All Chapters of The Pack's Triquetra: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath sat in the driver’s seat of his car and assembled the chastity belt and vibrator. “F-k,” he murmured as he worked out how to buckle the pieces together. It would spoil the effect if he fumbled, he needed to be confident with how it operated, with how each piece went together, before he clicked the lock shut.He was f-king hard imagining it on Aislen.He blew out a breath as he finished the assembly, confident that he knew how it went on, his mind going to how to get her to put it on. Control her, his father had demanded. The weight of that conversation was heavy on Heath’s shoulders. No one had stated what would happen if Heath failed, but he knew it.Aislen would disappear. The pack would make her disappear. Maybe they would kill her, or maybe they’d pay to transfer her family to another country, to somewhere else… somewhere beyond the Triquetra’s reach. If Heath did not control her, the pack would take her away.They didn’t know, he told himself i

Havermouth, Present Time“Is it?” Aislen grinned and pressed a kiss to Talen’s chest before rolling suddenly to cover Cameron, startling him as she straddled him and began to press kisses to his face. He kept his eyes closed and grinned, delighting in her playful affection, his heart swelling with joy as he closed his hands on her hips and stroked up exploring the smooth, curved texture of her as she trailed her hair over his face.He opened his eyes, unable to resist but to look at her and she grinned from within the wild cloud of her hair, before leaning down to kiss his nose. She met his eyes, her hands on his chest, and rubbed the tip of her nose against his. “I love you,” she whispered.“I love you too,” he replied, and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him. She kissed his neck, sucking a hickey into being, before teasing his earlobe with her tongue.“I am going to make love to you, Cameron,” she whispered into his ear. “I am going to kiss every inch of you.”“Oh god,”

Havermouth, Present TimeHeath cried out as he came, angling his last thrusts against Cameron’s prostate, tipping him over the edge. Cameron felt the slight burn as he came, reminding him of how well Talen had f-ked him with the sounding rods the night before. His come struck in warm splatters over his stomach and Heath collapsed into it, smearing it between them.“I have so much come on me,” Cameron laughed under his breath.“F-k,” Heath groaned. “We’ve f-ked so much recently, I have pulled a muscle in my back.” Cameron reached around and rubbed over Heath’s shoulders until his mate groaned. “Oh, yeah, there. Hmm, that’s good, thanks,” his lips tickled Cameron’s neck as he spoke. “I’ll do a workout and soak it out properly a bit later. So… How are you going to tell your dad?”“I tell him in person,” Cameron decided. “I should go check on him anyway.”“Did you want me to come?”Cameron was touched by the offer. He brushed a kiss into Heath’s hair. “Thanks, but nah, I’ll do it by mysel

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAll three were stoned and stinking of sex, Heath thought, as they staggered back into the school and made for the grassy knoll. They polished off the contents of their packed lunches, trading between them what each other liked, whilst they waited for the bell to go.With their trust funds officially released into their control on their eighteenth birthdays and supplemented by generous allowances from their parents, most of the werewolf teenagers had the ability to buy their meals, either from the school cafeteria or by driving into town and stopping by one of the cafes. The Triquetra did when they had stayed at the river house the night before, which was becoming more and more frequent, but packed lunches were more convenient.The werewolf mothers went to extreme efforts to make their teenager’s packed lunches stand out – Rohan’s mother sent him with rice shaped like animals and detailed with contrasting black rice grains, Lillian’s lunch box contained fr

Havermouth Five Years BeforeHeath signalled to Rhett, who hauled Aislen up off the grass, and towards the cars. Cameron hesitated for a moment, caught between his mates.“Go. I got this,” Heath told him as the party realized that the cops were there and suddenly exploded outwards, through doors, through windows, the neighboring gardens and street filling with fleeing teenagers whilst the police officers stood in the garden gate looking around them in resignation.Both police officers were werewolf and their eyes fixed on Heath with oily sheen.“Mr Gale,” the more senior of the two sighed. “Want to brief us? We’ve been called out on a noise complaint.”Heath shrugged and put his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels casually. “A study group taking a break, Constable. Played our music too loudly for the neighbours. We’ll all head off now, and they’ll have nothing to complain about. There’s no reason to go inside.”“Mr Gale,” the man raised his eyebrows. “If we leave without che