Havermouth High School, Five Years in the PastAislen made it to the grassy slope before the bell and sat in approximately the normal position that Heath customarily occupied. She saw the Triquetra walk out of a building in a gathering of other jocks and cheerleaders. Was it a werewolf trait to always move in a pack? She wondered as she watched them approach. They were beautiful, she admitted ruefully. They were simply more athletic, their hair shinier, their skin clearer, their teeth straighter and whiter. There was something to their bone structure, to their long-limbed height and grace of motion that stood out amongst the human students, and quite simply outshone them. And three of them were hers, she added to herself. Or sort of. At the moment. Under whatever complicated, convoluted twisted arrangement that existed between them, whatever madness that had them wanting her… And they wanted her, she told herself. She was telepath, and however poor a one she was, she could tell that

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThey ran through the school, pursued with a sort of frantic madness, before dividing between Heath’s car and Cameron’s pulling out of the school parking lot in a burn of smoking tires as if they were being pursued in a movie. Aislen pressed back in the passenger seat of Heath’s car, laughing, wild and wicked with it, and exchanged grins with him as they pulled out onto the main road. “We’ll beat them to your house,” he said. “Do you think we can beat them to the river house?”“I don’t know…” She admitted. “There’re things that I will need to pack…”“Toothbrush, change of underwear, change of clothes,” he changed gear his eyes flicking to the rear view. “Prepare to run.”“What about…” Her mind scattered. “Food… and…”“We have all that.”Tiffany and Patrick would be at work. She could throw together a bag and be gone… and just not return until Sunday, she admitted to herself. If they even noticed that she wasn’t there, what could they do about it?“Okay.”

Havermouth, Five Years Before“I’m not…” She swallowed. “I’m not sure what to do.” It had always been them doing things to her, not the reverse, she thought. “Whatever you want to,” Heath invited. “He’s not going to stop you. That’s how this work. We do to each other what we want to do, and everyone gets off.”“Over and over again,” Cameron murmured, his eyes almost closed and his body relaxed, entranced by Heath’s hands on him, as Aislen often found herself mesmerized when the Triquetra touched her. But there was a trust between Cameron and Heath that she didn’t hold for any member of the Triquetra, she thought. “Bite my nipples,” he breathed out. “You heard him,” Heath’s voice was dark with lust. “Bite his nipples, Aislen.”Aislen slid her hands up Cameron’s chest, and the down over his shoulders, feeling the flow of his muscle beneath his skin, before pressing her lips to his collar bone. His c-ck nudged against her stomach, and Heath deliberately rubbed the tip against her with

Havermouth, Five Years in the PastThey swam after sex and then lay lazily on the balcony with the sun warm on their bare skin. There was a decadence, Aislen thought, to being wet and naked in the sunshine with three of the most gorgeous and popular boys from High School. Heath lay on his stomach with his head cushioned on his folded hands and his face turned towards Rhett, his eyes closed, and beyond and over him, Cameron sprawled like a doll dropped from height, one leg and arm on Heath’s back, his face pressed into Heath’s side, snoring slightly.Her head was cushioned on Rhett’s bicep and with her hand on his chest she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart. He was almost asleep, his thoughts drifting off into fuzz whenever he slipped closer to slumber - sex, swimming, more of Cameron’s muffins and alcohol creating a cocktail that combined with the warm sunshine and peacefulness of the location was perfect for sleeping off.Her position gave Aislen the opportunity to look at h

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAislen was breathing heavy, her chest tight and her heart racing. Heath was unpredictable. She never knew what would happen when he was around. Would he ridicule her in front of others? Would he produce a strange sex toy? Would he drag her out and rape her on the grass… Had it been rape? He said not…“I can see Rhett in this,” he said sitting down behind her, so that he framed her body with his. His breath caressed her cheek as he looked over her shoulder. He scooped her hair back in order to clear his view and paused, making a small laughing sound. “Your hair is as wild and wicked as you are,” he murmured pulling a curl straight before releasing. “More so after swimming today. What will you do next?” He asked turning his attention back to the painting. “Do?” She was aching, her body reacting to his proximity, her thoughts scattering, washing out, so that even his thoughts, communicated through the touch of his body against hers, were faded and fuzzed.