Sheep Zombies

Havermouth, Present Time

Cameron woke with the dawn, his heart racing and his skin covered in sweat. He had dreamed again, a tangled mess filled with fire and fear, blood, and loss. In the pre-dawn darkness, he stayed still, his eyes closed, and ran a mental tally of his mates. He was tightly wrapped around Rhett, his dark-haired mate’s ribs moving in and out beneath Cameron’s hand as he slept.

Cameron could feel the throb of a cock against his thigh, so it was either Talen or Heath pressed against his back. It took a moment for him to identify it as Heath, his blonde-haired mate’s chin against his back was not as hairy as Talen’s, their vampire well on the way to growing in his beard. Aislen would be sandwiched between Heath and Talen. They never let her sleep on the edge, an instinct to protect and shelter their pregnant female that all four male mates subconsciously adhered to.

He could identify in the darkness all four patterns of breath if he concentrated, and that soothed him