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The Pack's Rebels Doors Closing
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte’s hands shook as she finished the first batch of the explosive mix, spreading the powder out in baking trays and setting them high on a shelf to dry. The mixture would not be explosive without the ignition, which would only be added just before its use, but she did not want anyone to interfere with it at this delicate point of the process. It would not take much to affect the delicate balance of ingredients.As she set the final tray onto the shelf, she braced her palms onto the counter. “Don’t do it Meguitte,” she said under her breath. He’d be thirsty and hungry by now, she argued with herself. And she needed samples.She wrung her hands against each other as she made her way through the warehouse to where the witches were cooking their evening meal. “Can I have some food for the prisoner?” She asked quietly.They gave her a bowl and a cup of tea, which she placed on a tray along with a candle, scissors and the tiny little condiment bowls from the k
The Pack's Rebels Preparing for War
Havermouth, Present TimeSamuel’s expression was sympathetic as he stepped back into the hallway. He would have heard everything, Meguitte knew, and felt her cheeks color. It could have been worse, she told herself, and knowing that he was just outside had helped to prevent worse from happening as even if she had been tempted by Logan’s attempts at seduction, the idea of sex with an audience brought back too many terrible memories.Meguitte picked up the tray. Samuel checked that the cool room door was closed casually as he passed it before resuming his seat. “A tough situation,” he observed, not even pretending not to have heard. “What will you do Meguitte?”She looked down at the tray she held. “I know what I should do,” she replied honestly, raw, and vulnerable. “I should choose the good man, the steady man, the man who has always been kind to me. I should…” She could taste the tears that streaked down her cheeks, the salt bitter on her tongue. “It’s the right thing to do. But…”He
The Pack's Rebels Showering With Rhett
Havermouth, Present Time“Not tonight,” Talen rose from the bed, and Cameron snorted himself awake, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face as he pondered why everyone was out of bed, before realizing that Aislen was there and breaking into a bright smile that fell into dismay.“Holy crap!” Cameron threw back the covers and crawled down the bed, reaching the foot before Talen finished pulling on his trousers so that he reached the door first, pushing past Heath to gather Aislen up in his arms, burying his face into her hair. “I’m so happy to see you, and so scared that you’re here,” he said smothered against her.“You’re naked,” she reminded him, squeezing him back. Naked and hard, his c-ck throbbing against her, his body and mind travelling the fast path between sleep and sex that was so typical of him that she laughed breathlessly, her body responding to the sensual mental images that he always pictured so very clearly.“Not tonight,” Talen repeated as he wrapped the sheet ar
The Pack's Rebels Good Night
Havermouth, Present Time Talen, Heath, and Cameron were sitting against the headboard of the bed with the bedside table light on low when they entered and broke off their conversation as Rhett deposited her across their laps. “There you go,” he declared scraping back his wet hair with one hand as he closed the bedroom door with the other. “She’s slightly damp, but clean and shiny and ready to be played with.” “Mine,” Cameron grabbed her, rolling her under him so that she was pressed in the warm space along Talen’s side with Cameron leaning over her, the light catching in his russet curls. “Hmph,” Talen slid down until his body cupped her side. “Mine, puppy,” he corrected. “Go play with Heath and Rhett.” “Aww,” Cameron pouted but rolled away and over Heath, who grunted in surprise as his red-haired mate made room to kneel between his thighs and sucked his c-ck into his mouth, his hands sliding down Heath’s sides to grasp his hips. Heath’s hand rested on Cameron’s head, his fingers
The Pack's Rebels Werewolf Intruders
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte stared up at the ceiling. The warehouse was very, very empty without Talen and his mates, and Connery. Although she knew that Harry and his mate were very close, their moans as they made love audible through the too-thin walls combining with the creaking of the building as it settled on its foundations, in the room by herself, she felt very lonely in the dark.She rolled onto her side and reached out to touch the table that separated her bed from Connery’s. She would feel better, she thought, if he was on the other side of that barrier… She breathed in, trying to capture the shadow of his scent lingering in the room, the mix of his cologne and the arcane components that he carried with him.No one would know if she went to the other side of the table, she thought as she rolled onto her back. Harry and his mate wouldn’t care, and… Did it matter if anyone knew? She rose carefully, trying not to make a sound anyway, and tiptoed around the protruding tabl
The Pack's Rebels Turning Logan
Havermouth, Present TimeIt had been stupid. Stupid to drink his blood, Meguitte told herself as she tried to rescue as much of her workspace as possible. She did not think she would come to any harm from it, however, despite his belief that he was somehow contagious. Vampires fed from all types of supernatural and never came to any harm from it. Talen and Harry were both regularly drinking from their werewolves… It was no different.She was not entirely sure that she was convincing herself, and her stomach rolled and complained within her as if in disagreement with her logic. “Stupid,” she whispered as she distilled the black liquid from the saucepan into a jar. She closed her eyes and summoned her sparrows, her familiars reluctant to leave their roosts, but eventually diving in through the broken glass, causing the witches and Sigrid’s vampires to exclaim in surprise.As they landed on Meguitte’s shoulders and head, their little claws tangling into her hair, she told them what she n
The Pack's Rebels Aislen Takes Control
Havermouth, Present TimeThey were woken too early by the delivery of a breakfast tray and plastic wrapped clothing. The early wake up was a deliberate ploy to prove that the pack controlled them, that the pack decided just how long they slept for, what and when they ate, and what they wore, Aislen thought sourly as they began the cycle of showering and dressing for the day. The breakfast only just made up for the early hour, the bacon and pancakes taking off the edge of her annoyance.The plastic wrapped clothing revealed more khaki-green for her men, and a grey version for herself. She stood, wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and cooling against her back, the trousers in her hands, and her mouth dry. She had been wearing this clothing in her dream, she realized.“I was more pregnant then,” she told herself trying to shake her unease.“What’s that?” Cameron sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots.“I… Um,” she dragged in a deep breath through her nose and released it. “I hate
The Pack's Rebels Thaelen and Harithen’s Walk Home
Concordia, Six Hundred and Ninety-Five Years BeforeThaelen bent over the map tracing the coastline of the dragon land with his finger under the flickering lamp light. The ship rocked gently, the ropes holding it to the moorings creaking slightly, a melody against the wash of the waves against the wood, and he accommodated the movement unconsciously, a habit learned centuries ago during raids that had swiftly returned to him.The drunken revelry of sailors on shore leave as they moved between the taverns that crowded the docks filtered through the cabin walls, and a woman’s laughter rang loudly from nearby and was swiftly hushed, lifting the captain’s head. Someone had brought a whore on board, Thaelen acknowledged with amusement, and would earn the captain’s ire once the ship owner had departed.“No settlement has succeeded?” Thaelen repeated.“Never, Mr. Gathaine,” the captain confirmed. “The natives protect the shores savagely. Many ships have docked there, and many settlers have e
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