Havermouth, Three Weeks EarlierRhett woke when Heath left the bed in order to shower. “Hmmm,” he tried to push his hair from his face and found his left hand still bound to the headboard. “F-k,” he squinted at the knotted rope as he scratched at his chest with his free hand.He rolled to his side and sat up in order to work at the knot. “F-king hell,” he brought his wrist to his mouth and used his teeth to tug the knot loose enough for his fingers to finish the job. As he stood, he felt something stick to the bottom of his foot and bent over to peel the polaroid free. It was a c-ck shot with his face in the background. “Dirty f-ker,” he grinned and set it onto Heath’s pillow before retrieving his clothes and shoes from the floor on his way to the door.He turned his shower on hot to work the ache out of his shoulder due to his weird sleeping position and hissed as he cupped his balls to wash them free of lube-slime. Sometimes Heath played rougher than Rhett liked. As he always told C

Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen’s vampire safe house was more like a vampire village.He had gradually bought up the land surrounding Sigrid’s farmhouse and property, and the houses on the properties that he’d bought had been renovated into accommodation for the variety of vampires that had come to live there. He had built on the hill a modern mansion, initially intending for Sigrid to live there, but she had preferred to remain at her farmhouse and so now the architect designed and thoroughly modern building with all the modern conveniences and an elaborate security system was mainly used by visiting dignitaries from the Concordia, or for when Talen came to stay.As well as Sigrid and her feral vampire children in the farmhouse and surrounding buildings, there was Tony and his mate who managed the day-to-day of Zeus Forest Works, Mattia and Fatima the vampire couple that Talen employed to oversee the safehouse and the needs of all who lived there, and three ancient Concordia vam

Havermouth, Present TimeTalen removed his jeans and lay himself over the too-small mattress, watching his mate through hooded eyes, enjoying the way she stood and admired him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He raised his eyebrows as Morgana’s eyes met his.“I’m worried about my heels near your face,” she admitted. “You can’t hurt me,” he chuckled as he invited her to him, amused by her concern for him. With his help, she placed a knee just above his shoulder, swinging her leg over his head, giving him an intimate view of the beauty of her sex. “Hmm,” he wanted to taste her on his tongue again and stroked his hands from her ankles up to her hips, pulling her to him so that he could suckle upon her. “Oh, god,” she sobbed before leaning forward and reciprocating. He grunted in pleasure as she demonstrated not only a skill but an enthusiasm for f-king him with her mouth, using lips, tongue, teeth and suction to bring him pleasure.He caught the pearl of her clit between his t

Havermouth, Present Time Heath could not sleep. At first, his concern for Rhett had kept him awake, listening to his dark-haired mate’s every breath and every movement, alert for anything that might indicate trouble. Worried was an understatement. He was nauseated with fear. Rhett’s face was taking on the shadows of the corpses at the hospital – his skin sinking to his bones in a truly terrifying way, as if he were being consumed from the inside out. If Rhett… Ah, f-k, even thinking the word caused a stabbing pain in Heath’s chest. He couldn’t imagine life without Rhett. He couldn’t imagine waking and knowing that Rhett wasn’t in the world. Even at the worst moments of the Triquetra over the last five years, even in their darkest days when he thought that Rhett or Cameron would reject the bond, it had been no where near as horrifying as the prospect of losing a mate, not just as a lover and life partner, but to lose them altogether… He couldn’t do it, he thought. He did not think th

Havermouth, Present TimeCameron and Rhett were awake when she eased open the door to the room and both men looked up as the light fell upon them, the sheen of their werewolf vision flaring as their eyes adjusted. Rhett looked like shit, but more coherent and comfortable than he had the night before and was sitting up independently, though Cameron was hovering anxiously.“He’s feeling better,” Cameron told her, teary behind his smile. “He isn’t feverish anymore and wants to have a shower and to eat.”“I smell like shit, and feel like it,” Rhett corrected, his voice hoarse. “And I’m starving. For food,” he added ruefully. “Not for man-flesh, though…” And his smile became a leer. “I am feeling horny too.”“Well, let’s feed you and then see how you feel after eating, and maybe we’ll be able to organize a shower,” Aislen decided. “I’ll go heat some food.”“Samples,” Leighton said from behind her, causing her to jump and put her hand to her heart. He placed his hand on her shoulder, giving