Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Two

Havermouth, Present Time

Cameron groaned and pressed his hips into hers, letting her feel that he was hard. He leaned over until his breath brushed over her lips, his eyes on hers so that she could see every fleck within the bright blue. She reached up and threaded her fingers into his hair, feeling the heavy thickness of the curls wrap around her fingers.

His eyes closed as he inhaled and moaned on the exhale. “Your scent…” He said as he opened his eyes, meeting hers. His smile was bone-melting. “When you are turned on, your scent is a sin. I remember in school, whenever you walked by us, I’d just about come in my pants breathing it in.”

“Make me come, instead,” she invited.

“Yeah,” he laughed under his breath. “I can do that.” He lifted her up and carried her to the porch.

“Hey,” Tyler said as he opened the door. “Morgana, hey hero! Talen wasn’t sure when you’d be back. He’ll be happy to know you’re back home again. I was just about to head out to grab some take away. Do you want me to grab you anything?

“No thanks,” Aislen replied as Cameron carried her over the threshold. “Talen knows, he was at the hospital. He had to go to work.”

“Ah, maybe his trap caught something,” Tyler said, nodding his head.

“His trap?” She was surprised.

“For the illegal logging. Alright then, I’ll catch you later.” Tyler closed the front door behind him.

Cameron carried her into the bedroom and set her down. “He has a reputation, your vampire,” he observed as he began to undress her. In his thoughts, she saw a flash of his father, his eyes serious and narrow, his wide brimmed hat pulled low on his forehead, talking as they worked together repairing a fence.

“A reputation?” She raised her arms so that he could lift her top off. “What sort of reputation, Cam?”

He shrugged slightly. “Vampires can be very secretive about their hierarchy, but Talen’s been around for as long as Zeus has been in town. He’s up there in the ranks, though how high no one knows. My dad says that he is only seen in town when there’s a problem, so the pack thinks that he acts as the nest’s fixer… A fixer,” he met her eyes. “Fixes all sorts of problems, you understand, Aislen?”

Aislen raised her eyebrows. Despite his question, his concept of what a fixer might do was a bit vague, but generally involved violence of some sort. “This is Talen,” she started to say that he was the kindest, gentlest man she had encountered, and then reconsidered. Just because he was kind and gentle with her, did not mean that he was kind and gentle to all. “Does it make a difference?” She asked Cameron instead. “He is… He is my mate.”

“And the Triquetra are also your mates, so that make him ours, so no, it doesn’t make a difference,” he replied. “It’s just something… to keep in mind.”

“Now I am feeling unsexy,” she complained, sitting on the mattress. He bent over to remove her shoes and then stood and slowly lifted off his top, baring inch-by-inch of delicious man in a deliberate tease, his eyes dancing with mischief as he threw his t-shirt to the ground.

“And now?” He asked sliding his hands down his stomach and releasing the button of his jeans before one hand continued down, cupping his balls beneath the fabric. “Hmm,” his eyes narrowed to slits as his head rolled sensually to the side. “Feels good.”

“You are a slut,” she grinned. “You are beautiful and know it. Do you tease Rhett and Heath like this?”

“Yes,” Heath said from the doorway with a laugh. “He absolutely fucking well does.”

Cameron’s cheeks coloured, but he grinned. “I have to remind them why I’m their mate, occasionally,” he told her. “Or they take me for granted.”

“Never,” Rhett stepped around Cameron and slid his fingers into Cameron’s hair, bringing Cameron’s mouth to his and kissing him, decadently, before leaning back and sliding his hands down Cameron’s stomach, easing open the fly of his jeans. He groaned as Cameron’s cock sprang out and ran his fingers through Cameron’s pubic hair. “How could we take this for granted.”

“You just get off over the colour of my hair,” Cameron’s response was heavy with breath.

“Damn right, I do,” Rhett grinned. “And the rest of it too.” He sat on the mattress next to Aislen, the contact of their body thigh-to-hip spilling into her mind, his desires so that when he looked at her, she leaned forward complicitly, and they each sucked up the sides of Cameron’s cock, their tongues meeting and teasing in a kiss over the tip.

Cameron’s fingers gripped in their hair and his head rocked back on his neck as his hips arched into them. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned out as Heath, having undressed, stepped up behind him and began to kiss along the line of his shoulder to his neck, his hands stroking over Cameron’s chest, pinching his nipples.

Aislen’s mind flooded with Cameron’s experience, the warm silk of Heath’s skin against his back, the slight bite of Heath’s stubble on his shoulder, the combination of Rhett’s pierced tongue and Aislen’s softer lips on his cock, and the erotic sight of both their black hair meshing, pressed cheek-to-cheek, as they sucked on his cock.

Rhett released Cameron’s cock and rose to his feet, pulling off his top and shoving down his jeans to reveal the full spread of his artwork in vivid colours across his skin, before lying back onto the mattress, gripping his cock in his hand.

“Lay back, Aislen,” Cameron’s voice was hoarse.

“Be gentle,” Heath cautioned him as he knelt between Rhett’s legs and slid his palms over his stomach, the contrast between the two men’s skin, inked and un-inked, striking. Rhett moaned as Heath took his cock into his mouth.

Cameron cupped the back of Aislen’s neck and kissed her as he lowered her back onto the mattress, saving her from having to use her stomach muscles. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as his cock filled her.

“Oh, god,” he said into their kiss. “So wet. Am I hurting you?”

“No,” her hands on his back encouraged him to put his weight on her and sink into her deeper, and they both moaned as he did so.

His thrust was gentle and slow, measuring her response, pulling out against the hold of her legs before sliding slowly back in, the deliberateness of the penetration seeming to highlight every sensation, stringing it out into divinity between them. Their eyes met, the tips of their noses brushing, the kiss broken by their shared entrancement in the magic of their bodies against each other.

“Well,” Talen purred as he stepped into the room. He closed the door softly behind him. “I seem to have arrived home at just the right time.”

“Daddy,” she moaned and stretched out an arm towards him. “Come…”

“Oh, I intend to,” he smiled as he began to release the buttons of his shirt.

Rhett’s head turned to watch the vampire undress with open voyeurism. Heath kissed along Rhett’s stomach as he lifted his head, and both werewolf alphas studied Talen like the predators they were as the vampire finished removing his clothes. Talen felt their eyes and turned with smug confidence, standing for a moment under their appraisal, before walking over to the armoire.

Aislen cried out as her orgasm broke, and Cameron’s eyes closed as he moaned. He gripped around the base of his cock as he withdrew, preventing himself from coming.

Talen walked over to the bed.

“What the fuck is that?” Aislen wondered, staring at the odd shaped device. The harness reminded her of the chastity belt that Heath had denied using.

Rhett laughed.

She reached out and gripped his wrist, the skin-to-skin filling her mind with images of her wearing the device and fucking Cameron with it. “Oh.” She felt the smile slowly spread across her face.

Talen’s eyes were laughing as he slid the harness up her legs, and he leaned over to kiss her as he eased one end of the device into her. She moaned against his lips as he tightened the belt around her waist, pushing the dildo tightly into her. He leaned back to examine his workmanship. “Very nice,” he said. “Who would you like to fuck, little demon?”

Aislen’s eyes lit with mischief. “Choices, choices.”

“Me,” Rhett volunteered breathlessly. “I want to try that.”

Talen raised an eyebrow at Aislen.

“Why not,” she decided. Talen lifted her to standing and she moaned as the dildo shifted within her. It was weird to see a c-ck jutting from her and she closed her hand around it, exploring the feel of the silicone.

“Lube,” Heath held it out.

“Go slow because…” Cameron stroked his own cock as he watched mesmerized, his jaw slack.

“You can’t feel, like we can,” Heath poured lube into Aislen’s palm. “So slow and careful.”

“Legs up, dark one,” Talen murmured, and Rhett hooked his arms behind his knees. His moan as Aislen guided the silicone cock into him raised the hair along her arms. “Good,” Talen breathed into Aislen’s ear, his hands on her hips. “Good, little demon.”

“Fuck,” Cameron groaned as he came, spilling over Rhett’s stomach.

Talen’s hands guided her into the motion of thrusting, and she watched in fascination as the silicone cock disappeared into Rhett and reappeared, before disappearing again. Heath gripped Rhett’s cock, stroking lube over him. Rhett’s neck corded as he arched, his eyes closed, and his expression lost in pleasure.

Talen’s hands cupped Aislen’s breasts, teasing the piercings, his breath heavy in her ear. She could feel the throb of his cock against her arse. “A little harder and faster, now,” he growled. “Make the dark one come hard.”

Aislen obeyed and Rhett cried out sharply as he came, his cum joining Cameron’s that was drying on his skin. He lay panting as Aislen withdrew and Heath pressed kisses along his jaw, his hand on Rhett’s chest.

“That was sexy,” Cameron declared, lying back against the headrest. “Next time, I’m the one getting pegged.”

Talen chuckled as he removed the strap-on from Aislen. Rhett moaned as Heath took Aislen’s place. She lay back on the mattress, reaching for Rhett’s hand and threading their fingers together, sharing the experience of Heath fucking him as Talen leaned over her.

She lifted her mouth to Talen’s as he filled her, lifting her hips, and supporting her arse on his palms as he began to thrust. She was on the edge of orgasm, her body and mind overwhelmed by sensation. When Talen’s lips travelled along her jaw to her neck and she felt his teeth against his skin, she released Rhett’s hand to hold onto her vampire, her fingers tangling in his long, blonde hair and holding his mouth to her as he pierced her skin.

The orgasm was intense, and she felt the jerk of him within her as he came. He did not take much blood, concerned about her health, just enough to bring his orgasm, wanting not to overtire her by taking his time, and his thoughtfulness warmed her heart.

She pressed her lips to his cheek. “You didn’t need to rush,” she whispered to him.

Beside them, Heath groaned out as he came and leaned over to kiss Rhett, his fingers in Rhett’s hair, whispering against Rhett’s lips between kisses, words that Aislen did not hear but made Rhett lift his hands to cup Heath’s skull tenderly.

Talen lifted from Aislen and reached out to the bedside where he had set his pocketknife. “Blood, and then sleep, little demon,” he told her. “You need to rest to heal. Heath will cook you something to eat whilst you sleep.”

“Should you keep giving her blood?” Rhett’s attention was pulled away from Heath. “You don’t want to give her too much…”

“This will be the last dose,” Talen sat back against the bedhead next to Cameron. Aislen crawled onto his lap, leaning back against him as he put his arms around her and used the blade to pierce his vein. She clasped his wrist to her mouth quickly, so that the blood did not spill, and Talen stroked his fingers through her hair whilst she drank.

“Good,” Rhett agreed. “You don’t want to accidentally turn her. We don’t know, after all, what that will do...”

“It is something to discuss at another time,” Talen replied quietly, pressing his lips against Aislen’s hair.

There was a long silence and then Rhett sat up. “You want to turn her,” he accused, with an edge of anger. “You aren’t concerned about giving her too much because you want to turn her!”