Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen

Havermouth, Present Time

Aislen woke, pressed tightly against Talen’s chest with Cameron at her back, snoring in her ear. Someone’s arm was draped over Talen’s waist, and Aislen guessed its owner to be Heath, remembering waking in similar positions in the past, trapped between him and Cameron, with Rhett gleefully occupying most of the mattress.

She felt Talen press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Good morning, little demon,” he murmured.

“Good morning, daddy.” For once it was actually morning, and quite late in it, as the sunshine that fell through the window was golden and rich. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Hmm,” he chuckled. “Surprisingly well, considering the lack of space.”

“Me too,” she stroked her hand over his stomach muscles and closed over his cock. “You are well awake, daddy,” she purred. “I could take care of that for you.”

He gripped her and rolled onto his back, carrying her with him so she suddenly straddled him.

Cameron snorted and opened an eye as he lost the support of her body and collapsed forward. “Hey.”

“Nudge Rhett if you want morning sex,” Heath replied lifting onto his elbow. “I’m in on this.”

“But Rhett’s a bitch in the morning,” Cameron complained, rolling to face Rhett who, as Aislen had predicted, had most of the space, and yet was still curled on his side within it, his back to them.

“Am not,” Rhett mumbled.

“Suck me off then.”

“Suck yourself.”

“See.”

Aislen stroked her hands over Talen’s chest, enjoying the tight muscles beneath the smooth skin and coarse hair, following the centerline of his body down to his belly button, and over the tight plane of his lower belly to where his cock jutted up to greet her. She caressed the velvet soft skin over the steel inner core as Heath straddled Talen’s legs behind her, his hands travelling from her hips, up to cup her breasts, rolling the nipples between finger and thumb.

Cameron was still trying to coax Rhett into sex, spooning him and kissing along Rhett’s shoulder whilst cupping Rhett’s cock. Rhett wasn’t as resistant as he pretended to be, Aislen thought, watching them out of the corner of her eye, he just liked to make Cameron work for it, and liked to be seduced.

Talen’s eyes smouldered, the red spark of a vampire glowing within their depths as she looked back at him, and his smile was slow and smoky. “Well, little demon?”

Heath’s breath was warm against her neck. “I’ve never done this with anyone other than Rhett and Cam,” he admitted quietly. “I’m not as confident handling your vampire.”

“I would say that I don’t bite,” Talen’s eyes lit with his amusement. “But I do.”

“Fuck,” Heath breathed out, his mind flooding with desire.

“Yeah, he has that effect,” Aislen agreed.

Heath lifted her forward and then guided her back onto him and Talen. She groaned, awash with Heath’s enjoyment of the view as she took them both into her. Talen sighed out, his eyelids heavy and his face relaxing into pleasure. “Very nice,” he murmured. “It has been quite some time for me.”

“I imagine that you have amassed quite a bit of experience,” Heath said, his voice hoarse, he began to thrust experimentally, growing in confidence as Talen groaned and arched his hips, steadying Aislen’s seat upon him with his hands. “F-k,” Heath gasped out against Aislen’s shoulder.

“None quite like this,” Talen’s smile was sensual. “No sexual experiences compare to that experience with mates, is that not correct, blonde one?”

“Very true,” Heath was breathless with exertion and pleasure.

Aislen used her fingers to press against her clit as both men were occupied with maintaining the position. “Mmm, feels good,” her head rolled on her neck, her eyes closing.

“You always enjoyed taking more than one of us,” Cameron commented. He had persuaded Rhett into sucking him off, smugly laying on his back with his hands behind his head to reveal the russet underarm hair striking against skin paler than elsewhere, protected from a tan by its position.

Rhett lifted his head. “Fuck this, you can return the favour,” he told Cameron, and straddled his head before leaning forward to take Cameron’s cock back into his mouth, muscles clenching along his arms as he held himself up.

Cameron grinned and ran his tongue over Rhett’s tip, causing him to moan. “I like this position.”

Talen’s eyes met Aislen’s, and he smiled. “There are advantages to having many mates,” he commented. “No lack of visual stimulation and bed partners.”

“They’re pretty to look at, daddy,” she replied. “But they’re arseholes. Is the visual stimulation worth putting up with their nastiness?”

Heath was affronted. “You just--”

“Don’t understand you, I know,” she rolled her eyes at Talen. “Maybe because you don’t make yourself easy to understand and because you werewolves are a bunch of smug racists…”

“We are not!” He exclaimed. “Can we not argue whilst we’re having sex?” He added with a grunt. “It’s really distracting.”

“It doesn’t do anything for me either,” she grumbled, her orgasm slipping away under her annoyance.

“Let’s change positions,” Talen suggested gently. “Ride my face, little demon. Blonde one can do as he likes with my cock.”

Heath laughed. “Oh, I will.”

Talen lifted Aislen over him, his muscles standing out on his arms, displaying gloriously his strength.

“Fuck, daddy,” she moaned as she straddled his face, feeling the brush of his beard against her inner thighs. “It’s just so sexy when you do that, and all your muscles… I could just eat you up.”

He dragged his tongue over her, and she groaned, arching back, bracing her hands on his chest. “I am about to eat you,” he purred, before setting out to do precisely that. She felt him pause and groan, glancing over her shoulder to see that Heath was riding reverse cowgirl, his head thrown back.

“Fuck,” she sobbed out as Talen’s tongue found the perfect spot.

Cameron’s moan was muffled as he came, and then silenced as Rhett followed, before rolling to the side and righting himself to rest his head on Cameron’s bicep. His hand toyed with Cameron’s chest hair as he watched Heath and Aislen fuck Talen between them.

“Ridiculously sexy,” Cameron said, with a leer.

Heath and Talen groaned together, and Heath caught his cum in his hand, sitting for a moment and panting as he recovered, before lifting from Talen and crawling over the bed one-handed, straddling Rhett, who grunted with surprise but did not fight him as Heath fed him his cum.

“Swallow that down, dark one,” Heath grinned wickedly as he used Talen’s form of address for Rhett. “And lick my hand clean.”

“Fuck,” Cameron laughed. “You’ll turn him on again, Heath.”

Aislen cried out as she came, Talen’s tongue stroking out every last moment of pleasure before he turned his head and sank his teeth into her inner thigh. She gasped, the pinch not precisely painful, but the area surprisingly more sensitive than her neck. As he sucked, he sank his fingers into her cunt, angled against her g-spot, and she caught her lip between her teeth, letting him coax her into a second orgasm between his pleasure-filled thoughts and the sensation of his fingers within her.

He licked her thigh, sealing the wound and capturing any spilled drop, before easing his fingers out of her.

She sank, slithering down his chest until she laid upon him. “Fuck,” she muttered, feeling the tickle of chest hair against her lips. “I suppose we should get up. I get the bathroom first.”

“Only one bathroom,” Rhett grumbled. “We should move this to our house.”

Aislen closed her eyes, feeling an icy clench around her heart. She was not ready to go back to the river house, she thought.

“We need to finish painting,” Talen replied.

“And I need to go shopping,” Aislen added, seizing upon any excuse to delay. “I have to go to a parole hearing tomorrow at ten and have nothing to wear.”

“I will go see Charlotte,” Heath murmured to Cameron and Rhett. "I doubt that she's involved with this, but..."

“Yes, we will go see Charlotte,” Aislen agreed.

“No,” Heath shook his head. “Aislen… that’s not a good idea.”

“One of us is a telepath, Heath, and can tell when someone speaks the truth,” she pointed out in a reasonable tone of voice. “Which one of us is that? Besides, I had intended to see her anyway.”

“What the fuck for?” Rhett demanded, his voice hardening defensively.

“Because,” Aislen sat up and frowned at him. “She and I are the same. Both of us were your sex toys when we were eighteen, and both of us…” She trailed off as the Triquetra’s eyes locked on her with varying expressions, from annoyance to consternation. “Well,” she shrugged. “I will either go and see her with Heath, or on my own.”

“Fuck,” Heath muttered. “Fine. You three stay and paint, and I’ll take Aislen shopping. Then we will go and see Charlotte.”