Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe new girl smelled like the roses around the river house, Cameron thought. Not the sharp almost artificial stink of modern roses, but the rich, soft, seductive tones of roses whose origins were hundreds of years old, and which had not been interfered with in the human search for the perfectly marketable product, but which retained their original beauty as nature had intended.Her skin was like a rose petal, soft looking and flawless in texture. Combined with a head of glossy brunette ringlets and blue eyes, she had made his heart stutter the moment that she’d entered the room. She’d edged her way to the empty desk next to him, and slid into the seat, eyes lowered, and her books clutched almost defensively against her chest.She wore an oversized, ugly school jumper, sleeves rolled back, and the fade on her uniform skirt clearly identified it as having gone through the second hand shop several times. She was rounded in the way of a perfectly ripe piece o
Havermouth, Present Time“Wolfsbane is…” Heath fought back his laughter shaking his head. “Aislen… Honey,” he succumbed and covered his face with his hands as it exploded from him. “I’m sorry. But if wolfsbane was an issue for werewolves, then we’d all be dead. It grows wild in the mountains that we run through regularly.”“Well, duh,” she replied, irritated. “But someone is trying to hex me, Heath, so when my werewolf boyfriend buys me flowers and I’m handed wolfsbane, I have to wonder if it’s a coincidence or something else.”“You think Lauren is a witch?” He snickered. “Lauren’s harmless and human.”“Since I’ve come to town, I can count the people outside of the Triquetra, Talen and Tyler that I have regular contact with on one hand. June because of Guy, Diana because of my caffeine addiction, and Lauren,” Aislen replied as they got out of the car. “Now Lauren has gone out of her way to be friendly, and people just don’t do that with me.”“That’s…” He sighed. “Sad. Maybe she just w
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett stared at the girl under the fall of his hair. F-k. He’d laughed off Cameron’s infatuation, but… f-k. He could imagine sinking his teeth into that creamy skin, feeling her tongue on his c-ck, and the smoosh of her curves beneath his body was what wet dreams were made for… She’d be like a marshmallow, and he wanted to lick every inch of her, feel her sticky sweetness melt across his tongue…Get that f-king oversized jumper off her and he imagined that the breasts that it hid would explain the curves of her hips and thighs. Oh, f-k, the thighs on her… He wanted to feel them clench around his face as he gnawed on her clit…He wanted to smear his come over her face, he wanted to make her gag on his c-ck, he wanted to f-k her so hard that he felt her cervix give.He wanted to do things to her, deprived, dirty unnamed things…He was sure that his smile was wolfish, but the girl didn’t seem to notice, blushing and hunching her shoulders, letting her thick,
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen’s restless fidgeting increased the closer that they got to the river house and Heath tried to push down the ache that gnawed in his sternum. “We are working on the garden,” he said as he turned in the gate, seeking to relieve the growing tension with conversation. “There’s an argument whether to restore the formal gardens that were original to the house, or to do something more natural and lower maintenance.”“Oh.”“We will probably have to hire a landscaper to decide the matter for us,” he pressed the button to activate the roller door of the garage to the side of the house.“This is new,” she said as he pulled up in his space.“Needed somewhere to park the cars.”“And the tractor,” she nodded towards it. “I’m guessing that’s Cameron’s as it isn’t precisely your or Rhett’s style.”He laughed, but his laughter sounded tight and forced to his own ears. “Come on,” he got out of the car and went to the rear of the car to collect the groceries. By the time
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett reached the classroom first and leaned back against the wall, staying out of the press of students making their way from class to class. The mate bond inevitably drew his eyes through the crowd of blue clad students to where Heath was making his way towards him. Heath was shadowed by Lillian Ridgeway and Diana Boyston.Lillian made doe eyes up at Heath, though the blonde alpha was oblivious, his eyes already on Rhett’s and a smile curling his lips. Rhett knew he was smiling back, the happiness bubbling up within him at seeing his mate.As he reached Rhett, Heath forgot about the she-wolves with him, and Rhett saw Lillian’s disappointment as Diana tugged her away back into the flow of students towards their next class. Heath leaned his shoulder against the wall next to Rhett and inclined towards him, breathing in the scent of Rhett’s hair. “I missed you last night,” he said softly.“Dad’s in town,” Rhett replied. He could feel the heat of Heath’s bod
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath continued the tour of the renovated river house, taking Aislen upstairs to where the Triquetra kept their work and play areas – and it was both. There was an office for Cameron, one for Heath, and a generous area that served both as office and art-studio for Rhett.And then there was the playroom.The door was code-locked, and Heath opened the double doors into a darkened room. As he stepped over the threshold, a strip of red lighting set at ground level lit up, revealing a massive room that easily occupied half the second level. It was so large that there were structural support poles that divided the space.A huge four poster bed was central, circled by a variety of leather covered benches, frames, restraints, swings and St Andrews’ cross.The walls of the room were curtained, and Heath picked a remote up off a table and they pulled back to reveal internally lit glass fronted cases displaying a range of toys and BDSM wear.“This is other level,” Aislen
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeSunday night, Rhett crept into the house. He could hear the scrape of silverware over china from the living area, and the soft tones of the classical music Phillip liked to play during mealtimes.Heath and Cameron went home Sundays from the river house, to attend their mandatory Sunday family meals. Things in the Salem’s house was less formal, unless it was the weekend of the full moon and Phillip was home, in which case Lora Salem would cook a roast to appease her husband’s liking for the impression of family bliss.“It has almost been a year,” Phillip said, his voice echoing hollowly through the almost-silent barn. “And the three of them seem to have little interest in finding a mate.”“Not all werewolves mate their first adult year, darling,” Lora replied. “If I remember correctly, you were twenty-nine when we married, not nineteen.”“I was studying law. And I wasn’t a member of a Triquetra,” Phillip’s tone was clipped and irritated. “They have one pur
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath arranged the spill of Aislen’s hair over the edge of the mattress. “When I tell you…” He said sliding his hand under her back. “I want you to lift here, and your leg,” he adjusted the position. “Here.” He stepped back and ran his eye over her and Cameron. “Yes, that…” He was breathing heavily.Aislen smirked. “Gets you off.”“It does,” his smile was wry. “As does looking at the images after.”“Well, let’s make these worth wanking over,” she gestured come hither with her fingers to Cameron. “You know where I want your lips, handsome,” she purred up at him. “Like you promised, an orgasm for each photo.”“That’s not quite how the game was intended. We’re supposed to be in charge,” Cameron braced his arms over her. Heath snapped a photo startling them both, and then a second as they both looked up at him. Cameron was laughing as he looked back down at Aislen. “I like this way,” he said softly, and began to kiss her beneath her jaw, so that she angled her hea