Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeRhett crawled into Cameron’s bed around midnight and slid his hand around Cameron’s waist and up his chest as he pressed himself up against Cameron’s bed. “Mmm,” Rhett pressed his lips to the back of Cameron’s shoulder. “I love sneaking into your bed when you’re all sleepy and warm…” His palm skimmed down Cameron’s stomach to his c-ck, cupping him. “Wake up, puppy.”“I’m awake,” Cameron mumbled. He hadn’t slept, his thoughts busy wondering what Aislen was up to with the giant blonde vampire. He was hovering between anger at Aislen for taking someone else home, and aroused voyeurism imagining them together.“So, I feel,” Rhett smirked as he stroked Cameron’s c-ck. “Did I wake you out of a naughty dream?”He rolled to face Rhett, opening his eyes, and blinking as his vision adjusted to the limited light. Rhett’s hair was loose and showed signs of a restless night, frizzed around the back as if he’d tossed and turned on the pillow for the last couple of hou

Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeAislen paused in the doorway to the kitchen. She hadn’t dressed after her shower, the satin dressing gown clinging to her still-damp skin, and the tie trying to work itself loose in order to reveal the body beneath the fabric. Her eyes travelled from Heath to Cameron, and landed on Rhett, her expression wary – and no wonder, Rhett thought as he followed her gaze, for both Cameron and Heath’s wolf was in their eyes.“Morgana Ivy,” he said to break the tension. “I should have known. I think on some level, I did know. I just didn’t…”“Rhett tells us that you draw men getting off with other men for a living,” Cameron grinned his leer, gripping his c-ck lewdly through his jeans. “Let me guess your inspiration.”“Hmm,” she leaned on the doorframe, her hand on her hip belligerently. “We’ve played this game before. Rhett’s Mr. Nice Guy, and you guys are the bullies. You break me down in public with humiliation and cruelty, seduce me in private when you can force

Havermouth, Present Time“What are you doing here?” Heath exclaimed in shock. “And how did you get into the town?”Greg’s eyes travelled over Talen, Leighton, and lingered on Aislen, the expression on his handsome face blanking before he dragged his eyes back to Heath and recovered his focus. Aislen frowned, trying to discern the reason behind the strange look.“On foot, avoiding roads. Havermouth appears to be the apex of the infection, and it became evident that we needed to investigate just what was going on here,” Greg answered Heath’s question.“Have you been into the hospital?” Talen asked him with quiet authority.Greg’s eyes travelled over the vampire with open assessment before deciding to answer. “No,” he replied with a slight shake of his head. “We were approaching a side door for that purpose when the helicopter landing drove us into a tent for cover. We saw you hiding between the tents as we took cover.“We have explored the tents surrounding the hospital, however,” he co

Havermouth, Present TimeThe activity in the rear of the ambulance was frantic, with Greg shedding his helmet and shoving it under the stretcher in order to help Helena more efficiently in the cramped quarters. Aislen forwent her seatbelt to kneel on the seat and watch. She could not see much of Abigail from her angle, but she had the impression of blood and bare skin.She turned back, feeling intrusive, just in time - as they approached the barricade. Talen and Heath were tense, intently watching the 4WD ahead of them as Leighton rolled down his window and spoke with the guards.“His charm is obviously still working,” Talen observed as the spike-strip was withdrawn and they were waved through. He ambled the ambulance past the guards.“Just not on me, apparently,” Heath replied.“Put pressure on here,” Helena instructed Greg. “Alright, I have it in. Hook this to the IV… Yes, like that, perfect. You’re quite a good nurse,” she added. “Who are you again? You’re not from our pack.”“Poin

The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen woke slowly, his eyelids heavy under the effects of the spell, dragging him out of a deep sleep, his body grudging to wake. Gera slept curled at his side, his body warm under the covers but that he was not snoring was a dead giveaway that the human was awake. Thaelen tensed, alerted by the human’s wakefulness. It was still night, and the dungeons were quieter during the night-time hours, as the guards would leave off torturing their prisoners.A burst of male laughter had him gritting his teeth, however it was distant, and faded away – the night-guards at the entrance of the dungeons playing dice as they passed the time.No, it wasn’t the guards that had Gera sleepless in the night. It was the murmuring of a female voice, repeating the same phrases over and over, her voice barely above a whisper but the words delivered with such fervency that it carried, humming through Thaelen’s bones, standing the hair across the back of hi