Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“I think it’s time we take this inside. I think we have taunted your werewolf lovers enough,” Talen decided to be straightforward and to see how she responded. It might lead to an awkward conversation, or simply open up the conversation, he reasoned. She was his mate, whether she knew it or not, and he needed to keep moving the relationship towards them both being fully informed.Morgana’s mouth dropped open, but her initial shock quickly became laughter and she relaxed against him. He felt the tension within him ease and wrapped his arms around her as she turned into him and pressed her face into his chest, lowering his face into her hair and breathing in the scent of her with a wide smile lifting his cheeks.He had been right. Morgana knew about the supernatural world. She was aware of what the pups were. He chuckled under his breath. In hindsight, on more than one occasion, she had less than subtly invited him to drink from her, so she knew what he was
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“So, these boys did not realize that you were important to them,” Talen turned his attention back to the conversation, and digging into the problems between his mates.“They didn’t know about me,” she explained. “The pack thought that I was a human. And…”“Humans are complicated,” he nodded slowly in revelation. “A bi-sexual polyandrous group with a human mate. Complicated is somewhat of an understatement,” he murmured to himself. Perhaps it was not going to be as difficult as he had thought. Such things could seem insurmountable to the young, and no obstacle to the older and wiser. With years of perspective, once they got past their injured pride and wounded hearts, they might find the road smoother than anticipated.“I didn’t understand, and they could not tell me without breaking their laws, and things between us…” She shook her head to indicate the relationships’ disintegration. “It started badly, and just became worse. The pack offered me a scholarshi
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeMorgana turned to kiss his cheek. “I know that he was murdered by the vampires of Zeus Forest Works,” she said with gentle understanding, absolving him of any guilt by association, and he was shocked silent. “He left a letter saying that he thought he would be, though he didn't know what they were. I have some things for you, on the kitchen table, that he put together....”There was a lot of unpack from that statement, he thought in bafflement, starting from the fact that Morgana thought that he sought to tell her that his people were responsible for her father’s death.He was certain that vampires were not responsible. Tony and Fatima would have told him, and it was not Sigrid’s style to fake an accident. It wasn’t any Concordian vampire’s style. They would have followed Patrick into a secluded location, ended his life, and put his body into an oubliette for removal. The Concordia had survived for as long as they had by having strict rules about disposing
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