Havermouth, Five Years Before“Are you going to f-k her all day, Heath, or come out and socialize?” Rohan leaned into the open window, and Aislen cried out, pulling Heath back to her as he rose in reaction to the intrusion, using his body to shield her, as she had tried to use Rhett a week before in a similar circumstance. “F-k off, Rohan,” Heath snarled, his eyes flashing with his wolf and the words carrying the feral growl of his nature. Rohan pulled back by instinct. “Sorry, man, I just…” He stuttered, taken aback by Heath’s aggression.“Yeah, you just,” Heath snapped out irritably. “But I’m not. So, f-k off and leave me in peace.”Rohan withdrew, and Aislen heard a hush fall over the gathering outside in response to his return as Heath settled back over her. He shifted until he found a comfortable position. “Stroke me,” he demanded, his voice still holding his anger from the unwelcome interruption.Aislen’s heart pattered uneasily as she resumed stroking through his hair. He sig

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAislen woke with Cameron snoring in her ear. He lay over half on top of her, his knee between her thighs, his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, and his hand cupping her shoulder. Rhett lay on his side facing her, and Heath curled against his back, his arm slung over Rhett’s waist and their hands joined. Heath’s face was pressed into Rhett’s hair, his eyes closed and his breath heavy with sleep, but Rhett’s eyes were open when she turned her head. “They’re huggers,” he whispered. “When they sleep, they’ll chase you across the bed, following your scent and warmth. I often make them sleep next to each other, so that they hug each other, as if I’m between them, I get too hot. If we’re careful we can sneak out and I’ll make coffee…”“After sex,” Cameron muttered into Aislen’s hair. “Not before sex.”“You and your morning sex,” Rhett snorted. “The rest of us like to avoid morning breath and pee first.”“Morning breath is the best,” Cameron replied hi

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThrough the bedroom window, Aislen could see that Rhett had the fire going again and that Cameron was lighting the barbeque. They laughed between them as they made coffee and began to cook bacon and eggs. Heath passed the window on his way to join them and made a lewd gesture that Aislen was in no doubt referred to her. She swallowed hard, a raw feeling of shame lodged in her esophagus leaving a bitter taste in her mouth and looked down at her painting of Rhett and art supplies. She wanted to tear it into pieces, a rage building within her so fierce that it wanted physical expression. Instead, she dressed and sat down to continue working on it, ignoring her hunger and her craving for coffee, and instead opening one of the bottles of water in the room and drinking that. She didn’t want to go out with the Triquetra. She continued to add shading and details to the painting, slowly building dimension to Rhett’s hair, the expression in his eyes, the charming

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeDesire won over outrage, and Aislen turned into Rhett, feeling the press of his piercing against her lip as he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking against hers. His c-ck was warm in her palm. She tightened her fingers around it, holding him tight like she had seen the Triquetra do to each other. His groan was accompanied by a mental flood of pleasure. (Taming the tigress…)He wriggled free of his jeans without breaking the kiss, before digging his hands into Aislen’s hair. She felt Cameron part her thighs and Rhett lowered her back onto the mattress, going with her, leaning over her at an angle as Cameron kissed along her lower stomach and then dragged his tongue over her clit. “Oh god,” she moaned into Rhett’s mouth as Cameron lathed her with enthusiasm. His tongue circled her clit, teasing her with the lightest of touches and then he sucked ferociously so that she wailed, her hips arching. “She likes that,” Heath commented. Aislen’s hand left Rhe

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron’s Ute was an experience to drive, Aislen thought ruefully as she worked her way into the traffic of the town center. The handbrake was in the wrong place, and it was much bigger than any of the driving instructor’s cars or Tiffany’s little hatch. The traffic was heavier than normal, with cars diverting out of side street. Flashing blue and red lights drew their eyes to where police cars and an ambulance parked outside a small house, and people gathered on the paving, but Aislen could not look too closely as she had to watch for a gap to move forward in, the traffic banking up behind her.She moved forwards, shifting through the gears with a grimace. “I prefer automatics,” she told him.“It’s good to be able to drive both,” he replied. Cameron was relaxed but uncompromising as a supervising driver, giving her no opportunity to take the easy way out of things. “There’s a park,” he pointed.“That’s a reverse parallel park,” she replied. “Between two