Chapter Thirty-Three

Havermouth High School, Five Years Before

She reached the art class and looked up, expecting Rhett to step out of the alley between the buildings.

He did not, and she stood for a moment, her heart racing within her chest. She should feel relieved, she told herself. She should feel free… she should be happy.

She felt… jealous. Was he with those girls? Those girls that he had brought to lunch... Where was he with them, and what was he doing?

Her fingernails pressed into her palms; her grip was so tight. She blew out a breath. There was no way she could sit through the double class of art without Rhett, wondering where he was and with whom.

The chastity belt on her waist was her only reason to stay, but there was another solution to that, she decided. She grabbed two stones off the ground on her way to the girls’ bathroom and went into a shower cubicle. She stripped off her skirt and sat on the seat, laying the chain that linked the closures over one of the stones, before striking the second against it.

Five strikes, and a link split. She parted the chain and unbuckled the chastity belt before using her fingers within her to dig out the vibrator. She shoved the ruined belt and egg into her bag and put on her skirt and underwear with a conflicting sense of having irreparably damaged something or having found her freedom.

She left the school grounds and, as she passed a public bin with a hooded lid, deposited the chastity belt and vibrator within.

As she walked through one of the parks, someone called out her name. She hesitated. She vaguely recognized them. Not werewolves, not jocks or cheerleaders. She drifted cautiously towards them.

A brunette guy with his hair scooped back into a messy ponytail, the ends drifting over his face, was watching her. “Hey,” he grinned. There was a bong and a skin of wine on the table. “Skipping school?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged, uncomfortable despite their friendly faces.

“Join us?” He patted the bench next to him.

She considered, her eyes following the winding path to where the trees parted into daylight and the busy main street of town went about its business. “Sure,” she decided and sat next to him.

“Here,” he lifted the wine skin, and she opened her mouth and raised her face so that he poured the warm white wine into her open mouth. She swallowed and wiped her chin on the back of her throat, aware that some had dripped onto her school shirt over her breasts. “Smoke?” He offered her the bong.

She accepted, but was unsure what to do once she had it in her hands.

He chuckled. “Mouth here,” he moved it to her lips. “I’ll light it for you. Breathe in. I’m Guy, by the way,” he nuzzled under her chin as he spoke, and she lifted her jaw automatically for him, accustomed to the Triquetra doing the same, before tensing. He was not the Triquetra.

“Aislen,” she said. "Don't do that, please."

"Sure, sure. Here..." He picked up the lighter.

She put her lips on the smooth surface of the mouth of the bong, feeling that it was slightly wet from other’s using it before her, and she was slightly disgusted by that. He held the flame over the strange circle that held the lumpy mass and she inhaled as smoke filled the chamber.

Things blurred and lost focus. She accepted more wine, and a cigarette, and sat at the park bench with Guy's arm over her shoulders. It was, she thought, such a pretty day… Evening… Guy's mouth on her skin and his hands on her body, were not the Triquetra, but, after a day with Heath’s egg within her, she ached for satisfaction.

They left the park bench and staggered down the street. Guy pressed her up against a fence and kissed her, his mouth sloppy and his tongue clumsy in her mouth. His hands were under her school shirt, groping her through her bra.

She knew that she should protest, but his tongue was in her mouth, and they were already kissing, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she had agreed or somehow led him to kissing her. His lust confused her mind, tangling up in her reluctance and guilt.

They moved on down the street, to a house, as night greyed the sky, stumbling up the porch, past a press of other people. Music spilled out, and there were a lot of other people around them – she recognized many from school, humans, and werewolves, but she knew none by name, until, in the hallway, she walked into Lillian and the she-wolf shoved her.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going, you stupid, drunken bitch!” Lillian snarled, her wolf in her eyes.

“Sorry… I…” Aislen started, but Guy tugged her onwards, his fingers ringing her wrist.

The only light in the living room of the house came from the TV, which was playing pornography. Music thudded around them like a pulse beat, stealing any of the sounds from the movie playing, so that the people on the screen fucked with mouths open on soundless moans. In the flickering light, she saw Heath and Cameron, and beyond them, Rhett laughing with the three new girls from school as he opened their drinks.

Heath and Cameron were distracted, focused on someone hidden in shadow who was defined only by their hand movements, their fingers long and elegant, and expressing their regret. Aislen did not know what they regretted, as her attention was distracted by Guy. Amongst the unfamiliar faces around her was one of the girl’s that she recognized from art class, a potential friendship that she had never had the opportunity to explore.

She went to them, and, when they moved into a back room, followed, as the girl lit a cigarette and offered Aislen a swig from a bottle of spirits.

“Go on, kiss!” Guy encouraged, and the girl leaned forward and kissed Aislen, her tongue sliding against Aislen’s. The kiss was flavoured by the girl’s strawberry lipstick. “That’s hot!” Guy stroked up Aislen’s legs, positioning himself between them, pressing against Aislen, as the girl turned her head to kiss him instead of Aislen, grinding his cock against Aislen’s panties.

As the girl turned to kiss another boy who staggered into their group, Guy kissed Aislen again. He tasted of chemicals, sour and ashy.

A small voice in the back of her mind wondered why she was kissing him, letting him touch her in such a way, why she would have sex with him, if she wasn’t attracted to him at all… But the situation had led her there and she wasn’t entirely sure how to extricate herself. She’d be a dick-tease, his thoughts told her, if she said anything now. He was getting laid, and that was what was going to happen… Desire and want rose between them as he deepened the kiss and groped her breasts.

Was the desire him, or me? She wondered, pushing back at the thoughts. She couldn’t tell with him against her in such a way. At least with the Triquetra, she knew when her desire was her own… With Guy, she was just confused… Where did his thoughts and feeling end and hers begin?

As Guy’s tongue stroked into Aislen’s mouth and he reached between them to free his cock, Aislen decided that this was definitely not what she wanted. She hit the palms of her hands against his chest, squirming in protest, seeking freedom. “No,” she said. “No… I…”

His cock nudged against her entrance as he tugged her underwear down under her skirt and his hand closed over her mouth as his lips sucked up her neck. “Yes,” he groaned. “Yes, you slut, you whore, yes…”

She pulled in a breath to scream.

He was torn from her and thrown across the room, causing the two girls sharing the room to shriek in fear. Heath sucked in an outraged breath, his eyes wild, the veins popping in his forehead, along his throat. “Get the fuck away from her,” he growled.

She saw Heath and Rhett in the doorway behind him.

“I’m sorry, man,” Guy whimpered, regaining his feet. “I didn’t know! I thought you guys were done with her. I didn’t realize.”

“Get the fuck out of here!” Heath snarled, every inch the affronted werewolf. When the four had scampered away, he refocused his ire on Aislen. “You cannot whore around,” he growled down at her. “If you get yourself raped or worse, that isn’t our responsibility.”

She swallowed hard because what could she say? It wasn’t their job to look out for her. But, at the same time, it wasn’t up to them to set the rules… However, her first experimentation hadn’t set a solid foundation for arguing against his strict requirements and she was so relieved to be free of Guy and back with the Triquetra…

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she stammered.

Heath sighed heavily. “You didn’t keep the chastity belt on, and you didn’t meet me after school,” he growled. “I am going to have to punish you. We,” his eyes went to Rhett and Cameron. “We are going to have to punish you. To show you the correct way to behave, and not to disobey your alpha.”