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Havermouth, Six and a Half Years BeforeRhett lay on his back on the grassy knoll with his arm blocking the sun from his eyes and tried to ignore the annoyance of Rohan and the footballers beyond Heath and Cameron.There were only two good things about football in Rhett’s opinion, and that was how f-king hot Heath and Cameron looked whilst they played it, and cheerleaders. There were a lot of things wrong with football, and most of them were offering a lewd commentary on the girls that Heath, Cameron and Rhett had f-ked over the weekend.The last girl had run from the room crying mascara black tears with the shreds of her clothing flapping behind her and only one shoe.They had been at a pool party at Rohan’s and her dramatic exit had been witnessed by half the school, adding a new level of notoriety to the Triquetra’s reputation.Rhett was getting bored of it though, he admitted to himself. The mindless rutting had lost its novelty and had begun to feel shallow and unsatisfying. He d
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Havermouth, Present TimeLightning flashed through the room and for a moment the light flickered. Aislen looked up from her sketch pad in irritation. “I finally get a couple of hours to work, and the lights go on the fritz,” she complained. Rain hissed against the windows, and sky was so heavy with cloud that she couldn’t see a star in the sky.“Which is why I recommended that you not work on your laptop,” Heath replied from the kitchen where he was washing the dishes from dinner. “All it takes is a tree branch falling across the power lines and the power will be out for a couple of hours.” There was a generator at the river house, his tone reminded her.Damn it, she scowled at the page. She had agreed to go to the river house the next morning and she just knew that the Triquetra were hoping that if the storm set in, she would find it harder to justify not staying there once she was at the house. If the power was cut, she might have no option, and she hated feeling as if she were bein
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The Pack's Triquetra Bound to the Bed
Havermouth, Present TimeRhett’s toes against hers backed her down the dark hallway. As the narrow space filled with men, Aislen wondered exactly when she had lost control of her house and her life. She had been happy on her own, or so she had told herself for five years, and she hadn’t returned to Havermouth intending to renew her relationship with the Triquetra, and yet suddenly, there she was, being herded towards the bedroom by four oversized men.Her fingertips dragged along the walls as she backed up, feeling the ripples in the paper and fabric.“Now, just hold up for one moment…” She clung to the doorframe.Rhett’s eyes were hungry and there was a teasing twist to his lips. Beyond him Heath held a candle and smirked, thoroughly enjoying Rhett’s dominant behavior. Her eyes met Talen’s over Heath’s shoulder, and he raised an eyebrow in enquiry… Behind Talen, Cameron’s eyes flashed with his wolf and his grin was vulpine.“F-k it,” she surrendered, and released her grip on the door
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Havermouth, Six Years BeforeRhett was bored. There was just no fun flirting with girls he couldn’t f-k, and the regular social events held by the pack were like inviting a starving man to a feast and then forbidding him to eat. He was surrounded by pretty she-wolves but knew if he went beyond first or second base with any of them without declaring her the Triquetra’s mate, her father would beat the crap out of him.He could feel the eyes of the adult werewolves watching his every move as he danced with Jocelyn. She was laughing up at him, her expression bright and transparently hopefully. She’d danced with Heath before him and would dance with Cameron next.The Triquetra had agreed to pick a girl and cultivate her for a couple of months before dumping her, in the hopes that doing so would mean the end to the stupid social functions that they were forced to attend under order of Abigail. The pressure of finding a mate as Heath and Rhett’s eighteenth birthdays approached was driving th
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Havermouth, Present TimeThe bed shook under the force of Talen’s thrusts and the vampire’s fingers dug into Rhett’s colorful skin. The candlelight played over Talen’s muscles as they bunched and released with his motion, his blonde hair swinging forward over his face and catching in the strands of his beard, and his lip curled back to reveal his sharp and long canine and premolar teeth.He was far rougher on Rhett than he ever was on Aislen, she thought, watching as Talen wrapped Rhett’s long dark hair around his hand, pulling the alpha’s head back on his neck and almost causing Heath’s c-ck to slip from Rhett’s mouth. Rhett, however, loved the hard thrusts. She knew, because his hand, braced on the bed, brushed against her knee giving her flashes of his experience with every inward thrust of Talen’s hips.Cameron’s c-ck was leaking a sticky line of come against her back and she could feel the jerk of it as he groaned, getting off on the sight as much as she was. He pressed the wand
The Pack's Triquetra Claiming Rhett
Havermouth, Six Years BeforeHeath parked on the street and wiped his palms on his jeans nervously, looking at the Salem house through the window.F-k, his stomach was doing flip-flops, making him feel nauseous as he approached the front door and rang the doorbell. What would Rhett’s reaction be? Heath’s fear kept his ribs tight around his lungs and made it hard to draw breath.He heard footsteps from inside, and then Mrs Salem opened the door with a bright smile. “Hi Heath, how are you today?”“Hi Mrs Salem. I’m good thanks.”“Rhett’s taking birthday privileges and sleeping in. I have to go,” she glanced at her watch. “Good luck getting him up.” She grabbed her purse off the hall table and pulled the door shut behind her. He heard her high heels clap over the porch and waited until he heard the car start before making his way through the house to Rhett’s room.He opened the bedroom door and breathed in, relishing the trapped scent of his mate. F-k, he was hard as he stepped into the
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