Chapter Nineteen

Havermouth, River House, Five Years Before

Six cars arrived, spilling out a good portion of the football and cheerleading teams. They began to build a fire in a firepit set to the side of the house and set out supplies that indicated they intended to be there for a while. Several stripped down to their underwear and made their way down the riverbank to swim in the water, their shrieks and the sounds of their splashing carrying up to where Aislen continued to work on her sketch.

Rhett had stepped inside the house with Cameron and Heath, and the three were engaged in an intense, hushed conversation involving many glances out the filthy windows to Aislen. Cameron came out and stripped off his clothing next to her.

“You are good,” he said, leaning over her in just his boxer shorts. She could smell animals and hay tangled up in the scent of his deodorant, sweat and skin – a combination that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was, she admitted ruefully. She was still aroused from Rhett’s hands and mouth, and Cameron inhaled.

“You smell like a bitch in heat,” he breathed near her ear. “I could take you inside and help you out with that if you’d like.”

A shiver of sensation passed over her and for a moment she imagined if she agreed…

“She draws differently to Rhett,” Heath said as he and Rhett came outside, and Cameron straightened.

“There is more than one style of art,” Rhett said with amusement. “They have no appreciation,” he added, sitting cross-legged on the blanket, and picking up his sketch pad. “Go on,” he said to Heath and Cameron. “Let us work.”

For a moment, Cameron and Heath lingered and the three exchanged a long look. Heath muttered something under his breath before stalking away. Cameron grimaced and climbed over the balcony railing, sliding athletically down the bank, and throwing himself into the water.

There had been an argument between the three, Aislen thought, and Rhett had won.

“Do you have a curfew?” Rhett asked, without looking at her.

“No.”

“There will be a barbeque,” he said hesitantly. “And some drinks. We usually sleep it off a bit in the house, and then go home in the morning…”

She swallowed hard, her body firing to life. Spending the night with Rhett… “Okay.”

They drew until the light started to fade and then packed their things away into the boot of the car as the scent of the barbequed meat filled the air. Around the fire, the other teenagers had gathered, mostly in couples, and a group of hopeful cheerleaders, Lillian and Diana included, flirted with Heath and Cameron.

Rhett took his jacket out of the boot and put it around her shoulders. “It’ll get cold.”

“What about you?” She asked, touched by the gesture.

“You will keep me warm,” his smile held a cheeky edge, and she found herself smiling back. “Beer?”

“Sure,” she shrugged. “Why not?”

Rhett sat on one of the benches that had obviously been made by the Triquetra from trees around the house, and drew Aislen onto his knee, wrapping his arm around her. In his mind, he was growling at the other alphas, claiming this female, telling the she-wolves that… She blushed, her body buzzing with excitement. Rhett treating her like a girlfriend in front of the most popular kids in school, in front of other werewolves, was him making it official that they were dating.

She saw Lillian and Diana whispering on the other side of the fire, sending her glares through the flames.

The night fell around them, and the group around the fire thinned as several of the cars left with those who had curfews, and others went, not to discretely, to fuck in their cars. Very few of the cars did not have foggy windows, Aislen observed, and wondered if it were teenagers in Havermouth or werewolves, in particular, that were so sexually active, as, at her old school, no one that she knew of had gone beyond a few under-the-top gropes.

Rhett left her to speak with Heath, and Cameron tweaked her hair as he swung his leg over the bench seat. “Saw you looking at me when I went for a swim,” he slid his hand up her thigh. There was no one left around the fire to see, just the Triquetra and herself. “Liked what you saw, didn’t you? We could…”

“Cameron, stop,” she whispered half-heartedly.

“Liked what you saw the other night at the graveyard too… I could smell how hot you were with Heath’s mouth on your cunt, watching as Rhett sucked me off.” His hand found the hem of her t-shirt and, under the cover of Rhett’s jacket, cupped her breast, his palm hot through the lace weave of her bra.

It was like a drug, she thought. Whenever one of the Triquetra put their hands on her body, her mind wiped and she froze, held prisoner by the way she felt, her hormones racing, and her body aching…

“You liked watching us,” he breathed into her ear. “Heath could suck off Rhett whilst I fuck you… Or…”

She stood up. “I, ah… need to use the bathroom.”

“I’ll take you,” Rhett appeared next to her.

He took her hand and led her to the balcony, and into the house. The bathroom was lit with flickering candles, the power not connected, but the water ran off a bore-system that the Edison’s still used, so it still worked. The bathroom was ornate in a way that was slightly off-taste and yet could be pretty, she thought, as she washed her hands. The tap-wear had beautiful detail, and the tarnished mirror over the sink had a heavy gilt frame.

The hallway was empty when she stepped out, but she could see candlelight flickering from an open door and followed it into a bedroom. There was a bed made up on the floor, complete with pillows and an array of sleeping bags. Rhett was lighting the candles on the mantlepiece and glanced over his shoulder as she entered.

“All good?” He asked. He was barefoot and his feet were white, long-boned, and strangely elegant contrasting to the dark of his jeans.

“Yes,” she felt her heartbeat pick up. It was now, she thought. Now they were going to lay down on the sleeping bags together and…

She removed her shoes, setting them beside his large boots, and took off his jacket, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door. When she turned, he was standing behind her. He stroked his hands up from her elbows to her shoulders and then cupped her face, lifting her lips to his. His thoughts tumbled through the connection, but, for once, she was preoccupied with her own, her anticipation of what would happen between them blocking his out.

He lifted her t-shirt from her, a slow slide of fabric over her skin creating a static that lifted her hair as he pulled it over her head, and he smiled, smoothing the strands down with his hands before continuing the stroke over her shoulders. She felt the elastic band of her bra release and the straps slid down her arms as the cups sagged.

Her instinct was to cover herself, but the expression on his face stalled her. His breath was heavy and quick, and his eyes glowed in the near darkness. He stripped off his t-shirt, the flickering candlelight highlighting the ridges and furrows of his muscles and their movement as he released the button of his jeans.

She swallowed hard and undid her jeans, shimmying out of them, and leaving them on the floor.

“Fuck,” he said softly. She could see his cock pushing against the fabric. “I really want to paint you naked by candlelight.”

It was such an unexpected comment, and yet such a perfect one, that she smiled, the tension easing, and when he drew her against him, she stepped into his body with confidence and without fear, sliding her arms around his neck and moaning as her breasts pressed bare against his chest. It was so much better without fabric between them, she thought, as he leaned down to kiss her, and her mind filled with a kaleidoscope of erotic scenes.

He lowered her onto the mattress as he kissed her, pulling back slightly to slide off his jeans. They fit together perfectly, she thought, his body returning to hers so that he was between her legs. His hands on her were gentle, touching with a knowledge of experience, and she wondered how many others he had fucked… Lillian, Diana, countless others…? Cameron and Heath, yes…

His cock pushed into her and she caught her breath.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips kissing along her cheek. “Relax.”

He eased out a little and then back in with a rock of his hips, penetrating just a little deeper. Out, and then in, pushing beyond the clench of her muscle, the stretch of his cock within her, not quite comfortable, but also not painful. Out and more fully in, her body beginning to learn the rhythm, to become entranced by the sensation. Out and…

“Oh god,” she breathed out as he sank deep with a groan.

“Fuck,” his voice was deeper, hoarse. He stroked out and then in and they both sobbed in a breath, her hands clenching on his back, encouraging him, her heels digging into the mattress as she lifted into his next stroke.

He braced onto both elbows, his mouth on hers, the kiss more a shared moan as he began to work his hips into hers, his thrusts increasing in speed and force, the slap of their skin loud in the stillness of the house and night. With each thrust into her, he ground his pelvic bone against her clit, and she could feel the rise of pleasure within her, the promise of orgasm.

Their skin heated against each other, dewing with sweat, and their moans and groans echoed through the house. She arched as the current of orgasm swept through her in a wash of sensation and he groaned and pressed deep as he followed, filling her with the wet heat of his cum.

“Fuck,” he sank heavily onto her, and she could feel his heart pounding against her ribs. “That was… amazing. I didn’t hurt you?”

“No,” she almost laughed in her joy. “And it was amazing.”

“Great,” Cameron said as he and Heath walked into the room. “Our turn.”