All Chapters of The Pack's Rebels: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Havermouth, Present Time“Come here little demon,” Talen sat with his back against the wall and patted his lap and Cameron scooped Aislen up in his arms, crawling the couple of steps to deposit her onto Talen’s lap. Talen stroked his cheek against hers, the bristles that were firmly taking hold of his jaw, slowly turning him back into the man that she had originally met in the pub in what felt so long ago, biting into her skin like miniature vampire teeth, seeking blood.“You’re all raspy, daddy,” she teased him, and he chuckled under his breath. He hooked her knees hooked just above his, spreading her thighs, and encouraging her to lean back against his chest. Cameron did not miss the opportunity sliding forward on his stomach as sinuous and leanly muscled as a snake, kissing his way up her inner thighs as he nudged their legs wider with his shoulders.The contact with both of her mates flooded her mind with their thoughts, and she welcomed their presence as she had in the car. Separ

Havermouth, Present TimeHarry tossed their hair back, rising over Jules in a glory of gold and muscle as they straddled his hips, pinning Jules’ c-ck against his body and grinding into it. Jules moaned, stroking his hands up Harry’s thighs and closing his hand over Harry’s c-ck. Harry laughed, a delighted, breathless sound the rang in the room and they closed their hand over Jules’ gently guiding him and sharing their pleasure.Jules’ was awash in sensation. Harry’s balls were a soft heavy weight on his own and the undersides of their c-cks were pressed tightly together with every rock of Harry’s hips as they rode Jules like a horse, the muscles in their thighs shifting with the movement, and the tails of their hair brushing over Jules’ skin as they lifted their jaw, eyes closing, decadently revelling in their bodies together.There was a tube of lube on the mattress next to Jules’ chest, Harry having generously applied it between them both, the cold of it and the playful grin on Har

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeIt took time to organize for a royal courtship, Thaelen discovered. Having negotiated the finer points of agreement should Thaelen accept a marriage with Greibron and one of Greibron’s eligible princesses with him, such as trade agreements, borders, dispute resolution, a dowry, and a bride price - which was basically an exchange of gifts between Thaelen and Queen Mariphine - then the courtship itself had to be arranged and orchestrated.A royal artist was sent from Greibron to paint Thaelen’s portrait, and Sigrid sent their own artists back to paint the daughters of Mariphine so that Thaelen could determine which was more to his liking. They would then correspond in writing, sending each other gifts and tokens from their lands to create affection and esteem, before finally travelling to meet one another in person.It was agreed that the meeting would take place in what they had determined would be considered neutral territory, between the base of

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen threw back his head and laughed as Harithen stole the flag at the top of the pole, winning the challenge for his team to a roar of approval from the onlookers. He leaned back onto the arm of his throne as the game ended. “He is quite the game player,” he observed to Freanya who was keeping him company during the event.“Harry has always enjoyed games,” Freanya replied turning to look at him as the players congratulated each other. “But he does not always play fair.”“Hmm,” Thaelen was not paying attention, his eyes on the beautiful Harithen. He rose to his feet as the players approached the dais and stepped forward to lean against the elaborately carved balustrade that encircled the platform that had been raised to afford the royal onlookers the best view of the field below.Sigrid, hovering in attendance, brought over the chest with the prizes, standing beside him as he greeted them. He could feel her disapproval rolling off her in waves,

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen paused, his hand on the ties of his coat. Things had been going so well with Freanya and he’d felt hopeful about the union with Greibron for the first time since meeting the princesses. He was entirely certain that if she found out that he had f-ked her brother, there would be trouble down the line. He’d seen the mess that indiscreetly taking lovers left behind too frequently and did his utmost to avoid the situation.And yet… He wanted the man as he could not remember wanting anyone, ever, and that had to mean something.“Were you discrete?” He asked as he undid the ties and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it over the back of a chair so that it would dry overnight.“Of course. It’s not the first time I’ve bribed my way into a lover’s bed,” Harithen rose smoothly to his bare feet. Even his feet were beautiful, long and lean, with neatly maintained nails, Thaelen observed as he watched him walk across the bed and step down.They were reall