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Havermouth High School, Five Years in the PastAislen made it to the grassy slope before the bell and sat in approximately the normal position that Heath customarily occupied. She saw the Triquetra walk out of a building in a gathering of other jocks and cheerleaders. Was it a werewolf trait to always move in a pack? She wondered as she watched them approach. They were beautiful, she admitted ruefully. They were simply more athletic, their hair shinier, their skin clearer, their teeth straighter and whiter. There was something to their bone structure, to their long-limbed height and grace of motion that stood out amongst the human students, and quite simply outshone them. And three of them were hers, she added to herself. Or sort of. At the moment. Under whatever complicated, convoluted twisted arrangement that existed between them, whatever madness that had them wanting her… And they wanted her, she told herself. She was telepath, and however poor a one she was, she could tell that
The Pack's Secret Keeper Sensitive Spots
Havermouth, Present Time Aislen watched the light shift across the floor, diffused by the leaves of the trees outside the window. Rhett had pulled back the curtains in order improve the light, and so she had a clear view through his window of the garden and the river below. She could see that they had expanded on the original firepit, creating a paved sunken circular space with inset seating built into the steps down. A gravel pit cupped a large brazier, with wood pre-set for lighting, and there were hollows built into the wall between the stairs and the seats which held wood seasoning for use. She wrapped her fingers around the chair spokes and hissed out a breath as Rhett hit a sensitive spot. He had positioned her straddling the chair, hugging the back, with a cushion beneath her and one before her to make the posture more comfortable. He had tied her hair high up on her head in order to bare her back. She knew, from the flashes of the images that she caught whenever he tou
The Pack's Secret Keeper River House
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThey ran through the school, pursued with a sort of frantic madness, before dividing between Heath’s car and Cameron’s pulling out of the school parking lot in a burn of smoking tires as if they were being pursued in a movie. Aislen pressed back in the passenger seat of Heath’s car, laughing, wild and wicked with it, and exchanged grins with him as they pulled out onto the main road. “We’ll beat them to your house,” he said. “Do you think we can beat them to the river house?”“I don’t know…” She admitted. “There’re things that I will need to pack…”“Toothbrush, change of underwear, change of clothes,” he changed gear his eyes flicking to the rear view. “Prepare to run.”“What about…” Her mind scattered. “Food… and…”“We have all that.”Tiffany and Patrick would be at work. She could throw together a bag and be gone… and just not return until Sunday, she admitted to herself. If they even noticed that she wasn’t there, what could they do about it?“Okay.”
The Pack's Secret Keeper Sheaths
Havermouth, Present TimeAs Rhett’s room reflected his gothic tastes, and Cameron’s his country farm tastes, Heath’s room was entirely him. Sleek polished surfaces, no clutter, expensive and designer. His bed, like Rhett’s, was a four poster, but square and spare. He had chosen a four poster she saw, swallowing hard, in order to use the poles to mount the restraints. Each pole had several fixtures, from finger-thick metal loops to black rope already tied into place. Next to the bed was a glass-topped table, upon which was laid a wide array of sex toys.Heath’s sexual interests were unapologetically on display. “I guess you don’t have a house cleaner,” she observed. “Or visitors.”“No cleaner,” he opened the door into the bathroom. “And no visitors that would be invited into my bedroom.”The bathroom was tiled in glossy white subway tiles with black grout. The tapware was black, and the porcelain was white. The floor was a patterned black tile in style with the heritage of the house,
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Havermouth, Five Years Before“I’m not…” She swallowed. “I’m not sure what to do.” It had always been them doing things to her, not the reverse, she thought. “Whatever you want to,” Heath invited. “He’s not going to stop you. That’s how this work. We do to each other what we want to do, and everyone gets off.”“Over and over again,” Cameron murmured, his eyes almost closed and his body relaxed, entranced by Heath’s hands on him, as Aislen often found herself mesmerized when the Triquetra touched her. But there was a trust between Cameron and Heath that she didn’t hold for any member of the Triquetra, she thought. “Bite my nipples,” he breathed out. “You heard him,” Heath’s voice was dark with lust. “Bite his nipples, Aislen.”Aislen slid her hands up Cameron’s chest, and the down over his shoulders, feeling the flow of his muscle beneath his skin, before pressing her lips to his collar bone. His c-ck nudged against her stomach, and Heath deliberately rubbed the tip against her with
The Pack's Secret Keeper I Will Not Fail Again
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath was pleased enough with Aislen’s behavior to feed her in the farmhouse style kitchen with its polished wooden benchtops, and shaker profile doors painted a soft moss green. The Triquetra had opened up the rear of the house, and put in French doors onto the balcony, so that light streamed in. There were comfortable natural-toned leather couches and a TV on one side, and a vintage dining table in distressed white paint, complete with gothic styled Queen Anne chairs upholstered in dark grey. The lighting was twisted wrought iron chandeliers, and the fridge and appliances were top of the range and expensive. It was a blend of all three men, she thought, and it worked, each detail complimenting and offsetting the other, a bit like the Triquetra themselves… Though, there was tension and dissent in the Triquetra’s relationship as was demonstrated when Rhett called Heath out of the kitchen. They had been arguing somewhere else in the house, out of sight but no
The Pack's Secret Keeper Friday Night At The River House
Havermouth, Five Years in the PastThey swam after sex and then lay lazily on the balcony with the sun warm on their bare skin. There was a decadence, Aislen thought, to being wet and naked in the sunshine with three of the most gorgeous and popular boys from High School. Heath lay on his stomach with his head cushioned on his folded hands and his face turned towards Rhett, his eyes closed, and beyond and over him, Cameron sprawled like a doll dropped from height, one leg and arm on Heath’s back, his face pressed into Heath’s side, snoring slightly.Her head was cushioned on Rhett’s bicep and with her hand on his chest she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart. He was almost asleep, his thoughts drifting off into fuzz whenever he slipped closer to slumber - sex, swimming, more of Cameron’s muffins and alcohol creating a cocktail that combined with the warm sunshine and peacefulness of the location was perfect for sleeping off.Her position gave Aislen the opportunity to look at h
The Pack's Secret Keeper Into The River
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen watched the birds eat from a bird feeder suspended off the balcony outside Rhett’s window. Of course he would have placed one there so that he could sit at the desk and draw them, she thought. It was precisely what she would have done if it were her room. Watching them now helped take her mind off the tattoo.She wished that she could say that she was getting used to the pain, but it seemed whenever she found a level of comfort, Rhett would find a new and painful spot. “I am done with the outline,” he said, leaning back and setting the tattoo gun down on the plastic wrapped tray. “I’ll just apply the ointment and bandages…” She sighed in relief and rose from the chair, stretching out and rolling her head on her neck as he went to the bathroom and rummaged in the drawers before returning. She felt his breath on her skin as he smoothed the ointment over the tattoo, his pride in his artwork tainted by his misery. (Would he ever be able to look at it with
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