Havermouth, Present Time Aislen called the realtor and cancelled the sale of the house for two reasons – she didn’t want to become homeless before she was ready to move on (and, from her interaction with Cameron on the porch, she was far from ready), and having a massive sexy-time bed and cupboard full of toys would probably not project “family first home” to buyers. It was too early to get ready for the night with Talen, so she took herself for a walk up to the main street for coffee. She enjoyed the way that the coffee shops werewolf patrons all tensed the moment she entered, and how Diana darted worried looks her way as if afraid to take her eyes off Aislen lest Aislen do something unpredictable. “Hey,” a man sitting at one of the tables stood as the shifting queue moved Aislen up to him. “Aislen Carter, isn’t it?” “Perhaps,” she looked up at him warily. “Who is asking?” “You wouldn’t remember me,” he said. He had clear, light blue eyes and a flop of brunette hair that fell ove

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen took her time with her preparation for Talen’s arrival, pin-curling her hair in order to get the maximum baby-doll bounce to compliment the Lolita dress, painting her nails glossy black, and applying her makeup to make her look as doll-like as possible. She had a suspicion that she’d tapped into Talen’s DaddyDom/little fetish, quite by accident, but now that she had come to realize it, she planned on having fun with it.And with his many toys.She found a vase and arranged the flowers in it, setting it onto the dresser in the master bedroom, before setting out a range of candles, using their wax to fix them to the furniture. She wriggled into the underwear and the Lolita dress and was breathless and aching with lust at the front the door when the front windows lit with car headlights.She threw open the door with a grin that faltered as she saw Heath walking towards her. He stopped dead on the gravel and looked her over, his expression shifting from pen

Havermouth, Present TimeTalen released his hair from the bun, and ran his fingers through to loosen it, flicking it back over his shoulders before beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt, watching Aislen through heavily lidded eyes with a small smile on his lips. He deliberately teased her, taking his time, and turning just as he reached the last button, in order to shrug out of the shirt with his back to her.“I like this view as much as the front one,” she told him, enjoying the display of muscles shifting beneath the lion’s mane fall of blonde hair as he undid his belt and toed out of his boots.“Hmm,” he flicked an amused look over his shoulder as his jeans sagged off his hips. He left them on, the top button undone and the fly straining to contain his erection and took a sip of champagne as he walked over to the armoire.He opened the cupboard door nearest to her, blocking her view of what he did within the cupboard, but she heard the buzz as he tested the charge on a vibrato

Havermouth, Present Time Talen eased his teeth from her, his tongue stroking over the wounds to heal them. He had drunk no more than he normally did, she thought, though it had been enough to give her the light-headed feeling of having had slightly too much wine. If he intended to make a habit of sating his appetite with her, he was waiting until she had used the vitamins for a few days in order to compensate for his drain on her. And that made sense to her. You are reasoning out the circumstances in which a vampire feeds from you, she told herself, testing to see her own reaction to the bald truth of the situation. She didn’t care. There was almost a reckless absence of self-regard to the lack of caring, an absolute surrender to the opinion of Havermouth in that she held no value in herself other than her usefulness to the supernatural creatures that inhabited the town. She couldn’t find the anger with Talen that seemed all too ready with the Triquetra, and she didn’t know why. Per

Havermouth, Present timeTalen kissed her as he leaned over the bed and she reached up automatically, opening her eyes as her hands encountered cloth. “You’re dressed!” She accused.He chuckled. “It is almost dawn, little demon, and I must go.”“Oh,” she sat up. “You will be back tonight, daddy?”“Of course,” he adjusted the collar around her neck so that the infinity knot sat in the hollow of her collar bone. “Eat healthily and drink lots of water,” he smoothed his big hand over her hair. “Sleep and stay out of trouble.”“I’ll try,” she slid out of bed as he eased back, following him to the bedroom door. “I’ll think about you all day.”He cupped her chin and leaned down to kiss her. “I will be back as soon as the sun sets.”She watched as he let himself out and sighed. There was no point to returning to the bed, she decided, it was just lonely without him there. She went to her childhood bedroom and pulled on her dressing gown before going into the kitchen to boil the kettle. She dr