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The Mystery of Jules
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Somewhere outside of Rideten, Present TimeAfter the dragon demonstration, the reporters and their teams were a lot more respectful, Aislen noted smugly as their group made to return to the house. Talen started in the other direction, heading towards the sheds, and after a moment, she saw Rhett pick up his pace into a trot to fall into step with him.“Where are you going?” Addison was sharp-eyed.“We did offer to demonstrate how we feed, but it didn’t seem like there were any takers amongst you,” Talen said, pausing and raising an eyebrow. “So, we will speak to the werewolves and see if there are any volunteers amongst them.”“Let’s go inside,” Phillip encouraged the reporters and their teams, his eyes meeting Aislen and widening. He did not want emphasis placed on how they fed and didn’t approve of her suggestion to involve the reporters. She wondered where, precisely, he thought they were going to get the blood if not from the people around them. “Leave them to it.”“They will have
The Pack's Emissary Setting Up For The Night
Somewhere outside of Rideten, Present TimePhillip led the way into the rear of the house. Rhett glanced in at the bedrooms with curiosity. They were cluttered with suitcases and backpacks, and most had bunk beds. The house wasn’t lived in. It was clear it was kept for accommodation.“This is where everyone is sleeping?” He wondered and hoped that Talen found somewhere more private. His mate had left Rhett collecting the blood donations with a whispered explanation that had left Rhett disguising an awkward erection.“Some I imagine,” Phillip wasn’t interested. “There is a barrack in one of the sheds.”“Lovely,” Rhett wrinkled his nose. If they ended up in the barrack, there would be no tying Cameron down and making him bleed, as Talen had suggested. He’d been looking forward to that and knew his mate needed it from their conversation in the shower the night before.“Hmm. I have claimed my bunk,” Phillip replied. “You would be wise to do the same.”There was a bathroom to Rhett’s left,
The Pack's Emissary A Family Who Grooms Together…
Somewhere outside of Rideten, Present TimeThe garage door was open, and a 4WD was parked to the side. For a moment, Aislen paused, staring at the car. Her brain had come to associate modern black 4WDs with the Van Helsings. However, she realized that black must just be “non-descript” to whoever bought vehicles for armies, as this one had been parked inside of a werewolf garage.Past it, she could see that Talen and Heath had laid camp-bed mattresses out on the floor. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable of beds, with only the thin mattresses between them and the concrete, but it was better than nothing, and definitely better than sleeping somewhere squashed in with the werewolf soldiers or news crews.As they entered, she saw that Talen was inspecting several lengths of different types of rope, and she slid a look at Cameron, whose face was flushed as he began to make the bed.Rhett laid out some items on the workbench where Talen was placing the rope that met his approval – wooden sp
The Pack's Emissary Unprecedented Hybrids
Havermouth, Present Time Harry stirred as the door opened immediately alert to the intrusion although they registered that it was Sigrid, Meguitte, and Fatima who entered the bedroom. They eased away from Jules carefully, rising to cross the room to where a dressing gown was draped over a chair. They pulled it on before turning to where their sisters and the vampiress waited, their eyes discretely averted. “You can come in,” Harry told them. “You know I am not modest.” “You don’t possess a modest bone in your body,” Sigrid agreed, keeping her voice low as she led the way into the room. Fatima collected the empty cups of blood, and left, pulling the door closed behind her. Sigrid paused by the foot of the bed, looking down at the still-sleeping Jules, but Meguitte crossed to Harry. “Let me see,” she reached up toward their face, and they leaned down so that she could examine their eye, her fingers gentle and soothingly cool against their skin. “Oh, Harry,” she said softly, and they
The Pack's Emissary Tasty Policewomen
Havermouth, Present TimeAs Sigrid coated Jules’ hand with her blood before splinting and bandaging it, Meguitte took samples from Jules and Leighton and collected them into little zip-locked plastic bags. Nail clippings from Jules’ good hand, a lock of his hair (which Harry started to protest until she ruffled the brunette curls and the part she’d snipped disappeared in the disarray, swabs from his mouth, venom from his teeth, and a bag of blood.“Not too much,” Harry kept a sharp eye on the proceedings. “He needs blood, not to lose it.”“I know, Harry,” she said soothingly. “I won’t take more than I need.” She exchanged a look with Leighton of weary patience. “We don’t want to run out and have to draw more.”“He can feed from me,” Dan was watching from the ajar door. “Sigrid said that hybrid blood might help?”“From the wrist,” Harry didn’t like the idea but accepted it as it was best for Jules. They seemed to remember their manners as they added a belated. “Thank you.”Dan stood by
The Pack's Emissary Merciful Ends
Havermouth, Present TimeThe torture room stank of fear, sweat, and piss. One of the werewolf policewomen stood in a puddle, a look of resignation on her face. As they entered, Connery pulled a face and took a floral embroidered handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose. “Oof,” he complained. “Disgusting.”“Where did you get that?” Meguitte was amused. Only Connery would be able to source hand-embroidered handkerchiefs in the midst of a war.“Verina,” he told her. “It is an art form truly. I have another if you like, my love. They’re lavender-scented. Real lavender, not that artificial stuff humans use.”“I’m fine, but thank you,” she fought the urge to laugh at him.“Do vampires piss?” The werewolf Patience spat at them. “Do you shit? Do your muscles ache from being forced to stand for days against a wall in chains? Does your skin chafe, blister, and bleed? At least the Van Helsings cage their victims with bedpans and provide food and water. We are dying here, without dignity, a
The Pack's Emissary Puppy Play
Somewhere outside of Rideten, Present Time“Here,” Heath took the razor out of Cameron’s hand. “Let me…” He went to his knees on the cold tile, and Aislen placed her hand on his head for balance as he lifted her leg onto one thigh. He smoothed the shaving cream from ankle to knee and glanced up at her mischievously. “Should I call you Mistress Morgana?”She laughed, but the sound was hoarse in her throat. She wasn’t the only one getting turned on by their little grooming session, waves of eroticism tangled up in tenderness rolled off all four of her mates. As Heath began to shave her legs, she saw that Cameron was hard, his cock nudging against Rhett’s cheek as their dark-haired mate shaved him. Rhett was teasing him, deliberately turning his head so that his lips rubbed along Cameron’s length.Talen stepped up behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders to let her know that he was there before stroking down her arms and then up her rib cage to cup her breasts, his fingers pinching
The Pack's Emissary Water Pollution
The Mouth of the River, Present TimeThe Mer did not form war camps. They broke into squadrons, each tasked with a mission. Several squadrons might work together if the mission was large, but even then, they did not camp together, or form a central point of leadership.“We do not offer them a target this way,” Niarthen explained to Lyric as they followed the squadron they had been assigned to through the scrubland. They were weaving their way towards the river as they had been summoned to consult on the changes to the animal and plant life along it. “If a squadron is taken out, it does not affect the army. But if an army is taken out, it changes the war.”“An army?” She clarified as she picked her way along in his wake, letting him choose the path they took. Her vision since transforming to Mer was much improved, and she could see as well, if not better, in the dark of the night, as she could during the day, however, Niarthen’s big feet on the animal trails that wound through to the w
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