “Something very, very right for a change,” he repeated as he buried
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The Pack's Triquetra Epidemic
Havermouth, Present Time Talen and Aislen were quickly called to a stop as they approached the busy area directly in front of the town hall. The police and the firies were packing up, she noticed, frowning, and none of them looked happy about it. “We are encouraging civilians to stay in their residences and off the streets,” a stern voiced soldier told Aislen and Talen disapprovingly. “There are many hazards left after the storm, and our men need free access to clear the roads of debris and make repairs.” Aislen swallowed back the words that she wanted to say, and instead smiled sweetly. “We’re from Boyston’s coffee shop,” she lied showing him the box that she held. “Making a delivery. Cakes and slices that are going stale, to help fuel the forces here. They’re free,” she added with a bright smile. “See, that’s our coffee van, over there,” she nodded with her chin. “Oh,” he was non-plussed, looking over his shoulder at the van, and then back at the box that she held. “Let me look,”
The Pack's Triquetra Betrayal
Havermouth, Two Years Before“Aislen Carter graduated from Rideten School of Art with honors on the eleventh of the month, and vacated her school accommodation four days later,” the PI’s report stated blandly the words that sent icy shards of fear and horror through Heath’s soul.“Her vehicle was placed for sale at North Rideten Car Sales one week prior and sold on the fifteenth with deposits made into bank accounts that were, in turn, closed on the twentieth. We have seen this sort of behavior before, in victims of domestic violence, where the subject is escaping an abusive spouse through the help of an organization. It is our companies ethical position not to pursue such cases further.”“Sure,” Heath snarled at the email. “But you f-king charged me the full price.”He was tempted to throw the laptop against the wall in his frustration, but he gripped the table edge instead and blew out his breath, controlling the anger, turning the heat to ice, and focusing on the house around him t
The Pack's Triquetra Atrophy
Havermouth, Two Years Before The Rideten night club was overflowing with patrons, and Heath had to fight for the standing table where he could look out across the dance floor and keep an eye on Rhett, who was having a fantastic time with his co-workers celebrating the end of his apprenticeship and the purchase of his own shop in Havermouth. It was the happiest that Heath had seen him in a long time, and that thought pained him, but did not surprise him. The Triquetra pretended well, most of the time, however the waiting was slowly tearing them apart. They were spending less time together at the river house, and it often felt more like they were house mates than mates, as they rarely even shared a meal let alone a bed. Cameron was spending more and more time on the land now that he had graduated university, Rhett had thrown himself into getting as much experience as he could before starting his own shop, and Heath was working part time at the law firm he had purchased in Havermouth i
The Pack's Triquetra Charlotte's Pregnant
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe little Redbank tattoo parlour that had agreed to take him as an apprentice had many things that Rhett liked, and many that he didn’t. The shop was tiny, with a staircase to the second level which was so steep that it kicked in Rhett’s phobia about heights, and, whilst the workstations were brightly lit for the purpose of the artists, everywhere else was shadowy and pokey. The little kitchen could only fit one person at a time, and the toilet was so narrow that cleaning it (which was one of Rhett’s duties as an apprentice) was a bit like performing yoga in a box.Mostly he divided his time between manning the reception desk, doing clean-up of the workstations, and making drinks for the artists and customers, but on the slow days, the artists would take turns working with his sketches, and he would sit with his pants around his ankles on one of the chairs and practise on himself, upside down.If he produced a decent piece, one of the other artists, Matt
The Pack's Triquetra The Phone Call
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath left the final class of the year feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Just the exams left to do, and high school would be a thing of the past. He paused for a moment, his eyes adjusting from the artificial light of the classroom and his body to movement after two intense hours of mental activity as the teacher had taken the opportunity to run them through a practice exam.Cameron’s bright hair caught the sunlight over the heads of other students moving out into freedom. “Hey!” Cameron grinned as he headed over. “It’s done! We are free!”“Until exams,” Heath corrected. “And, then the pre-reading for university.”“Ugh,” Cameron’s groan of disgust was throaty. “Let me have at least today to enjoy the end of classes without filling my head up with more useless knowledge.”Heath slung his arm around Cameron’s shoulders. “Will you miss school?”“Nope,” Cameron leaned into Heath. “You?”“Nope,” Heath agreed. He gave Cameron’s shoulders
The Pack's Triquetra She Will Come Back
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron’s dreams were filled with chasing Aislen through the fields. He could see her just ahead of him, her dark hair bouncing with the motion of her run, the weeds catching on the skirt of her dress and dragging long scratches along her legs that she didn’t seem to notice. “Aislen!” He cried out. “Slow down!”He woke with a start to the echoes of his own voice. It wasn’t yet midnight and he was alone in bed. He pressed his face into the pillows, breathing in, seeking the scent of Rhett and Heath from the fabric, but it had been too long since they’d slept there, and the scent had faded beneath his own.He couldn’t remember ever having fought with either of them. It left him feeling off-balance, and unwell. He’d thrown himself into working the farm with his dad, trying to distract himself from the anguish of it. Jules hadn’t questioned why Cameron wasn’t going to school, studying, or spending time with the other two members of the Triquetra, although Cam
The Pack's Triquetra Falling Apart
Havermouth, Five Years Prior“I can’t go home - things are too bad with dad and he seems to be hanging around more than ever, and things are f-ked up with Aislen at home too, so I was thinking that Aislen and I could stay at the river house for a few days until we all find somewhere to rent in Havermouth. If we all go in to Aislen’s we can get her packed and out of there before her parents can do anything about it, right?” Rhett suggested, twisting in his seat to look from Heath to Cameron.“Sure,” Cameron leaned forward and gripped the front seats. “We can all stay at the river house. It will be fun.”“Exams next week,” Heath said softly, his heart sinking. “We should study more. But, sure, a few days at the river house won’t hurt. We can study during the daytime whilst there’s light.” What day would they take Aislen away, he wondered. Did she know that she was going to Rideten? Had that been why her suitcases had been under the bed?“Speak for yourself,” Rhett snorted. “I’m not f-ki
The Pack's Triquetra Losing Aislen
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAs dawn pinked the sky, Cameron scuffed the toe of his shoe through the dust that was all that remained of the grass where cows had been killed. Now that he knew what caused these patches, whenever he was by the river, his eyes were peeled for them, and he was surprised by how many there were – patches where nothing seemed to grow, which he’d always accepted as just being randomly barren spots because he’d grown up with their occurrence.“Don’t play in the dust,” Jules reprimanded as he returned to the Ute.“Why?” Cameron wondered. “It’s just dirt, dad.”“It’s still dead. I don’t trust it until it grows green again.”It made sense that Jules would think that way, Cameron thought stepping away from the patch. Jules' relationship to the land was other level, as Jules’ father and grandfather had been before him. Cameron loved the farm. He loved and respected the land, the river house, and the work. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else with his life, but h
The Pack's Triquetra Dr James' Surprise
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath fed some twigs into the ashes of the firepit knowing that below the layer of ash, there was enough heat to get the fire going again. They’d be grateful in the morning when they went to make coffee and breakfast if there were still hot coals, so he’d get the fire going again whilst Rhett got his drunk on, and then the three of them would go to bed, f-k it out, and get some sleep, he decided.Rhett winced his way through a swig of whiskey, drinking to the side of his mouth away from the piercing and then deliberately swishing the whiskey over the wound, using it as a disinfectant, the action betraying how much it was paining him and his concern over the damage. He met Heath’s eye and gave a little rueful shrug – there wasn’t much that he could do other than hope that it healed alright.Heath took the whiskey bottle from him and took a swig before returning it and leaning over to throw some logs onto the firepit as the kindling leapt into flame. “I got
