Chapter One Hundred and Six

Havermouth, Present Time

All four men looked at Aislen in unison and she felt her heart begin to race. “Oh fuck,” she whispered and caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she stood, setting the flowers onto the bed. She turned and scooped her hair over her shoulder. “Can someone unzip me?”

Rhett stepped up. His hands shook as he reached for the zip, his breath came quick and heavy, his thoughts a rapid cacophony of erotic fantasies. Her dress sagged and she let it slip to the ground, before stepping out of her shoes, feeling Rhett’s hands stroke over her arse as she bent to pick them up.

“Suspenders,” he murmured, slipping his fingers under the straps. “I have a weakness for them.”

“I didn’t get dressed this morning, anticipating that I would be painting,” she replied. “Though, it doesn’t look like a lot of painting will get done today.”

“Mhm. We’ll discuss the painting and the reason for it in a little while,” Talen told her, as he returned to the armoire. “In the meantime, out of deference for our dark friend’s preference, please keep the suspenders on, little demon.”

“Yes, daddy,” she turned and placed the shoes and dress in Rhett’s hands. “Tuck these away somewhere for me, will you Rhett?" She said to him, releasing her bra and adding it to the pile before shimmying out of her panties and placing them on top. Rhett carried them over to the chair where Talen hand hung his shirt.

“Fuck,” Cameron said thickly, staring at her.

“I know,” Talen agreed, his rich voice warm and approving. “Little demon is beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Cameron answered reverently. “She is.”

“Don’t you think so, blonde one?” Talen asked.

“Heath,” Heath replied. “I am Heath Gale.”

“I know,” Talen’s eyes glinted red as he turned away from the armoire. He handed a cock ring to Heath and another to Rhett. “And you didn’t answer the question.”

Heath’s eyes met Aislen’s and the look in them was rueful. He understood, she thought, that Talen was deliberately not calling them by their names. She suspected that they had to earn their names from her mountain of a vampire mate.

Rhett pulled off his top and placed it on top of Aislen’s clothing. “Aislen knows that we think she’s beautiful,” he replied defensively. “If you’re implying that we don’t tell her often enough, or something of the sort.”

“Did I say that?” Talen raised an eyebrow, as he carried lube to the bedside table. “When blonde one is undressed, dark one and red one, you will tie him to the bed.”

The Triquetra all looked at him in unison, and then Cameron and Rhett’s eyes slid to Heath, who always had to be in control of the sex. His kink was pushing other’s boundaries and dominating them. Heath looked at the rope in his hands and then at Aislen.

She had assumed that she would be the one tied up, and wasn’t sure how she felt about that, considering she had spent the better part of two days tied to Rhett’s bed. Of course, she thought, Talen would have guessed something like that had occurred and would not place her in that situation, guessing that she was still recovering from the trauma of it.

Heath searched her face, and his eyes softened. He nodded slightly and passed the rope to Rhett before removing his jeans. Glorious in his nakedness, he walked across to the bed. “How would you like me?” He asked Talen.

“Face up, legs spread,” Talen took more rope out of the armoire and passed it to Cameron. “Help dark one.”

Aislen chewed on her bottom lip and pressed her thighs together as she watched Cameron and Rhett tie Heath to the bed, suppressing the heated throb of her cunt. Heath held her eyes throughout, letting her know that he was surrendering for her.

Talen came to stand behind her, his skin warm against hers and his arm wrapping around her to draw her back against him as he slid his hand over her stomach to tease her clit. He kissed along her shoulder and up her neck. “There is something very appealing about a strong dominant when he is willing to surrender for a person that he loves, isn’t there, little demon?” He murmured into her ear as he sank his fingers into her.

She moaned, leaning back into him.

“Watch them tie him down, little demon,” Talen breathed the words. “Watch him. I think our Dom has found a new kink, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she smiled in amusement because Talen was right. Heath’s cock was ticking with his pulse and the tip was beaded with pre-cum.

Talen removed his hand from within her and lifted his fingers to her lips. She took them into her mouth, sucking her slick, meeting Heath’s eyes as she did so. Heath groaned, his muscles tensing and his hips rising from the mattress. Talen shook with his silent laughter, wicked with his enjoyment.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek before releasing her and circling the bed, locating the cock rings that he had given Heath and Rhett, which they had set aside to tie Heath to the bed. He threw them onto Heath’s stomach. “Put one on him, dark one, and one on yourself.”

Rhett turned the cock ring over in his hand. “We’re not allowed to come,” he said after a long pause. “That is why the cock rings.”

“You can come,” Talen replied, as he lit the candles and turned off the light. The Triquetra’s eyes kicked in yellow and green, whilst Talen’s glowed red within the pupil, their night vision activating, all four possessing better eyesight in the flickering candlelight than Aislen. “Once you have satisfied the little demon’s insatiable appetite, and only with each other.”

"Or you?" Heath wanted to know.

"Or me," Talen was amused. "If you think you can handle me."

“Why can’t we come with Aislen?” Rhett couldn’t resist pushing the boundaries.

“Because this is not about us,” Heath answered, his eyes holding Talen’s. “This is about proving to him that we can do right by Aislen.”

Talen’s smile revealed his sharper canine and pre-molar teeth. “Little demon is my mate,” he said. “If she consents to it. By extension, you, should she consent to your claim, will become my mates as well, which means that the consent becomes a three-way affair, something I think that you are somewhat practiced in.” His lip curled.

“She must consent to taking me as her mate, and she must consent to taking your Triquetra as her mates. I know enough about werewolves to know that your process is not dissimilar to our own, in that regard – rejections must be from all parties, and acceptances also. By extension, should little demon accept me as her mate first,” his eyes travelled between the three werewolves. “And I think that I am somewhat closer to acceptance than you are… Then I must also accept you for your claim to take hold.

“Now, I happen to know that little demon did not consent to the beautiful artwork that she is wearing… and it is beautiful,” he nodded his head respectfully to Rhett. “But placed without her consent. Therefore, there are a few hurdles before us, blonde one, dark one, and red one, that I think we need to surmount before little demon even begins to contemplate your application as her mates.

“You must win her trust,” he handed Aislen a blindfold. “Something that you have neglected to do, despite your longer association with her. You must prove yourself worthy of her. You must prove that you respect her – and that includes her right to consent to all things regarding her beautiful body and self – as well as her thoughts, her dreams, and her emotions.

“You need to convince her that when she is at her weakest, you will be her strength. That when she has a need, you will do everything in your power to meet it. That you will always be there to catch her when she falls. You are her shield against the wrongs of this world, her cheer squad for her successes, her warrior when she is under threat, her light in the night, the confidant to whom she whispers her darkest fears, the mirror that always sees her beauty, and her lover, no matter what life brings before you both.

“Until,” his voice softened and gentled. “Until you are these things, until we,” he put the emphasis on the “we,” uniting the Triquetra and himself. “Until we are these things for her, we do not get to call ourselves her mate. Do you understand?”

“Fuck me,” Cameron’s mouth hung open and he closed it with a snap of his teeth. “Well, I feel completely inadequate and a little bit shit, now, I don’t know about the rest of you.”

Heath swallowed thickly and grimaced slightly, fighting for control of his emotions. “We understand.”