Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“Hmm, good,” Talen kissed the crown of her head, and took a breath to control himself. Leave it there, Talen, he cautioned himself. Change the subject, tackle the harder aspects of the relationship when she’d had time to adjust and accept, and think it through for herself. “Let us have a glass of wine to celebrate our agreement and look at whatever you have on Zeus.”“Sounds good… So, the vitamins and food aren’t to fatten me up to be your blood slave?” She added as they walked down the hallway towards the kitchen hand in hand.He smothered his laughter. “The vitamins and food were because I had a look in the refrigerator. Anyone who, after a week of living here, had a fridge that bare, wasn’t eating a balanced diet. I have other resources for sustenance,” he clarified, his eyes flicking to her face, trying to judge her thoughts. He was nervous, he thought with amusement. Over a thousand years old and sweating over what a girl thought about him like an ado
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeThe Triquetra had agreed that they wouldn’t crowd Aislen or force a confrontation with the vampire by parking in the driveway but would just keep an eye on her in wolf form, and so Cameron drove the Ute past Aislen’s house on a round-about journey to the graveyard. Heath twisted in his seat as they went by keeping his eyes on the house for as long as possible.The vampire’s Ute wasn’t there.Heath exchanged a look with Rhett. “It’s still early.”He wasn’t sure, he added to himself, whether he was hoping that the vampire would come, or not come. He remembered the way the big man had dragged him across the gravel by his throat as if Heath was as light as a thistle, and as dainty as… well, Aislen. His heart raced and his c-ck ached. F-k, he’d liked it in a big way, and a part of him wanted the vampire’s hands on him again.He felt his cheeks heat but Cameron parking at the graveyard gave him cover for his embarrassment, as he slid out of the car and began to
Havermouth, Two Weeks beforeCameron was snoring in Rhett’s ear.His red-haired mate was draped over his back, pushing Rhett to the very edge of the mattress. Rhett contemplated shoving him off and making him roll back to the other side, but, truthfully, the press of Cameron’s naked body against his, the rise and fall of Cameron’s chest against his back, the perfect way that Cameron’s stomach moulded to Rhett’s arse, and the flop of Cameron’s c-ck against the back of his thigh was simply too pleasant. Rhett was warm, comfortable, and decided that he was could put up with the snoring in order to have the rest.It was sort of cute, he admitted to himself. There was a complete abandonment of body when Cameron slept, a childlike innocence to it.And, f-k, as much as he always grumbled about it, he liked having his mate in bed with him.He cracked open an eye as the bedroom door opened and watched Heath tiptoe across the room, pausing to undress, before getting into the ample space left be
Havermouth, Two Weeks before“F-k me,” Aislen grumbled under her breath as Rhett closed the distance between them until he could feel the heat of her body against his, and breathe in the elixir of her scent. Did she smell even better today? He wondered as he filled his lungs with her, his blood heating and his c-ck stirring. F-k he wanted to take her somewhere private and show her all the ways that he could make her moan.“It’s not the best location for that,” he laughed under his breath.“I’ll just… go get the trolley,” the human woman with Aislen was like a rabbit recognising the wolf lurking in the shadows, he thought, as she backed away from where he and Aislen stood. The clerk had disappeared, abandoning trolley and step stool.Aislen looked up at him, her pupils dilating, reminding him of Cameron’s pleasure-blown pupils. Yes, exactly, his c-ck agreed emphatically. Down boy, Rhett reprimanded his libido, we’re doing things differently, showing Aislen that we can do better.“What
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeHeath and Cameron had wasted no time, Rhett saw with approval. By the time they’d paid for the paint, loaded it into the cars, and navigated the Havermouth traffic to Aislen’s father’s house, he saw Cameron’s Ute pulling up down the street, beneath the trees on the opposite side of the road to Aislen’s house, where they had been spending a lot of nights watching in wolf form.Aislen and June pulled up in the driveway and spoke for a moment in the car before getting out. He kept an eye on them as he popped the boot and began to unload the paint cans there onto the sidewalk.Cam and Heath carried the ladders with them as they crossed the road. Cam, being Cam, also carried the painting toolbox from their renovations on the river house in one hand. Both of his mates were ruffled and rumpled from bed and Rhett could smell the sex on their skin when they drew close.“You made good time,” he said, picking up two of the heavy paint cans and leading the way across
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before “That’s a very full bed,” Rhett said to Heath and Cameron felt his heart pick up, racing inside of his chest and echoing as a pulse through his c-ck. Rhett and Heath thought the vampire was their mate, too. Cameron pictured the vampire as he had been the night before and imagined sinking his fingers into the man’s thick golden hair, feeling the brush of his beard against his c-ck, and he shivered at the fission that crossed his skin. If the man was their mate, that made it okay that Cameron wanted to feel his skin against his, didn’t it? He wondered. It didn’t feel wrong, anyway. He saw Rhett and Heath exchange a look and realized that they had planned something between them whilst he’d been distracted by his c-ck and his daydreams of f-king the vampire. “You’re making assumptions, that you three get to be in my bed,” Aislen said. “No,” she added holding up a finger to stall Heath as his mouth opened. “You are here to paint, not to f-k. I am still mad a
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte was a prisoner. Again.Logan refused to call it that, and she had given up arguing the point with him.During the day, he cuffed her wrists and ankles, to prevent her from escaping and she was used to their hinderance to her movements. Logan bandaged her wrists and ankles with cloth to protect her skin, but even with the bandages, the constant restraints left their mark behind in layers of bruising.At night, Logan would chain her to the bed – by one wrist whilst they f-ked, and then by two attached to the side of the bed, holding her to her side, facing away from him. She knew it was because he feared that she would bite him whilst he slept. She no longer believed him that he didn’t want her to bite him because he feared passing the Lycanism along, though that certainly was part of the reason.The truth was that he feared that she would try to kill him because he feared the supernatural, despite being one. In Logan’s mind, however, he was a human in
Havermouth, Present TimeLogan returned late into the night and dismissed Lark, before undressing the darkness and sliding into the bed behind Meguitte. His hand stroked up under her top, cupping her breast as he cupped her body in his and kissed along the line of her shoulder.“Meg,” he murmured. “Are you awake?”It was tempting to play at sleep, but she knew that he wouldn’t believe her, and doing so would betray just how furious she was with him. If he suspected the depth of her anger, he would never trust her enough to relax the guard around her.“No.”He sat up in the darkness and took off the key that he wore around his neck, releasing the cuff around one of her wrists, and those around her ankles. She rolled onto her back, well used to the routine, and he opened the buttons down the bodice of her dress to reveal her breasts, her nipples pebbling beneath the caress of his fingers.Did he touch them like that? The other women? The thought popped into her mind, and the grief of it