Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two

Havermouth, Present Time

Talen’s hand cupped the back of her skull, bringing her mouth firmly to his, and kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers in the most tempting way. She pressed herself tightly to him, her fingers in his chest hair, her nails indenting his skin. She could feel the press of his nipple ring against her and wondered if he could feel her piercings too.

He rolled her under him without breaking the kiss, and her hands splayed out and slid up around his neck as she wrapped her legs around him.

He kissed along her jaw to the pulse point below her ear, letting her feel the points of his teeth pressing against her skin, before dragging them down, the sensation sending sparks throughout her body, pebbling her nipples, and raising the hair along her arms and back of her neck. He had triggered an instinct that recognized the danger of a vampire’s teeth, she thought, although she was unafraid of him. She threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, encouraging him to break the skin, but he chuckled and continued his journey down her body.

His tongue toyed with the piercings, and she moaned. Okay, she thought, maybe Rhett was onto something. It felt incredibly good to have Talen’s tongue and mouth on her breasts… Though maybe it wasn’t the piercing, but the man.

He continued down, his long blonde hair spreading over her stomach and the coarser strands of his beard tickling her skin in the most incredible way. His fingers parted her folds, and his tongue teased her clit before scraping his teeth over it.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, arching her neck, her fingers clenching in his hair. She remembered how Rhett had tossed and writhed as Talen had taken him, and wondered what it had felt like… Next time, she decided, she would hold the hand on whoever Talen did it to so that she could experience it vicariously.

He sucked her hard and her body went haywire responding to the over stimulation. Her cunt craved filling and she sobbed out. “Fingers, daddy, please.”

He gave them to her without releasing the suction on her clit, and she came the moment they touched her g-spot, mindlessly using her grip in his hair to grind his mouth against her as she arched into him. He pushed her into a second orgasm, rubbing circles with his fingertips against her g-spot, and she felt her skin break out with sweat at the intensity of it.

He released her as she sagged, and lifted over her, dragging his tongue up the centerline of her body, tasting the salt of her skin, before kissing her so she could taste the neutral flavour of her cum and the bite of salt. “You taste divine, little demon,” his eyes flashed with the red inner light, and his grin revealed the longer, sharper points of his canine and premolar. “My favourite flavour – Morgana and sex.”

“You sweet talker,” she giggled, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled up at him. “I want you to do unsweet things to me, however, daddy…”

“Hmm,” he adjusted so the tip of his cock rested against her, and then thrusted into her in a move so swift and hard that the bed shook. “Like that?”

“Oh, yes,” she blissed out under the shock of going from completely empty to full of giant vampire. He had brought her to orgasm twice, very deliberately, she thought, so she was slick, hot, and swollen, ready for him to take her in such a way. “Oh, god, daddy! Yes!”

He gripped the bedframe above her head for traction and began to thrust just as she had ordered, hard and fast, driving her into the mattress, overwhelming her with sensation and taking her to that extreme edge where her body was not entirely sure if it was experiencing intense pleasure or pain. She could do nothing to reciprocate, and just laid and experienced, as Heath had been forced to do, tied to the bed and blindfolded.

She was so glad she wasn’t blindfolded, as the sight of Talen’s powerful body taking her was incredibly sexy. His muscles corded and rippled under his skin, while his long hair fell over her, the veins standing out in his forehead. His mouth was loose and his eyes hot with pleasure as he pounded her into another orgasm before following with a cry that was almost a roar, collapsing onto her and sinking his teeth into her throat as he pushed his hips tighter and tighter into her, leveraging from his toes as if no depth within her would suffice. His cock jerked as he came, and his lust-drenched thoughts brought her body to a fourth, weaker, throbbing orgasm.

Her heart raced in her chest, as if she had been the one doing the work, the pleasure spiking adrenaline until she felt shaky and replete. His body was hot, heavy, and tight over hers as he drank from her, his arms gripping her shoulders, as he continued to push his hips into her, grinding his pubic bone against her clit and piercing.

His tongue lathed over her neck. “Again?” He growled.

“Oh, yes.” The way he was grinding into her clit promised to ramp her body into another orgasm.

“Hmm,” he kept his lips against her neck and began to thrust into and out of her from his hips, increasing the speed of the motion whilst keeping their torsos tightly together. The speed and force of his thrusts moved beyond human measurement, though never beyond her tolerances, letting her feel and appreciate his strength and superior physical abilities without harming her.

Her cunt throbbed in time with each stroke, a rapid pulse that built and built. His teeth pierced her skin and he grunted with appreciation as the tension within her broke, and she came, intensifying his orgasm and his enjoyment of her blood in his mouth.

He sealed the wound and they lay, wrapped in each other, for a long time.

She pressed her lips to his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered. “I think I knew from the moment I sat next to you at the bar that you were mine.”

“I know,” he said and lifted onto his elbow, stroking the hair back from her face. “I love you too, Morgana,” he leaned forward and kissed her before lifting her hand to rest it on his chest over his heart. “This is yours.”

“I’ll take good care of it,” she promised, fighting back tears.

“I know you will,” he smiled and turned his head slightly, listening. She listened with him, but could hear nothing. She knew that his hearing was more acute, however, and so she waited for his assessment. “Your Triquetra and Tyler are gone.”

“Oh,” she sighed. “They are probably in a grump again. Cameron wanted us to go back to the river house, but I…” She shook her head. “I need some time on that.”

“That is perfectly reasonable and understandable,” Talen replied gently, looking back at her. “Trauma takes time to heal, Aislen, and should not be rushed to fit into other’s schedules. You have a long way to go with the Triquetra, but I think you are all willing to take that journey together, and I look forward to seeing you all happy at the end of it.”

“You are,” she smiled up at him, “the sweetest, nicest person.” Her stomach growled and she giggled. “And I’m hungry.”

“Well, we should feed you,” he grinned. “I must admit that I only know the basics of cooking, but I wield a knife well, and can do the dishes.”

“See, you’re too perfect,” she told him and lifted on her elbows to kiss him. “You’re hired. Let’s go drink wine whilst I eat.”

They made her a salad, mostly because she wasn’t much of a cook either, and she sat on his lap whilst she ate. He flipped through the folder her father had put together for his investigation into the police of Havermouth. In between sips of wine, he looked at the pages of girls thoughtfully. “This is very sad,” he observed.

“Yeah,” she took a mouthful of wine. “Heath just can’t see that what they’re doing is wrong.”

“He can,” Talen corrected. “Deep down he knows and, if I am correct in my assessment of his character, he will come around. Facing up to something like this is a lot like passing through the stages of grief, there is denial, then anger, bargaining, and depression before there is acceptance.”

“What stage do you think he is in?” She asked. “I’m thinking denial.”

He chuckled. “He’s further along than that, Morgana. He will surprise you--” The doorbell interrupted him.

“Who the hell could that be?” Aislen complained as she stood. She looked down at the robe that she wore. “Fuck, I’m not really dressed for answering the door.”

“I will answer it,” he wore his jeans and t-shirt. “It is safer that way.”

She trailed him down the hallway and watched as he opened the door, immediately bracing his arm against the opening, preventing whoever it was from entering in one casual move by placing his imposing body between her and them.

There was a pause, and no one spoke.

“Who is it?” She whispered.

Talen’s arm dropped from the doorframe as he stepped back and Aislen could see Heath standing on the doorstop, lit dramatically in shades of gold from the porch light over his head. He had showered, shaved, and changed his clothing since the Triquetra had left, and held in his arms a bunch of blood red roses.

He looked at Talen, who raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes towards Aislen with a slight twitch of his head. “I might go to the pub,” Talen decided when Heath continued to hover on the doorstep. “Let you talk.”

He paused by her, and cupped Aislen’s chin, stroking his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he murmured before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Thank you, daddy,” she said. He winked as he stepped into the bedroom to retrieve his shoes and wallet. She turned back to Heath. “Are you going to come in? Since when do you ring the doorbell, Heath? You have a set of keys. Scared the shit out of me.” She half turned and started back towards the kitchen. “We’ve just opened a bottle of wine. I’ll pour you a glass. I assumed you’d all gone off in a huff--”

“Aislen…”

She stopped. Something in his voice tugged at her heart. He had stayed where he was, and she stepped back towards him. The light caught in his eyes, showing the shimmer of his wolf, but also a suspicious sheen of moisture.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “If this was a legal case, I would look at both sides of the case thoroughly, try to understand the intentions of both parties, and… Well, Talen is right. You are right. I haven’t wanted to look at myself from that perspective. But, if we want you to… forgive and accept a future with us, we need to start by apologizing for the mistakes of the past.

“As the leader of the Triquetra, it’s right that I set the example, and say that I am sorry. I am sorry for what I did, for what I encouraged the others to do, for what I allowed others to do around me, and for letting pride, arrogance, and blind adherence to pack law prevent me from saying this five years ago and going after you when you were sent away. I am sorry for not calling you to make sure that you were okay…” His voice broke. “For not thinking of what you were experiencing and how you were feeling, and for not anticipating that you might have to go through a pregnancy and miscarriage without us.”

A tear ran down his cheek, but he made no effort to rub it away. He did, however, finally cross the threshold. “We raped you,” he said softly. “I knew it at the time, but I…” He shook his head in shame. “I rationalized it, justified it. I believed that I was entitled to take and use you and the girls before you, and that I was doing it to protect my Triquetra. I used the girls to hide that Cameron and Rhett were my lovers. I never thought about them, except when they became an inconvenience to me.

“I raped you,” he stepped towards her. “And I humiliated you. I refused to listen to you because doing so would force me to examine the darkness in me that led to me doing such things to my mate, or at all,” he grimaced. “I tried twice to break you and failed. I… I am sorry. That isn’t the way that you treat someone you love, and it isn’t the way that you treat a mate.”

She stepped forward and caught his face between her hands, pulling his mouth down to hers and crushing the roses between them.