The Pack's Dragon

Trayrock, A few days after the storm“I don’t think that you understand,” the woman was furious, tapping the toe of her high heel on the sidewalk in a rapid staccato. “I have a very important appointment in Rideten. It has taken six months to get this appointment and I get charged whether I attend or not.”“Tiff,” her husband murmured, his hand on her elbow and demeanour pleading. “It’s for public safety.”“They can’t keep us prisoner here,” Tiff shook her elbow free of his grip in order to prod her finger into the chest of the NES officer. “It’s been a week already and there’s still no power, no internet, and the phone connections are in and out in and out… I can’t even call my daughter in Havermouth, and it’s just a short drive from here! Not that I can drive to see her, because all the roads are blocked, either by your men or the flood, and I want to know what you’re doing about it!”Lyric adjusted her grip on the cardboard box of supplies she was carrying to her car. The local sho

Trayrock, A few days after the storm“Okay,” Lyric panted as she and the man staggered to the front door, and he braced his hands against the frame. “Almost there. Just a little further.” She closed the door behind them, as they made it into the hallway.The blanket had slipped, draping down to reveal that his back was bleeding again and that he had a fantastic arse on him. She pulled the blanket back up hastily, keeping her eyes averted, and definitely not giving in to the urge to see if the front was as well proportioned.He was not steady on his feet, swaying from wall to wall drunkenly, and she desperately clutched the blanket to him, feeling skin against the palm of her hand. He stilled, breathing heavily from his efforts, and turned his head to look down at her, his eyes glowing and his nostrils flaring.“Sorry,” she removed her hand from his chest.He did not move, nor did he break eye contact.Her heart hammered against her ribs. For a moment, she was so certain that he would

Trayrock, A few days after the stormLyric muted the alarms that triggered as the 4WD picked it’s way through the fields, finding the tracks worn into the grasses, pausing so one of the men could get out to open the gates. Their arrival was inevitable.She needed to keep them out of the cottage. The room of monitors would start questions that she didn’t want to answer, and she had a merman in her bathtub.“Fucking hell,” she opened the draw and took out the handgun within it, checking that it was loaded although she knew that it was, before putting the safety on and hooking it into the back of her jeans.She grabbed the shotgun by the front door as she stepped out onto the porch, setting it into the bushes near the steps where she could retrieve it if she needed but it wouldn’t be immediately in sight. She began to pick garbage blown in by the storm out of the garden, creating a pile weighted beneath a broken brick, trying to ignore her racing heart.The sound of the engine broke thro

Trayrock, A few days after the storm“It is a tomb,” the merman announced as they entered the bunker.It wasn’t too far from the truth, Lyric admitted to herself. And her fear that it would, indeed, become a tomb was one of the reasons that she would be leaving with him in the morning. The main reason, she told herself, firmly. It was the main reason.“It is safe,” she told him. “Hidden, protected, and has everything that a person needs to survive for some time.”“You knew,” he frowned at her. “To have a place like this, you knew to prepare for whatever disaster has happened to the water.”“My father believed that something was going to happen, and he made the bunker because of that,” she told him.“This… religious group,” he nodded slowly. “Continuing the old wars.”“The old wars?” She put water to boil on the stovetop. “I’m not much of a cook,” she told him. “And I’m not sure what you eat.”He sat on one of the bar stools on the other side of the table. “This food does not look fami

Trayrock, A few days after the stormNiarthen stepped her into the narrow passage between the bunk beds and locker, before turning, folding his big body down into the bottom bunk, and drawing her down with him so that her back was against him, and his arm was beneath her cheek. It was a tight fit, and the bunk was not long enough for him, but his bent knees parted hers, and he smoothed his hand down her sternum, over her stomach, before lifting her topmost leg over his.His cheek rested on hers, and his hair tumbled over them both. He pressed little butterflies of kisses against her skin in between almost panted breaths as his hand stroked up to cup her breast, taking the weight of it as his thumb explored her nipple.She arched against him, pressing her breast into his hold, her hand reaching back to grip his hip, pulling his body tighter to hers, feeling his cock against her arse and rubbing against it wantonly. He stroked his hand down over her rib cage, over her stomach, and prove