Havermouth, Two Weeks before“F-k me,” Aislen grumbled under her breath as Rhett closed the distance between them until he could feel the heat of her body against his, and breathe in the elixir of her scent. Did she smell even better today? He wondered as he filled his lungs with her, his blood heating and his c-ck stirring. F-k he wanted to take her somewhere private and show her all the ways that he could make her moan.“It’s not the best location for that,” he laughed under his breath.“I’ll just… go get the trolley,” the human woman with Aislen was like a rabbit recognising the wolf lurking in the shadows, he thought, as she backed away from where he and Aislen stood. The clerk had disappeared, abandoning trolley and step stool.Aislen looked up at him, her pupils dilating, reminding him of Cameron’s pleasure-blown pupils. Yes, exactly, his c-ck agreed emphatically. Down boy, Rhett reprimanded his libido, we’re doing things differently, showing Aislen that we can do better.“What

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before “That’s a very full bed,” Rhett said to Heath and Cameron felt his heart pick up, racing inside of his chest and echoing as a pulse through his c-ck. Rhett and Heath thought the vampire was their mate, too. Cameron pictured the vampire as he had been the night before and imagined sinking his fingers into the man’s thick golden hair, feeling the brush of his beard against his c-ck, and he shivered at the fission that crossed his skin. If the man was their mate, that made it okay that Cameron wanted to feel his skin against his, didn’t it? He wondered. It didn’t feel wrong, anyway. He saw Rhett and Heath exchange a look and realized that they had planned something between them whilst he’d been distracted by his c-ck and his daydreams of f-king the vampire. “You’re making assumptions, that you three get to be in my bed,” Aislen said. “No,” she added holding up a finger to stall Heath as his mouth opened. “You are here to paint, not to f-k. I am still mad a

Havermouth, Present TimeLogan returned late into the night and dismissed Lark, before undressing the darkness and sliding into the bed behind Meguitte. His hand stroked up under her top, cupping her breast as he cupped her body in his and kissed along the line of her shoulder.“Meg,” he murmured. “Are you awake?”It was tempting to play at sleep, but she knew that he wouldn’t believe her, and doing so would betray just how furious she was with him. If he suspected the depth of her anger, he would never trust her enough to relax the guard around her.“No.”He sat up in the darkness and took off the key that he wore around his neck, releasing the cuff around one of her wrists, and those around her ankles. She rolled onto her back, well used to the routine, and he opened the buttons down the bodice of her dress to reveal her breasts, her nipples pebbling beneath the caress of his fingers.Did he touch them like that? The other women? The thought popped into her mind, and the grief of it

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen glared at the alpha werewolf. “Spill it,” she demanded. “Spill everything. Every last drop of information that you have. How do we get the cuffs off?”Behind him, she saw Leighton look up sharply, his attention caught by her tone of voice. He was seated at one of the worktables with a book open before him. Verina had a hand on his shoulder, leaning over him to read, whilst Mercy pounded something into powder with a pestle and mortar. Both women glanced over at her, and then back to Leighton and returned their task. Something that they were mixing stank like death, Aislen thought with a shudder. Verina pointed to a line in the book and turned to Mercy who raised her eyebrows and shrugged.August started to shake his head. “We only have the vaguest of ideas at the moment, leaked information via spies within the Van Helsings, nothing conclusive. How to remove them is known only to the upper echelons of the organization. There is a man, here, however, who k

Havermouth, Present TimeHow the twin werewolf girls ran hand-in-hand, Rhett didn’t know, but he had to admire the co-ordination. He was far less co-ordinated with one hand on the arse of the boy riding him piggy-back and the other gripping the wrist of the wild-one that he didn’t trust not to run in the wrong direction because the lunatic had already done so once.How the f-k the seriousness of the situation escaped the blonde nutter Rhett didn’t know, but he’d only just managed to stop the idiot from running out in front of a pair of Van Helsings doing a patrol. The crazy kid thought the whole exercise was a great joke, an advanced game of hide and go seek, and Rhett was just a grown-up playmate who wasn’t really much fun.Rhett was drenched in sweat, and his heart was racing by the time he shoved his personal demon over the fence into Mr Claymont’s yard. He was not taking four in one go again, he told himself as he followed them over the fence. For a moment he braced one hand on th