All Chapters of The Pack's Vampire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeCaerin eased Isolte’s dress off her shoulders, and she crossed her arms over her chest defensively as she stood there in her shift, stockings, and shoes. Thaelen met Caerin’s eyes over her head, and gestured to her feet, so that Caerin knelt and removed her shoes and stockings one foot at a time whilst Thaelin stroked his hands up and down the bare skin of the woman’s arms, warming it with his touch and soothing her.He leaned over, brushing his lips along her shoulder, up the curve of her neck and felt her sigh, her head easing to the side and her posture relaxing. He placed his hands on her hips, letting her grow accustomed to being touched there, before stroking up to cup her breasts through the fabric, using his thumb and finger to stroke her nipples, whilst continuing to suck and kiss along her neck.Caerin watched, his ribs sucking with his heavy breathing, his c-ck hard.When the maid was relaxed against him, Thaelen lifted he

The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeAs they passed through the hallway, Thaelen stopped to tear the gates from the cells, releasing the prisoners within. Two gates down from the one where he had been contained, a young woman wrapped her bony, broken nailed fingers around the bars of her cell.“Do not forget me, vampire,” she whispered.“Meguitte,” Thaelen broke open the cell and caught the girl as she tumbled into his arms. She was as light and frail as tumbleweed. “What have they done to you?” He murmured, deeply disturbed by her condition. He could smell the blood on her in layers, old and new – many days of bleeding.“I want to die under the sky,” she pleaded.“Hmm. You will not die if I can prevent it,” he replied and turned to set her into Gera’s arms, but the human danced back in protest.“If she dies in my arms, I will be cursed!” Gera told him, eyes wide and head shaking.“If you do not carry her, we will all die, as I need to fight,” Thaelen growled, for he co

Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeRhett shifted suddenly, crouching against Heath’s side, and threading his fingers into Heath’s fur. “I can’t do this,” he said to Heath, his voice dark and frantic. “I can’t sit here and know that he’s f-king her. I’m going to… go find Cam. You can sit here if you want to, but I… I just can’t.” He shifted again and took off into the darkness.Heath hovered indecisively, torn between two upset mates, and his fascination for the vampire f-king Aislen, however, where Rhett could not stand to stay, Heath could not bear to go. Instead, he crossed the road and slunk his way along the side of the Ute and down the driveway until he was crouched in the overgrown honey-suckle that had swallowed the fence dividing the property from the neighbour’s.They were in Aislen’s bedroom. He caught a glimpse of the vampire, regally bare-chested, his face alight as he looked down at Aislen. It was the expression on the vampire’s face that tore the howl from Heath’s throat. Th

Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen parked his Ute out front of the farmhouse watching as Sigrid’s children scattered, slipping into the farmhouse and gardens, leaving her alone on the swinging chair. She set her book aside and rose to her bare feet, drifting across the grass to meet him as he retrieved the parcel from his front passenger seat, her hands fluttering out anxiously, and her expression rapt.“Oh, be careful, Thaelen,” she told him. “It’s fragile.”“What is it?” He asked as he passed it carefully to her.She didn’t answer, turning with her prize and heading into the farmhouse, leaving the door open behind her. He took it as an invitation, one that was rarely extended to him, but she was evidently pleased with him for retrieving her parcel enough to let him into her abode.He looked around with interest as they entered. It was very much as it had been since he had last been inside, the furniture unchanged in two hundred years, and lit by candles and the fire. It was clean,

Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeRhett parked at the rear of his shop, and they walked to the Carter house in a nervous silence, trying to keep their pace and body language casual, but their footsteps quickening in pace with their heartbeats.At the Carter house, they slunk around to the gravel covered back yard, pressing tight to the honeysuckle draped fence past Aislen’s car, and then rounding the bonnet to toe the garden edging to the back door.Heath had worried about whether to try to swap cars, but he couldn’t hire anything without leaving a paper trail and borrowing from someone would just raise questions about why – however the solution was parked in the drive as they’d hoped it would be. Aislen’s car.His heart raced, and his palms were slippery as he unlocked the back door and they stepped into Aislen’s domain.Cameron breathed in the moment that they closed the door behind them. “Oh, god, I could get off on just the scent of her,” he said thickly. “So good.”“Not just her,” H