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The Pack's Triquetra Bath Time With Rhett
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron groaned and tossed his math book across the room. “F-k,” he banged the back of his head against the wall. The light was beginning to go, and he couldn’t focus on his books after spending most of the day f-king, but they were skipping a lot of classes, and if he didn’t keep up to date on the projects, his teachers would begin to complain.He checked out the window hoping that Heath would magically appear, although there hadn’t been enough time for him to drop Aislen home and pick up food. Heath would help Cameron get the math done though he’d give Cameron shit about not listening to the teacher.He picked up the English book instead. He should have read it with Aislen, he thought. They were in the same class, after all. “F-k.” He rolled to his feet taking his book with him and padded down the hall to the bathroom.The door released steam when he opened it, and the scent of the bath salts that Rhett liked. Rhett had lit all the candles in the room a
The Pack's Triquetra Don't Let Me Down
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath sat in the driver’s seat of his car and assembled the chastity belt and vibrator. “F-k,” he murmured as he worked out how to buckle the pieces together. It would spoil the effect if he fumbled, he needed to be confident with how it operated, with how each piece went together, before he clicked the lock shut.He was f-king hard imagining it on Aislen.He blew out a breath as he finished the assembly, confident that he knew how it went on, his mind going to how to get her to put it on. Control her, his father had demanded. The weight of that conversation was heavy on Heath’s shoulders. No one had stated what would happen if Heath failed, but he knew it.Aislen would disappear. The pack would make her disappear. Maybe they would kill her, or maybe they’d pay to transfer her family to another country, to somewhere else… somewhere beyond the Triquetra’s reach. If Heath did not control her, the pack would take her away.They didn’t know, he told himself i
The Pack's Triquetra Bad Dreams
Havermouth, Present TimeHe watched from the trees…The girl glanced over her shoulder. She could feel eyes on her, although she couldn’t find any evidence of it. Her eyes searched the trees and found nothing to justify her suspicion. She unbound the cap that held the rope of her hair tight to her head. A woman’s true beauty, these humans seemed to want to hide it under pin and cloth, like they hid so much of their nature.Suppression, repression, denial, and accusation.She unravelled the silken skein of her hair, the golden tint of it gleaming in the darkening day as she waded into the river. She wore a chemise – like any maiden of her age and time, she would never entirely bare her skin, even when she was alone… as far as she knew.The cloth, however, was fine enough to cling to curve and hollow as it sapped up the moisture of the water, leaving nothing to the imagination, pasting transparently to the cup of breast, the rose of nipple, the round of stomach…He watched, entranced, a
The Pack's Triquetra Cameron's Perfection
Havermouth, Present Time“Is it?” Aislen grinned and pressed a kiss to Talen’s chest before rolling suddenly to cover Cameron, startling him as she straddled him and began to press kisses to his face. He kept his eyes closed and grinned, delighting in her playful affection, his heart swelling with joy as he closed his hands on her hips and stroked up exploring the smooth, curved texture of her as she trailed her hair over his face.He opened his eyes, unable to resist but to look at her and she grinned from within the wild cloud of her hair, before leaning down to kiss his nose. She met his eyes, her hands on his chest, and rubbed the tip of her nose against his. “I love you,” she whispered.“I love you too,” he replied, and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him. She kissed his neck, sucking a hickey into being, before teasing his earlobe with her tongue.“I am going to make love to you, Cameron,” she whispered into his ear. “I am going to kiss every inch of you.”“Oh god,”
The Pack's Triquetra Cameron's Decision
Havermouth, Present Time“I’m going to come out,” Cameron said softly stroking his fingers through Talen’s hair as the vampire drank from him. Talen moaned, reaching between them to grip his c-ck, the hot spill of his come on Cameron’s stomach adding to the slime of Cameron’s own that was cooling there. Cameron kissed Talen’s shoulder and felt the stroke of the vampire’s tongue over his skin, cleaning, and healing. “I am going to tell my dad. If you have a problem with it, Rhett, Heath, then I will just say about Talen… But I’d prefer to say about us all.”“F-king finally,” Rhett reached out and took his hand, turning his head to look at him. “I’ve wanted to come out for years. I just about did the other day, to Jace,” he added. “Thought I didn’t say about you and Heath…”“Heath?” Cameron asked.Heath rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling a muscle working in the corner of his jaw. “I’m not going to stop you from coming out to your dad, Cam,” he said finally.“But…” Aislen put
The Pack's Triquetra Coming Out
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath cried out as he came, angling his last thrusts against Cameron’s prostate, tipping him over the edge. Cameron felt the slight burn as he came, reminding him of how well Talen had f-ked him with the sounding rods the night before. His come struck in warm splatters over his stomach and Heath collapsed into it, smearing it between them.“I have so much come on me,” Cameron laughed under his breath.“F-k,” Heath groaned. “We’ve f-ked so much recently, I have pulled a muscle in my back.” Cameron reached around and rubbed over Heath’s shoulders until his mate groaned. “Oh, yeah, there. Hmm, that’s good, thanks,” his lips tickled Cameron’s neck as he spoke. “I’ll do a workout and soak it out properly a bit later. So… How are you going to tell your dad?”“I tell him in person,” Cameron decided. “I should go check on him anyway.”“Did you want me to come?”Cameron was touched by the offer. He brushed a kiss into Heath’s hair. “Thanks, but nah, I’ll do it by mysel
The Pack's Triquetra The Couch
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRohan was talking but Heath barely heard the words, smiling and nodding on automatic pilot as he sat on the knoll for recess. He chewed on his apple in order to cover for the fact that he wasn’t contributing to the conversation, but it wouldn’t have mattered to Rohan anyway. The other alpha only ever heard his own voice.Heath couldn’t see Aislen amongst the students seeking their habitual break spots. His finger hovered on the remote until he saw her hurry out of the building, her eyes meeting his and her expression anxious.He felt the thrill of success. “Good girl,” he said under his breath to himself as she threaded her way through the crowds to where he sat, sitting directly between his knees. As he put his arm around her, he could feel that she was shaking.His attention was dragged from Aislen to where Rhett and Cameron guided the three she-wolves towards them. One of the she-wolves was flirting with Cameron who was enjoying the attention, and the
The Pack's Triquetra Where was Aislen?
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAll three were stoned and stinking of sex, Heath thought, as they staggered back into the school and made for the grassy knoll. They polished off the contents of their packed lunches, trading between them what each other liked, whilst they waited for the bell to go.With their trust funds officially released into their control on their eighteenth birthdays and supplemented by generous allowances from their parents, most of the werewolf teenagers had the ability to buy their meals, either from the school cafeteria or by driving into town and stopping by one of the cafes. The Triquetra did when they had stayed at the river house the night before, which was becoming more and more frequent, but packed lunches were more convenient.The werewolf mothers went to extreme efforts to make their teenager’s packed lunches stand out – Rohan’s mother sent him with rice shaped like animals and detailed with contrasting black rice grains, Lillian’s lunch box contained fr
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