The Origin of The Triquetra's Whore

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Cameron surfaced from a deep sleep when Rhett slid into the bed next to him. Cameron was the little spoon in a snuggle between him and Heath and wrapped himself around Rhett breathing in the scent of smoke and old sex that still clung to his other mate’s skin. “You stink,” he muttered as Rhett stroked down his body and closed his hands around Cameron’s c-ck. “And your hands are cold.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Rhett replied.

Cameron opened one eye in order to aim his mouth and kissed past the flavor of coffee and cigarettes to that of Rhett, moaning as Rhett stroked his c-ck to hardness. Rhett was unmerciful in his objective, using every trick in his extensive arsenal so that the sleep-dazed Cameron sagged into his seduction, helpless beneath the demands of his body and mate – and Rhett knew it, the dark-haired alpha’s smile wicked and his eyes glowing with his wolf.

“Do you want my mouth,” Rhett bit Cameron’s bottom lip, a little love-nip before releasing i