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Setting the Honey Trap
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Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett’s hands shook as he lit the candles in the bedroom. He’d never been so nervous, he admitted to himself. Not when he and Heath had f-ked for the first time, not when he and Heath had taken Cameron…He’d spent the evening with Aislen perched on his lap, watching as other alphas looked at her. As night and alcohol had thinned the barrier between man and wolf, it had made his skin crawl for them to have their eyes on her. She belonged to the Triquetra; she was theirs. Other alphas shouldn’t be looking at her, the alpha within him insisted, he needed to make sure that they knew that she was the Triquetra’s. He had found himself growling low in his throat and glaring around the fire, forcing the other alpha’s present to drop their eyes.The Triquetra had f-ked up, he thought. Cameron had known it the moment that he’d set eyes on the girl, Rhett had known it the moment he had scented her on Cameron, Heath had known… And they’d chosen to ignore the obvious
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Havermouth, Five Years Before“Come to me,” Heath’s eyes held Aislen’s, and he smiled tightly. Start strong, he told himself, establish dominance, and teach her to obey him. She had singled out Rhett, both in her behavior at school, in letting him be the one to seduce her, but also in calling out for him for protection.Heath needed to fix the power dynamic within the Triquetra that she had disrupted, he needed to teach her the hierarchy.A female mate within a Triquetra had more power than any of her alphas. She was irreplaceable, the vessel by which they guaranteed their lines, and her alphas were meant to be prepared to sacrifice their lives for her wellbeing. She was not meant to have a favorite, but to share her affection and attention equally, however if she did favor one alpha over the others, it had better f-king be the dominant alpha or there would be trouble.With a wild-card like Rhett in his Triquetra, Heath had always known that he would have to work harder to maintain hi
The Pack's Triquetra Group Sex in the Playroom
Havermouth, Present Time“We should go to bed,” Heath decided using his cloth to wipe the whiteboard clean.“Which bed?” Cameron asked as he rose to his feet and began to gather up the glasses and the remains of the cheeseboard. The Triquetra had managed to demolish the cheese, crackers and fruit from the board without seeming to eat much at all, she thought with amusement.“Upstairs?” Rhett suggested with a slow smile. “Why not?” He demanded of Heath when the blond alpha raised his eyebrows. “It’s not like we need to get up early tomorrow. The Emergency Services will need to clear the roads first, and they won’t want people creating traffic jams, so it’s best if we all just stay put until the storm is over.”“What is upstairs?” Talen asked innocently, however from the glint in his eye, Aislen could tell that he suspected.“I’ll show you, daddy,” she took his hand. “If Rhett will unlock the door for us.”They followed Rhett through the house and up the staircase. On the upper storey,
The Pack's Triquetra Happiness
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath’s skin wore a gloss of sweat and come and his biceps bulged as he wrapped his fingers around the hand cuffs that suspended his arms above his head from a fixing point that crossed the bed. He blew out a breath, trying to regain control over himself.“Comfortable?” Rhett purred reaching around Heath’s waist and dragging his nails across Heath’s stomach so that he sucked in response, tensing his stomach muscles. Rhett’s nails carved a path through the come that had turned as gluggy as glue on Heath’s skin.“I don’t think I have another orgasm in me,” Heath confessed, his voice hoarse, shaking his head. “F-k, Rhett.”“I think he has more in him,” Talen replied evilly. He stretched in a decadence of muscle, the chains that still bound him to the bed clanking against the fixing points. He was in a worse state than Heath, liberally coated in come to the point that it clumped his hair together. Heath had an excellent vantage point by which to judge seeing that
The Pack's Triquetra Sunday Morning
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Havermouth, Present Time“It’s Biblical out there!” Tyler exclaimed.“Water brings things to the surface,” Talen agreed.They stood in the center of the road through Havermouth. Aislen looked from Talen to the street around them, her eyes dragging, the colors harsh and causing haloes in her vision. All around, the traffic had come to a standstill, the pedestrians standing like statues on the footpath, all looking down as the water came rushing in, swirling in brown froth around their feet.A dream, she told herself. It’s a dream. Not real.“Bodies in the water,” Heath commented from behind her.She almost managed not to start when something brushed against her leg, looking down knowing what she was going to see. It wasn’t any easier, but she forced herself to look, to stare unflinching down at the water-bloated decaying body that drifted just under the surface.A woman, her hair snarling around her head like riverweed, her long dress torn and filthy, riding up her thighs. Her belly wa
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