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Havermouth, Five Years BeforeLillian was nothing if not enthusiastic in her role as the Triquetra’s pretend girlfriend, laughing and flirting, and making out with Heath and Cameron whilst Diana sulked to Cameron’s other side. Cameron suspected that Lillian was not as invested into the relationship with Diana as Diana was with Lillian, as Lillian seemed determined to take advantage of the pretend relationship with the Triquetra and make it permanent.That was never going to happen.It had, however, succeeded in getting Abigail off of the Triquetra’s back. There had been a reduction in social functions since the Triquetra had begun courting Lillian, taking her and Diana to the movies, to lunch, and to all the parties that the seniors attended in the town. Having Diana along offered them some protection, as well, as Cameron was sure that Diana wouldn’t lie for Lillian and say that the Triquetra had done anything that would get Harry Ridgeway breathing down their necks. Diana did not, af
The Pack's Triquetra I Like It All
Havermouth, Present TimeThey entered through the front door and Heath paused by the hall stand to take everyone’s jackets and the umbrellas as they entered. There was a flurry of activity as the items transferred from Aislen’s house to the river house were redistributed.“What do I do with… this?” Cameron regarding the wine box that he held in confusion.“Shove it into a cupboard,” Aislen suggested. “Somewhere out of the way. I suspect it will be a few days until we can get to Rideten, so they’ll have to wait.” The contents of the box were still, so she hoped that the spell trap had worked, and they remained intact.“Should we feed them?” He wondered his expression perplexed.“They’re not pets, Cam,” she laughed, her heart melting. “They’re dead rats and pieces of leaf animated by a magic spell. They don’t have stomachs.” It was adorable that he had wondered, and added to her overall feeling of rightness, standing in the foyer of the beautiful house surrounded by her men.This could
The Pack's Triquetra You Know
Havermouth, Five Years in the Past“We just need to f-k her, right?” Cameron blew out smoke, smothering a cough. Rhett watched him with interest, feeling like a scientist observing a new breed of werewolf male, something that looked familiar, but behaved in an entirely new way. “There’s no way that she’s… She’s not special,” he refused to use the other word, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw under the freckle that Rhett loved most of all, it’s circle darker than its neighbor’s and its form more uniformly round.The freckle was special because it was set precisely at the point that Cameron most liked to be kissed, and by the time Rhett had nibbled his way from his lips to that freckle, Cameron would go limp and pliable, and agree to anything that Rhett wanted, no matter how depraved the request.“She’s not special,” Cameron repeated putting the emphasis on the second word. “She isn’t. She’s just… hard to get. But once we get her, it will get easier… won’t it?”Rhett moved his
The Pack's Triquetra Marks of the Heart
Havermouth, Present Time“Little seductress come here,” Talen crooked his finger at her, and she crawled to the edge of the bed. He lifted her to standing so that for once she looked down on him and reached behind her to release her bra.“That’s better,” he smoothed his hand over her hair, before lowering her back down onto the mattress. “Such beauty should not be hidden behind cloth.”She was rendered speechless, her breath catching in her throat, enthralled by the tenderness in his eyes. She reached up and touched his lips, their softness warmed by his breath. She pressed her fingertips to her own lips, transferring the kiss.“Ah, little demon,” he murmured as he lay himself at her side. “I do not possess the words to tell you what you do to me.”“Talen,” she reached for him, and he covered her with his body, the warmth of his skin against hers causing her to moan in appreciation. “Oh, god, I love to feel you on me.”“How about in you?” He kissed his way across her cheek until their
The Pack's Triquetra Extra-Ordinary
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe Triquetra decided to skip the pack hunt for the full moon, despite pressure to go. The Triquetra’s monthly attendance was seen as a demonstration of loyalty to the pack which helped contain concerns about the upcoming disaster that their existence heralded, and so, ever since their introduction as a pack and the Triquetra, Heath had ensured that they went.They had solid reasons for skipping the hunt this full moon, Heath told himself. None of them wanted to spend time socializing with the she-wolves that Abigail kept thrusting under their noses, encouraging them to take a female mate and begin breeding. And none of them wanted to be held under the spotlight of the pack, as attending the hunt would mean, because things were wrong… disturbingly wrong with their Triquetra.One main reason for their absence was that Rhett had obstinately set himself against Phillip Salem, who was a solid devotee of Abigail’s, and Rhett had point blank refused to go becau
The Pack's Triquetra My Mates
Havermouth, Present TimeThe snug’s door was partially open, spilling out the murmur of the Triquetra’s voices and the dancing light of a wood fire. Talen placed his palm on the wood pressing it inwards to make way for her to proceed him.The room was a beautiful as every other room in the house, but she could see that Rhett had influenced the design.An internal room, there were no windows to the outside, and the walls around the fireplace and the opposite door into the hallway had been built in with floor to ceiling bookshelves in lacquered black, the bottom cupboard doors detailed with gold and jewel toned hand-painted designs of exotic birds and flowers.The couches arranged before the fireplace were in an antique style, the woodwork elaborately tooled, painted black and picked out in gold paint, and they had been reupholstered in velvet, each arm chair a different jewel tone, and the three-person couch in a deep red.A gilt-framed mirror was mounted above the fireplace and reflec
The Pack's Triquetra Heath's Moment
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe school had decided to volunteer their senior students at a local aged care center. It was intended to teach the teenagers compassion and giving to their community and provide the oldies with some entertainment.It was precisely the sort of thing that his dad and mum encouraged Heath to do throughout his childhood, and he hated it, because he knew from experience that it was pretend, image-based charity. His parents always made sure that they were photographed in such acts, and his father spent as much time helping the oldies to write him cheques as he did in reading from the Bible - cheques that Heath knew ended up in Charlie’s offshore account, rather than the church’s coffers or any charity’s account.The Triquetra headed to the back of the bus, to the rear seats that were reserved, in an unspoken acknowledgement of social hierarchy, for them. Lillian, playing the role of girlfriend with renewed dedication in Diana’s absence, sat between him and Hea
The Pack's Triquetra Blood in the Cut
Havermouth, Present TimeRhett caught her in his arms, but to her surprise he went down to his knees, carrying them both to the ground and wrapped himself over her, pinning her beneath him in a swamp of dark hair and long limbed, lean man. He pressed his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder and just lay there. She stroked her hands through his hair, thoroughly confused.She had expected anger and fight, as things had always been between them. He would yell at her about being thoughtless and she would accuse him of expecting more of her than he did other people, of setting unrealistic standards for her…He had robbed her of her preconceived idea of what hammering at his door would mean, and as a result she was disarmed.“You forgive me,” he said, his voice muffled. “You forgive me for the tattoos and the piercings.”“Rhett,” she stroked back his hair craning her chin to her chest seeking to see his face. “I’m sorry,” she fought back tears. She had known that it was there betwee
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