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The Pack's Secret Keeper Sheaths
Havermouth, Present TimeAs Rhett’s room reflected his gothic tastes, and Cameron’s his country farm tastes, Heath’s room was entirely him. Sleek polished surfaces, no clutter, expensive and designer. His bed, like Rhett’s, was a four poster, but square and spare. He had chosen a four poster she saw, swallowing hard, in order to use the poles to mount the restraints. Each pole had several fixtures, from finger-thick metal loops to black rope already tied into place. Next to the bed was a glass-topped table, upon which was laid a wide array of sex toys.Heath’s sexual interests were unapologetically on display. “I guess you don’t have a house cleaner,” she observed. “Or visitors.”“No cleaner,” he opened the door into the bathroom. “And no visitors that would be invited into my bedroom.”The bathroom was tiled in glossy white subway tiles with black grout. The tapware was black, and the porcelain was white. The floor was a patterned black tile in style with the heritage of the house,
The Pack's Secret Keeper Orgy
Havermouth, Five Years Before“I’m not…” She swallowed. “I’m not sure what to do.” It had always been them doing things to her, not the reverse, she thought. “Whatever you want to,” Heath invited. “He’s not going to stop you. That’s how this work. We do to each other what we want to do, and everyone gets off.”“Over and over again,” Cameron murmured, his eyes almost closed and his body relaxed, entranced by Heath’s hands on him, as Aislen often found herself mesmerized when the Triquetra touched her. But there was a trust between Cameron and Heath that she didn’t hold for any member of the Triquetra, she thought. “Bite my nipples,” he breathed out. “You heard him,” Heath’s voice was dark with lust. “Bite his nipples, Aislen.”Aislen slid her hands up Cameron’s chest, and the down over his shoulders, feeling the flow of his muscle beneath his skin, before pressing her lips to his collar bone. His c-ck nudged against her stomach, and Heath deliberately rubbed the tip against her with
The Pack's Secret Keeper I Will Not Fail Again
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath was pleased enough with Aislen’s behavior to feed her in the farmhouse style kitchen with its polished wooden benchtops, and shaker profile doors painted a soft moss green. The Triquetra had opened up the rear of the house, and put in French doors onto the balcony, so that light streamed in. There were comfortable natural-toned leather couches and a TV on one side, and a vintage dining table in distressed white paint, complete with gothic styled Queen Anne chairs upholstered in dark grey. The lighting was twisted wrought iron chandeliers, and the fridge and appliances were top of the range and expensive. It was a blend of all three men, she thought, and it worked, each detail complimenting and offsetting the other, a bit like the Triquetra themselves… Though, there was tension and dissent in the Triquetra’s relationship as was demonstrated when Rhett called Heath out of the kitchen. They had been arguing somewhere else in the house, out of sight but no
The Pack's Secret Keeper Friday Night At The River House
Havermouth, Five Years in the PastThey swam after sex and then lay lazily on the balcony with the sun warm on their bare skin. There was a decadence, Aislen thought, to being wet and naked in the sunshine with three of the most gorgeous and popular boys from High School. Heath lay on his stomach with his head cushioned on his folded hands and his face turned towards Rhett, his eyes closed, and beyond and over him, Cameron sprawled like a doll dropped from height, one leg and arm on Heath’s back, his face pressed into Heath’s side, snoring slightly.Her head was cushioned on Rhett’s bicep and with her hand on his chest she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart. He was almost asleep, his thoughts drifting off into fuzz whenever he slipped closer to slumber - sex, swimming, more of Cameron’s muffins and alcohol creating a cocktail that combined with the warm sunshine and peacefulness of the location was perfect for sleeping off.Her position gave Aislen the opportunity to look at h
The Pack's Secret Keeper Into The River
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen watched the birds eat from a bird feeder suspended off the balcony outside Rhett’s window. Of course he would have placed one there so that he could sit at the desk and draw them, she thought. It was precisely what she would have done if it were her room. Watching them now helped take her mind off the tattoo.She wished that she could say that she was getting used to the pain, but it seemed whenever she found a level of comfort, Rhett would find a new and painful spot. “I am done with the outline,” he said, leaning back and setting the tattoo gun down on the plastic wrapped tray. “I’ll just apply the ointment and bandages…” She sighed in relief and rose from the chair, stretching out and rolling her head on her neck as he went to the bathroom and rummaged in the drawers before returning. She felt his breath on her skin as he smoothed the ointment over the tattoo, his pride in his artwork tainted by his misery. (Would he ever be able to look at it with
The Pack's Secret Keeper Heath
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAislen was breathing heavy, her chest tight and her heart racing. Heath was unpredictable. She never knew what would happen when he was around. Would he ridicule her in front of others? Would he produce a strange sex toy? Would he drag her out and rape her on the grass… Had it been rape? He said not…“I can see Rhett in this,” he said sitting down behind her, so that he framed her body with his. His breath caressed her cheek as he looked over her shoulder. He scooped her hair back in order to clear his view and paused, making a small laughing sound. “Your hair is as wild and wicked as you are,” he murmured pulling a curl straight before releasing. “More so after swimming today. What will you do next?” He asked turning his attention back to the painting. “Do?” She was aching, her body reacting to his proximity, her thoughts scattering, washing out, so that even his thoughts, communicated through the touch of his body against hers, were faded and fuzzed.
The Pack's Secret Keeper Hospital
Havermouth, Present Time(… So much pain…)(I hope this is over quickly…)(That is so disgusting…)(Fifteen minutes until room 301 needs their next dose…)(Hang in there… So much to live for…)Aislen’s head roared with sound. She sat on the hospital bed shaking in the wet clothes, with the heels of her hands pressed to her ears, trying to find enough focus to restore the bubbles and shut away the overwhelming mental noise of the patients and staff around her.“We need to get those wet clothes off of her,” a nurse said, her voice muffled. “If there’s been an assault, and from the look of her, there’s been an assault, then the police need to collect the clothing, or we’ll break chain of evidence. She’s not critical, so we have the time to let this be done properly.” (So sick of sexual assaults not being pursued in this town… No excuses this time, they will collect it themselves, and I will f-king watch to make sure that they do it properly…)“If you say so,” the first nurse was dubious
The Pack's Secret Keeper One Fking Happy Pile of Fkery
Havermouth, Five Years Before“Are you going to f-k her all day, Heath, or come out and socialize?” Rohan leaned into the open window, and Aislen cried out, pulling Heath back to her as he rose in reaction to the intrusion, using his body to shield her, as she had tried to use Rhett a week before in a similar circumstance. “F-k off, Rohan,” Heath snarled, his eyes flashing with his wolf and the words carrying the feral growl of his nature. Rohan pulled back by instinct. “Sorry, man, I just…” He stuttered, taken aback by Heath’s aggression.“Yeah, you just,” Heath snapped out irritably. “But I’m not. So, f-k off and leave me in peace.”Rohan withdrew, and Aislen heard a hush fall over the gathering outside in response to his return as Heath settled back over her. He shifted until he found a comfortable position. “Stroke me,” he demanded, his voice still holding his anger from the unwelcome interruption.Aislen’s heart pattered uneasily as she resumed stroking through his hair. He sig
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