Trayrock, Present TimeAs Talen eased open the sliding door onto the balcony, Rhett surreptitiously inspected the gunshot wound on his ribs. It was just a graze, but it had stung like a mother-fucker as he’d hauled the body up onto the balcony, and it had ruined his brand-new shirt, sticking it to his side with blood. He couldn’t tell if he was still bleeding, or whether the slick wetness under his fingers was just blood left on his skin from the initial wound. It smarted to touch the wound, so he imagined that it was still closing up.He poked his finger through the hole in his jacket. It might improve the look, he thought ruefully, if he got shot up a few more times. The store hadn’t exactly offered a wide range of clothing, and everything he’d chosen fit into the “basics” range. Basic dark or black jeans or slacks, basic dark or black tops and t-shirts, and the basic black denim jacket. None of it had any spice or attitude, and he didn’t have the accessories to add it.The bullet h
Trayrock, Present TimeTalen counted heads as they crossed to the next house, making sure all his mates were present, as well as Ember. The act amused him, despite the gravity of the night, as he felt like a mother duck keeping track of her ducklings. They were a somber group, and he ran an eye over Rhett and Cameron trying to determine what was bothering his mates. Aislen was distracted by Ember, who was trying to explain the powers that Morgana possessed as Emissary, and while that was of interest to Talen, the grim faces of his mates were more urgent, so he fell back in line with Heath.“Cameron seems…” He started.“He’s not comfortable killing while they’re in a magic sleep,” Heath knew the answer to the question without prompting.“Ah,” Talen nodded. “It is safer.”“Yes,” Heath adjusted the laptop bag that he held over his shoulder. “Definitely, and a handy trick that Aislen has in her arsenal, but…” He grimaced a little at Talen.“Understood,” he nodded and stretched his legs, c
Trayrock, Present TimeAislen realised that she’d fucked up when she heard the crash of the front door being kicked in. This wasn’t going to be a quiet attack, but one which all the neighbours would overhear. She could only hope that none of them were feeling friendly towards the Van Helsings enough to go banging on the third target house down the street.Heath pulled himself up onto the roof and grabbed her hand. “Shit Aislen,” he plucked glass out before bowing his head over her hand and licking the wounds closed. “Quick thinking,” he said as he released her hand and looked up with a grin. “And fucking hot. I had no idea you could move like that.”She had been expecting him to scold her, and her laughter caught her by surprise. “Me either,” she admitted.“Well, let’s get this done quickly. It’s the only way to keep the noise down,” he turned to the window and kicked in the last of the glass. “Careful as you get in.”“I could put them all to sleep…” She suggested.He shook his head.
Trayrock, Present Time“If clothing wasn’t such a precious commodity at the moment, we could shift,” Heath observed as they walked quickly along the pavement heading back to where Talen had parked. “It’s a beautiful night for it.”He was right, Aislen thought. The sky had that clarity that made the night bitterly cold but foretold a pretty morning and calm weather the next day. Which would make being out and about nicer than being in a thunderstorm but wouldn’t provide as much cover as one, Aislen thought.“There’s Ember,” Cameron pointed to a spark high above them. “Which means that Samuel’s probably up there somewhere. He disappears into the night sky.”“Do you think they’re right, and that they’re the last of their kind?” Aislen wondered.“They would know better than we would,” Heath answered. “But I hope not. I like the idea of a world with dragons in it,” he smiled as he watched the speck move in the sky. “I guess we grew up so isolated within the pack, that other supernaturals d
Trayrock, Present Time"It is unusual for us to be alone," Talen said softly stroking his fingers through her hair."I would ask if you felt we needed adult supervision," she teased him. "But I am not sure if the Triquetra counts as a single adult let alone three."He laughed, a low chuckle of sound. "They are slowly maturing. Another hundred years or two, perhaps?" He arched an eyebrow."Maybe two," she agreed. "Quick now, Daddy, before they get back. Not that they're ever unwelcome, but it's nice sometimes...""Hmm," his eyes were warm. She didn't need to elaborate. He understood and didn't judge her for wanting one on one.They stopped by their room to grab towels and toiletries before tiptoeing down the hall to the bathroom.It was not a big room and was going to be straining at the seams in the morning Aislen thought as Talen closed the door between them and the hall. The wall with the door held two toilet cubicles, and the opposite wall two shower cubicles. An island of sinks an
Havermouth, Present TimeConnery murmured in his sleep as Meguitte eased a little away. She stilled, not wanting to wake him, and took a moment to admire her mate. He lay on his back, his head tilted a little to the side, and the magically toned blue streetlights filtering through the window coverings played over the strong line of his jaw and the point of his cheekbone.There was a mole beneath the point of his jaw, hidden normally from sight, a delicate dark spot as if the point of a quill had rested there for a moment. His eyelashes were a mockery of every girl’s makeup routine, naturally long and dark, feathering shadow over his skin, and his hair made her fingers twitch, wanting to touch it. His lips were parted, soft and inviting.He’d pushed the blankets down, exposing the long lean lines of his torso, one leg, and the beginning of his dark pubic hair. If she pushed them down further, she would be able to lean over and take his cock into her mouth. She would taste herself upon
Trayrock, Present timeIt felt wonderful to be in his wolf shape- as if Heath had been sitting too long and his muscles had cramped into his man-form. Immediately upon his paws hitting the ground, he broke into a run, knowing that Rhett and Cameron would catch up and fall in behind him. He ran along the river barricade, dodging projections from the haphazard structure, feeling the tug as sharp pieces caught on his fur and pulled it free.He could hear the thud of other paws on the pavement in echo of his own, and the pant of their breaths. As the car drove past, it carried with it the scent of those within it, the dark forest musk of Talen and the rain and sex of Aislen which was now tempered with the underlying sweetness of milk. He wondered if she knew that. None of their mates had remarked upon it, nor had she, so he suspected she hadn’t detected it on herself yet.The taillights and engine noise faded away, leaving his Triquetra alone on the street.They played a game of hide and
Trayrock, Present TimeIt never failed to amaze him how quickly things went to shit, Rhett thought grimly as he crouched in the shadows of the doorway of a solicitor’s office. The bay windows on either side created an indented entranceway, but it was a fragile shelter and the car lights as the Van Helsings’ patrol arrived swept across him. He was lucky that he was black. He closed his eyes to prevent the back-reflection, despite how vulnerable that made him, reliant on his other senses to let him know what was happening around him and if he was in danger.With his white fur, Heath was most easily spotted in the night. Cameron’s deep red blended more easily into darkness, and Rhett was a walking, growling shadow. He’d seen Heath take shelter between two cars and then the werewolf soldiers, predictably, spot him. Rhett had been about to reveal himself when the Van Helsings had arrived, and the werewolf soldiers and Heath had fled.Rhett was trapped in his shallow shelter, but mostly he’