All Chapters of The Pack's Secret Keeper: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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, 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, 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, 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, Present Time Aislen woke pressed tightly against Talen’s chest with Cameron at her back snoring in her ear. Someone’s arm was draped over Talen’s waist, and Aislen guessed its owner to be Heath, remembering waking in similar positions in the past trapped between him and Cameron with Rhett gleefully occupying most of the mattress. She felt Talen press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Good morning, little demon,” he murmured. “Good morning, daddy.” For once it was actually morning, quite late in it as the sunshine that fell through the window was golden and rich. “Did you sleep alright?” “Hmm,” he chuckled. “Surprisingly well considering the lack of space.” “Me too,” she stroked her hand over his stomach muscles and closed over his c-ck. “You are well awake, daddy,” she purred. “I could take care of that for you.” He gripped her and rolled onto his back, carrying her with him so that she suddenly straddled him. Cameron snorted and opened an eye as he lost the support