Havermouth, Present Time
Talen had trussed Chris Errans up like a pig ready for the rotisserie, and Aislen enjoyed, very much, watching the man grunting, dragging air in through his broken and swollen nose as he was gagged, and squirming as if seeking relief from his predicament.
“Be careful of the broken glass.” Talen scooped her underwear up off the floor, shaking them free of glass shards, and his eyes hardened as he passed them to her, his hand stroking under her skirt. “Did he…?” He growled.
“No,” she assured him as she stepped into the panties and pulled them on. “He f-king tried though, the raping bastard. I kicked his balls so hard that I’m pretty sure they’re lodged in his throat, now, and he can taste his own come.”
“Good,” Talen’s search had discovered the bruise on her hip, and he shook his head, his glower darkening.
“I have a few lumps and bruises,” she admitted. “But I gave pretty good back, I think.”
“I agree,” he caressed her hair. “I am sorry,” he leaned forward until their foreheads touched. “I am sorry that I was not back sooner.”
“I had it handled,” she laid her palm on his cheek. “Mostly.”
“Admirably so,” he said with approval.
On the couch, Tyler groaned and sat up, his hand pressed to his head and his lips stained with Talen’s blood as he had force fed him a dose in order to chase the sedatives from his system. “What the f-k happened?” Tyler licked his lips and grimaced. “Why do I taste blood?”
“I dosed you,” Talen told him.
“Aww, f-k,” Tyler complained. “I’m going to have to get my ID changed again. Vampire blood,” he said seeing the look of confusion on Aislen’s face. “It’s better than plastic surgery for rejuvenation. Give it a couple of days, and you’ll see. Keeps us humans looking young and pretty.”
“Oh,” she was astonished and slid a look at Talen. “You didn’t mention that your blood comes with a facelift.”
Talen snorted. “Tyler overexaggerates.”
“I’m fifty-three,” Tyler told Aislen. “Does it look like an exaggeration to you?”
She raised her eyebrows. “No.”
“We should go,” Talen’s change of subject wasn’t discrete. “Tyler…”
“I’ll get out the bleach,” Tyler nodded. “I know the routine.”
“You do this often?” Aislen was astonished and starting to get a little worried.
In the heat of the moment, her mind flooded with Chris Arrens’ horrible thoughts, his memories of his violation of his daughter and the violence that had rendered Heather unable to live her own life, Aislen had been entirely prepared to kill the man. It had been killing him or be killed. Now though, with the fire cooling in her veins, she was less certain – killing someone was just… so permanent.
Not that he didn’t deserve it. Of all the minds she’d accidentally visited, Chris Arrens’ was definitely the most deserving of a terrible death. She just wasn’t entirely sure that she had the balls to deliver it.
“Over the decades, we’ve encountered some situations,” Tyler replied rising to his feet. “It’s just part of supernatural life. Don’t let it bother you. Start from the beginning, what did this sorry piece of shit do that makes him deserve to die?”
“He raped his daughter from the age of five until she left for college. She met a boy, fell in love, and when he realized that he was losing his control over her, and that she might press charges, he strangled her until she almost died. She suffered brain damage, and has to live in a care home, and he still…” She swallowed back bile, rediscovering the outraged anger. “He still goes and rapes her there.”
“And,” she continued looking down at the worm of a man on the ground. “As if that’s not bad enough, because he’s f-ked up, he worked his way into a leadership position of a group of parents who were sure that their daughters had been sexually assaulted. When my dad began compiling and organizing evidence, rather than just joining the meetings to vent his anger like the rest, Chris freaked out, certain that dad’s poking would discover what he had done.”
“Did he kill your father?” Talen’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at the man.
“No,” Aislen was certain that Chris had been truthful. “No. He would have though. Someone just beat him to it. His plan for today, seeing as I wasn’t stupid enough to just hand over the documents, was to break in, incapacitate me, and burn down the house with me in it. No evidence left, tragic accident, and no loose ends.” That made her angry enough to kick him again. “No loose ends! We’re f-king people you shit.”
“And the attacks upon the house?” Talen made no effort to prevent her from seeking her revenge on the bound man, but rested his hip against the kitchen bench, crossing his arms in an impressive display of bicep, and frowned down at him.
“Also, not him,” Aislen replied.
“Mhm,” Talen wasn’t happy. She could appreciate his annoyance. If Chris had been the cause of all her troubles, it would have made a nice, neat, tidy parcel, and they could have all relaxed. “Alright,” he pushed off the benchtop. “Let’s dispose of this problem. I’ll drive the Ute around the back.”
He walked down the narrow hall to the front door.
“You don’t have to worry,” Tyler said quietly. “Talen knows what to do and has the resources to take care of this arsehole. It will never come back to bite you. When Talen makes someone disappear, they stay disappeared.”
“That’s… A little scary,” she replied.
“Only if you’re on the wrong side of Talen,” Tyler pointed out. “And he adores you, Morgana. You are the mate that he has waited centuries for. Vampires are fanatical about finding the perfect mate, their missing piece. When that person comes along for them, they will stop at nothing in order to protect them.”
“You ever… you know,” she lifted an eyebrow. “Bumped nasties with him?”
Tyler sniggered. “Not my type. I like skinny pretty-boys with bratty attitudes,” he confessed. “Not that any of your men fit my description, but Rhett is probably close enough I’d have to think twice before I said no. I suspect, however, that not only would he prefer to be top, he’d out-brat my tolerances.”
Aislen laughed wryly. “Yeah, he’s a bitch,” she agreed. “But he’s worth the bad temper.”
Talen entered through the back door. “Okay?” He asked looking between her and Tyler.
“We were just discussing sexual preferences,” Tyler told him.
Talen hmphed his breath through his nose. “Tyler likes his lovers like little dogs, all snarly barks and bad tempers,” he told Aislen, and picked up Chris Arrens by his bindings, carrying him with ease to the door. “Sort of how I like my woman,” he chuckled. “A smart mouthed demon who I come home to find half drowning a man in the shower.”
“That’s me,” Aislen agreed. “But he deserved the drowning.”
“He did,” Talen agreed. “And we’ll finish off his bad day in the French way.”
“The French way,” she followed him out into the gravelled back garden. He tossed the bound man into the tray of the Ute as easily as if Chris Arrens was a suitcase, and with about as much care, before securing the tarp over top. “A guillotine?” She guessed.
Talen laughed. “Too fast. No. An oubliette.”
Havermouth, Eight Years BeforeHeath watched as Rhett and Cameron laughed, trading the bottle between them. The music thrummed through him, the pulse throbbing in an echo to his c-ck. He was oblivious to the party around them, to the scantily clad human girls in their miniskirts and mid-drift tops, to the laughter and shrieks.What would he do, Heath wondered, if Cameron turned his face just slightly towards Rhett, if Rhett leaned forward just a little…? If Rhett’s hand slid down from Cameron’s shoulder, over his chest and stomach, would Cameron lean back…?“F-k,” he muttered and adjusted his jeans. He was sitting in the middle of a house filled with humans and pack members, fantasizing about his best friend and the new boy getting it on. As he cast around desperately for a distraction, he saw Lauren Bascall enter the party with her best friend Alice Kelly.What would the senior alphas do? He asked himself. They would take what they needed and do what they wanted.He shoved up from th
Havermouth, Present TimeThe house looked sad, Cameron thought as he parked in front of it. It was too much house for just Jules Edison, his father being more focused on the land around it than the architect designed mansion. The curtains were drawn in the rooms that Cameron knew his father did not use, the internal doors shut as if in doing so Jules could shrink the house to something more manageable.Cameron had begged his father to employ a house cleaner and grounds keeper to maintain the property, but it was the Edison way, it seemed, to let their empty houses decay around them, to shut off what they didn’t need or want, and to focus entirely on what they did. It was, after all, what the Edisons had done to the river house. Simply closed the doors and walked away from it, and all the history that it contained. Jules had employed two new field hands instead. Cameron headed to the stables and found Tim mucking out. “Hey.”Tim looked up and grinned. “Hey. How’s your lady?”“She’s o
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen drove just out of town, deep into the forest that followed the contours of the hills, turning off the main roads onto dirt roads, and then from those to little winding tracks that were little more than two furrows carved into the undergrowth.He stopped at a gate and let the Ute idling whilst he went to open it. Aislen could see at the top of a hill a modern house that overlooked the forest. The front windows were mirror glazed, reflecting back the sky.“Where are we?” She asked Talen as he returned to the car. He left the gate open behind them, following the winding driveway, but turning away from where it rose up to the house.“Vampire safe house,” he told her. “New house up there, but there’s also the old farmhouse down here, along with a couple of smaller cottages.”They bounced along the track, and she imagined Chris Arrens being tossed around in the tray with malicious enjoyment. “What the f-k is an oubliette, daddy?”“It is called the Forgotten Ro
Havermouth, Eight Years Before“That one,” Rhett rested his elbow on his knee, and nodded his chin in the direction of a human girl walking by. On the grassy knoll behind them the cheerleaders shrieked as Rohan sprayed them with his water bottle held at groin level, gyrating towards them as if it were his c-ck. Rhett looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “Arsehole.”“She’s a bit… round,” Heath wrinkled his nose. He leaned slightly against Rhett as he tracked the girl with his eyes, and Rhett breathed in the scent of the other alpha, feeling it unfurl with him, heating through him until his c-ck leapt to life.F-k, Rhett thought. He wasn’t sure which alpha he found more attractive, Cameron or Heath, and sitting between them was f-king dangerous. He was pretty sure that they were straight, from the way they talked about sex with human girls constantly, and that his mum was right, and the pack was generally intolerant, which sucked, because Rhett had always known that he was open
Havermouth, Present TimeBy the time Heath and August walked back to the house, there were more cars parked in a neat line up of luxury and excess. The Merc belonged to Lilith Boyston, the BMW to Harry Ridgeway, and the Porsche was Phillip Salem’s.“Shit,” Heath muttered sliding a look at August who did not look surprised. “This is going to be fun.”August chuckled under his breath as they stepped onto the porch.Due to the number of werewolves present, the meeting had moved from the office to the dining room and as Heath and August made their way down the wide, luxurious hallway with its antique furniture, brightly threaded rugs, and grim-faced paintings, Heath could hear the angry voices silenced abruptly.“We will not overtalk each other,” Abigail announced calmly, her voice carrying. “We will discuss this like the civilized adults that we are. Yes, I am aware that there are a great number of incidents of concern at this time, but we will address them one at a time.”“I am sure tha
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
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
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