Havermouth, Eight Years Before
Heath 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 the couch and wove his way to where the two girls clutched their plastic cups of flat beer and tried to discourage the advances of Guy Barnham and his friend Nathan Lowe. “F-k off,” Heath snarled at the two human boys. “You’re bothering the girls.”
“But, man,” Guy protested.
“F-king hell, Heath,” Nathan was more assertive. “Who do you think you are? This is my f-king house.”
“Would you rather talk to these two losers,” Heath asked the girls. “Or come sit with me, Cameron and Rhett?”
Lauren bit her bottom lip, her eyes wide as she rolled them to Alice. “With you,” she breathed out. Having Heath Gale come to her rescue and invite her to sit with his group was like being Cinderella and being given an invite to the ball.
“See,” Heath said to Nathan smugly. “Now f-k off. They’re with us.”
The two human boys retreated unhappily, and Heath herded the two girls over to where Cameron and Rhett sat watching with interest. “Lauran and Alice are going to sit with us,” Heath told them, his smile predatory as he met Rhett’s eyes and raised his eyebrow.
Rhett grinned back conspiratorially.
As the girls sat with them, Rhett offered them his cigarettes, leaning into Lauren as he lit hers, his lips brushing her cheek so that she flushed. Heath breathed in the warm scent of heady pheromones that rose from the two girls. They wanted to be f-ked, he told himself. Look at them in their short skirts and clinging tops – they had come out deliberately dressed begging to be taken, he was doing them a favor by giving them what they wanted…
He met Rhett’s eyes and looked at Cameron who, flirting with Alice, did not notice, before indicating with his head back into the house, where the bedrooms were. Rhett’s smile was sensual, and he nodded slightly before turning his head and whispering something into Lauren’s ear. Heath saw her shiver as her skin sensitized under Rhett’s breath, her nipples tightening and pricking at the fabric of her top.
They brought the bottle with them as they moved down the hall, Heath greeting those that he knew as he led the way, brushing his lips over the cheeks of the girls and clasping hands with the guys. He opened the door into the master bedroom, startling a group with a bucket bong.
“F-k off,” he indicated out with his head, and they left without arguing as Rhett and Cameron, Lauren and Alice tumbled through the door. Rhett kissed Lauren, his long fingers in her hair. Heath took the bottle from Cameron’s fingers and took a swig, letting the alcohol burn through him as he caged Alice between them.
He cupped her breast, teasing her nipple through the fabric as he kissed down the line of her neck. She had applied a perfume to the pulse point, the stink of it sharp in his nose, and the taste of it bitter against the alcohol, drying the surface of his tongue.
Cameron leaned back to lift her top off, his eyes meeting Heath’s over her shoulder, the pupils dilated within the blue, fear and excitement at war. Heath stroked his hands down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her skirt and sending it and her underwear down whilst Cameron fumbled at her bra.
They stripped the girl to her skin between them.
Heath saw Rhett take Lauren down onto the bed, his hands scooping up her skirt. The dark-haired boy groaned against her neck as he kissed down her throat, and the tear of her underwear left a welt on her hip and caused her to cry out in surprise.
“Together?” Cameron asked him, breathlessly, seeking reassurance.
Heath’s smile was hot with pleasure. This would work, he told himself. This was okay – he could have Cameron, in a way that wouldn’t cause any rumors, just alphas being alphas and f-king the human girls. “Yeah.”
“What?” Alice said uncertainly.
“Don’t worry,” Heath purred into her ear as he freed his c-ck from his jeans. “Cameron’s going to f-k you. You want him to f-k you, don’t you?”
“I… I guess,” she was hesitant in the moment.
Heath sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hips towards him. The penetration was easier than he remembered with the other girl, Alice’s body giving to his without more than a gasp of surprise from her. F-k, her heated slickness around him felt good, making him wonder what had been wrong with the other girl…
“Cam,” he said thickly, holding the girl down to him with one arm and gesturing for Cameron to come to them. “It’s alright,” he added meeting Cam’s anxious eyes. “Trust me.”
Cam freed his c-ck and Heath moaned, pressing his mouth against Alice’s neck. Cam’s c-ck was a work of art framed by dark red pubic hair, erotic and exotic, an odd contrast of masculinity and vulnerability. Heath’s breath sighed from him.
Cameron was alpha enough not to want to ask how to proceed, but his eyes met Heath’s again, and Heath could read the uncertainty in them. He gestured with his hand and reached out, closing over Cameron’s c-ck as he leaned over Alice and Heath. The position put Heath and Cameron’s lips within kissing distance, and their eyes locked as Heath stroked over Cameron’s c-ck, a caress disguised as positioning him against Alice.
“Thrust,” Heath breathed out, his lips grazing Cameron’s, and Cameron grunted as he obeyed, his eyes losing focus. “Yeah,” Heath groaned as Alice’s c-nt gave to them. He could feel the confusing soft hardness of Cameron’s c-ck skin slick against his and groaned under the pressure at the same time as Cameron moaned.
The human girl between them protested, her hands closing over Cameron’s shoulders.
Cameron’s instinct took over, the russet haired werewolf thrusting with wild abandon and erratic motion, his breath heaving from him and his skin dewing with sweat, his eyes unfocused, his gaze inward. Heath arched his hips into the girl, but his motion was a token effort, his body mesmerized by the sensual experience of Cameron’s c-ck sliding against his own, trapped and pressed together within the human vessel trapped between them.
They weren’t f-king the girl, Heath thought as Cameron’s eyes focused on his. They were f-king each other through the girl.
Cameron cried out, and Heath felt the sparking surge through his balls, groaning at the flooding heat of their mingled come.
Cameron collapsed heavily onto the girl, grinding into the last throes of his orgasm, causing the girl to whimper, a sound echoed by the other girl, Lauren, turning Heath’s head to look as Rhett threw his head back, his eyes closing as he came.
Lauren’s face crumpled, reminding Heath of the other girl he had f-ked and her regretful tears. Rhett rolled off of Lauren, onto his back, his c-ck slick with slime, pale against the darkness of his pubic hair, still hard, milky white come gathered in an unshed drip on the slit. “F-ck,” he groaned as Lauren hastily covered herself with her skirt and searched around the bed for the remains of her underwear, discovering them torn beyond repair and shoving them into her pocket.
“Alice,” she whispered.
Alice shoved at Cameron. “Get off me,” she was embarrassed and upset.
“Whatever,” Cameron was smug in the aftermath. “You were f-king lousy anyway.” He rolled to his side and the girl pulled herself from Heath, her warmth replaced by cold air against his c-ck, causing him to suck in his breath. “Take it easy,” Cameron complained on Heath’s behalf. “Just because you’re all prudish after being f-ked by two men, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on us.”
“You…” Alice gasped. “I… I didn’t…”
“You f-king well did,” Heath smirked. “You f-king well took two of us and loved it.”
“You are arseholes,” Lauren spat at them, putting her arm around her friend. “That is assault. Everything that happened in this room was assault. We didn’t consent…”
“Buyer’s remorse,” Rhett drawled. “Good luck with that. My dad’s a lawyer and you can’t revoke consent after sex. It’s before, or during, or tough luck. There’s two of you, and the three of us will witness that you were begging for it. So, f-k off, and don’t come near us again.”
“F-king whores,” Cameron agreed.
“You’re out,” Heath told them. “Good luck at school tomorrow. No one’s going to want shit to do with you. Ugly sluts.”
The three alphas laughed as the crying girls fled the room.
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
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron picked up a couple of wraps from the gourmet sandwich shop in town, picking the most unusual sounding option on the menu for Rhett as the prissy arsehole would never be content with a steak and salad wrap like Cameron bought for himself.“What’s in that again?” He asked.“It’s a kale salad with raspberry, blueberry, strawberry, almonds, pepitas, sunflower seeds, and grape tomatoes served with grilled chicken, in a beetroot wrap,” the girl replied with a hint of attitude.Cameron gave her the side eye. He knew her face. “We f-ked once, didn’t we?” He said, and she flushed, shoving the cardboard boxes across to him. He grinned. “Yeah, I remember. Valerie, wasn’t it?”“You’re an arse,” she muttered under her breath.“Something wrong?” The shop owner, Ben Hammond, caught the comment. “Everything alright, Cam?” He asked, pleasantly.“Yeah, all’s good,” Cameron replied easily. He wasn’t about to cost the girl her job, but he’d damned well make sure that ever