Havermouth, Present TimeLyric decided that the winged man was harmless and discretely withdrew from Ember’s room, pulling the door shut behind her. She was pretty sure from the way the two dragons were gripping onto each other that they weren’t going to want an audience for the next part of their reunion.She headed towards the kitchen to prepare another meal for Niarthen, and had just finished slicing vegetables into a bowl, when the outside sensor light activated, illuminating the front porch, and showing a figure that could only be Harry through the glass. They were carrying Jules in their arms like a groom carrying a bride across the threshold.She debated opening the door for them but realized that both men were wearing nothing but robes, and instead grabbed the salad bowl and ducked into a crouch behind the kitchen counter. It would be very weird and hard to explain if they caught her there, she thought ruefully, but also far less embarrassing for everyone if they passed throug
Havermouth, Present TimeThe door snicked quietly closed behind Lyric as she left, and that small sound seemed to recall Ember to the present. Samuel felt her tense and begin to pull away from him. He let her go, not wanting to force the matter. It had been a very long time for them both, and whilst to him with his memories still ragged, the reunion was a welcome one, she held a lot of anger and pain towards him.He needed time. His head ached. He was not a fool and knew that their reunion had triggered the return of his memories, as perhaps the dreams had all been triggered by her proximity. After so many years of nothingness from his past, the sudden in-pouring of information was causing a migraine as his synapses struggled to lay pathways for it all.He sat on the edge of the bed as she walked over to the counter, fidgeting restlessly with the items that were upon it. “It’s coming back,” he told her, holding his head in his hands, his fingers buried into his hair. “But it is a tang
Havermouth, Present Time** Trigger Warning – this chapter contains violence and the loss of a much-loved character **As fragments of wood and glass exploded towards them, Samuel reacted on instinct and shoved Ember down and under him. She cried out sharply in pain but he could not ask if she was injured as on the heels of the explosion, he could hear the rapid footfalls of boots, and distinctly sharp military exchanges as the room filled with soldiers. He stayed still, watching the drip of spilled whiskey over the edge of the bench and hoping it did not give them away as the house echoed with the sounds of invasion.Above, there was gunfire. Jules Edison and the vampire Harry would be up the stairs, Samuel reasoned. Harry would be capable of defending his mate, but he was concerned about the human girl, and the merman as glass shattered to the rear of the house.There was more gunshot from above, and someone yelled: “Shoot for his head!”Shit, Samuel grimaced. Vampires could survive
Havermouth, Present Time“Here,” Lyric stalled Niarthen when he went to get in between the sheets. “Your hair is drenched, and the bed will get soaked. Let me dry it off for you. Don’t mermaids have beds?” She stepped up onto the bed with the towel in her hands and he turned so that his calves were against the mattress, presenting his back and the long, wet skeins of his hair to her.“We have beds,” he said as she began to dry his hair. “But not like these. Our beds use living weed and moss to cushion us, and the water that runs from us to them nurtures them. It is a symbiotic relationship. They provide us with comfort and warmth, and we provide them with water and food.”“Food,” she repeated. “That sounds… ominous.”“We shed hair, skin cells, scale, sweat and seed… What we shed as a matter of course, feeds that upon which we lie.”“That is a little… icky,” she told him pulling a face. “Like your beds are eating you whilst you sleep.”He laughed. “Whilst I appreciate the comfort of yo
Rideten, Present TimeIn Stella’s kitchen, someone was cooking something that had filled the room with steam so that Aislen’s eyes stung, and her hair stuck to her face with damp. She could feel it turn to frizz and cursed the witches silently for turning it into a bad hair day.She could hear male voices from within the steam. Not her men, but other men, and whilst there were warlocks in the coven, those sheltering in Stella’s house were dominantly female, and therefore the number of male voices was unusual.She worked her way through the steam towards the table and stilled when she saw that the gathering was all dressed in black hooded robes, and pressed thick, shoulder to shoulder, so that she could not see the table for their masculinity.“It will be Rhett’s,” Phillip Salem spoke and Aislen made him out from amongst the hooded figures, his face just showing, the angle and the dark fabric mimicking hair making him look so much like Rhett that she was uneasy. “I need it to be Rhett’
Rideten, Present TimeRhett woke as Cameron slid a cup of tea and biscuits onto the bedside nearest where Aislen lay. The bed was otherwise empty. Talen, Heath and Cameron must have snuck out whilst he and Aislen slept, he realised.“Where’s mine?” He asked as Cameron started to withdraw.“Shh,” Cameron whispered. “She needs her sleep. Stella says it’s common to need more sleep during pregnancy, like the body’s storing it up for sleepless nights when the baby is born.”“I miss coffee,” Rhett forced himself to slide out of the bed. His clothes were on the other side of the bed, and he patted Cameron’s denim clad arse as he padded by. “No morning sex?”“I could do morning sex,” Cameron’s face lit up. “But we can’t in here,” his expression fell again. “Or we’ll wake her.”“I could gag you with my cock?” Rhett gripped himself.“Shh,” Cameron put his finger to his lips.“Fuck,” Rhett resigned himself to no morning sex and began to get dressed, watching as Cameron fussed with the teacup, tu
Rideten, Present TimeTalen was uneasy. He could not precisely pinpoint the source of his unease, and yet it persisted.It could be a culmination of things, he decided. The trauma all his mates and himself had experienced over the Van Helsing occupation of Havermouth during which he had almost lost each and every one of them, or it could be his concerns over the next stage of the battle for a future of equality with humans.It could also be his worries about Morgana. She was yet to embrace her pregnancy, in fact refused to refer to it as much as the morning sickness allowed her to avoid doing so. There was no excitement, no anticipation, no talk of names, gender, or the future. He could understand that the pregnancy was unexpected, and that there was some resentment due to Stella’s interference with her birth control, and yet she appeared to have forgiven Stella for her transgression, without accepting the baby that she carried.He was far from pleased about Stella’s interference. Whi
Havermouth, Present TimeThe mattresses did not want to stay together and kept trying to swallow them as Connery braced on his elbows over her thrusted, sending them both into peels of laughter.“Argh,” he wrapped himself around her and rolled so that suddenly she was above him and he lay with his back fully on the single mattress. “A man cannot work under these conditions,” he told her.“A woman can,” she pushed herself up to straddle him.“Now that is a sight to behold,” he said with approval as she rose up and lowered down. “A divine fertility goddess having her wanton way with me.”She laughed and felt her cheeks heat, leaning forward so that her hair fell over her shoulder, and kissed him. He gripped her hips, taking over the motion of the thrust as he prolonged the kiss, chasing her tongue with his own.“Mmm,” she leaned into the kiss as she ground down into him and slid her hand down between their bodies to tease her clit.He broke the kiss and rolled again, twisting them on th