Chapter Fifty-One

Havermouth, Five Years Before

“Are you going to fuck her all day, Heath, or come out and socialize?” Rohan leaned into the open window, and Aislen cried out, pulling Heath back to her as he rose in reaction to the intrusion, using his body to shield her, as she had tried to use Rhett a week before in a similar circumstance.

“Fuck off, Rohan,” Heath snarled, his eyes flashing with his wolf, and the words carrying the feral growl of his nature.

Rohan pulled back by instinct. “Sorry, man, I just…” He stuttered, taken aback by Heath’s aggression.

“Yeah, you just,” Heath snapped out irritably. “But I’m not. So, fuck off and leave me in peace.”

Rohan withdrew, and Aislen heard a hush fall over the gathering outside in response to his return as Heath settled back over her. He shifted until he found a comfortable position. “Stroke me,” he demanded, his voice still holding his anger from the unwelcome interruption.

Aislen’s heart pattered uneasily as she resumed stroking through his hair. He sighed and relaxed onto her. As his body and thoughts gave into comfort, her tension eased in response. She was bewildered and confused, both by his actions and his thoughts that spilled into her through their contact.

“Do you have your license?” Heath wondered. “You don’t have a car.”

“No… I,” she swallowed, trying to find her place in the conversation. “I, uh… I have my learners, and I’m turning eighteen…”

“You’re turning eighteen,” he was surprised. “You’re not eighteen?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I skipped a grade along the line, I’ve always been a good six to twelve months behind everyone else.”

He was stunned. The measure of his surprise was out of proportion, she thought, to the information, and left her wary. “Heath…?”

“I… uh,” his heart was racing against her chest. “I just thought that you were… already eighteen.” (Maybe that explains why… Ah, fuck…)

“It’s not a… It’s not a big deal,” she said, swallowing back her pain. “Really, it’s… it’s just another day.”

“An eighteenth is a big deal,” he said surprised. “It’s a coming of age, an entry to adulthood…” (Ah, fuck… What does it mean…? Did we… Oh, God.) “It’s an important date. From eighteen… Well…” (We know… She isn’t one of us… Maybe it doesn’t matter…?) “You can get your full license,” he finished lamely. “Have you got your test booked in?”

“Oh,” she flushed, embarrassed. “No.”

“Why not?” He lifted onto his elbows to look down at her.

“Well, I…” She faltered.

She couldn’t explain that her father wasn’t the sort of man who took her out for long drives to build the experience and practice needed for a license, and her mother was always too busy and in too much of a hurry, or too stressed to deal with a learner driver….

Aislen didn’t have enough money, unlike the Triquetra, to afford to pay for a private instructor, and so she had gotten her learners and relied on the school led lessons, which didn’t accrue enough hours of signed driving to pass without further instruction at home…

If she tried to find the words to explain to Heath, she knew that he couldn’t relate or that, worse, he would pity her for being poor…

“I don’t need my license,” she finished awkwardly. “I don’t like driving.”

“You just haven’t had the right instructor,” he decided. “We’ll do some lessons tomorrow. Cameron is probably best, he’ll be…” (Patient). “You should have your license on your birthday, then we’ll go to the pub because you’ll have proof of age.”

“Okay,” she agreed, bewildered by his offer to help. “Thanks.”

He met her eyes, and there was a pull and connection between them, bringing with it the vision of hair winding and entwining them… A bond, she thought, but then queried the origin of the thought. Had it been hers or his…? Either way, what did it mean?

He nuzzled under her chin so that she lifted her jaw, exposing her throat to him, her eyes closing as he sucked and kissed along the tender and vulnerable flesh, her heart leaping within her, her body on flame with pleasure.

The door creaked open and Heath turned his head and grinned. “We were just talking about you.”

“All good I assume,” Cameron pulled off his top. “It’s boring out there. I…” He turned to look over his shoulder as the door opened again and Rhett slid through, closing the door behind him, and meeting their eyes before shrugging and dragging a chair under the door handle.

“Like I want to be out there alone,” Rhett told them, crossing to the window, and shutting the glass. He tugged the sheet that was pulled back free of its tie to cast the room into darkness. His eyes glowed as he turned back to them. “When I knew you were all fucking in here.”

“Aislen needs practice driving,” Heath rolled to the side and propped his head up on his elbow, watching as Cameron and Rhett undressed. “You should take her out tomorrow, Cameron. You’ll be the most patient.”

“Sure,” Cameron shrugged. “Top or bottom, Rhett?”

“I’m feeling lazy,” Rhett grinned. He lay out on Aislen’s other side, and she sat up to straddle his legs, bracing her hands on his chest. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and smiled up at her, his pleasure that all four of them were together, and fucking, rolling off him in waves through their contact.

Aislen leaned forward and kissed him, taking the piercing between her teeth, and pulling his bottom lip gently. He hummed into her mouth, his eyes fluttering closed as she deepened the kiss, their tongues meeting and his hands stroking down her waist to grip her hips, rocking her so that his cock rubbed against her, dry fucking her whilst they waited.

Cameron straddled Rhett’s legs and stroked one hand down her spine whilst he gripped his cock with the other, stroking himself as he edged into position. “It’s always an awkward start,” he laughed, and Aislen felt his cock nudge against her as he closed his hand around Rhett’s cock, aligning the three of them.

“But a rewarding finish,” Heath’s hand stroked Cameron’s thigh as he changed position, bringing with him the lube that was always within reach of the mattress bed. “Go on. I want to see her stretch around you both as she takes you.”

“And just what are you going to do?” Cameron teased, already knowing.

“I’m going to take you,” Heath’s response was breathy with desire.

“One big, happy fucking pile of fuckery,” Cameron laughed, twisting to kiss Heath as Heath applied the lube.

Rhett pushed against Aislen’s hips, encouraging her to move back, breaking the kiss, and watching down the line of his body as Aislen took him and Cameron into her, the penetration slow and tight. His eyelids grew heavy with pleasure and his mouth parted, the lips softening. “Oh, yeah.”

Cameron cupped her breasts and kissed along her neck. “Alright?” He breathed into her ear. His voice was hoarse with effort and pleasure.

“Yes,” she moaned. Cameron was not exaggerating, it was slightly awkward with so many limbs and cocks, to get the angle right, and she had to breath out to encourage her body to relax and relieve the discomfort of the stretch, but once everything came together… they CAME together. “Oh god,” she moaned, as she lowered further, the stretch of them within her deepening, until she sat back fully on Rhett. She heard Cameron echo the cry as Heath pushed into him.

“Fuck,” Cameron blew his breath out. “This has to be my favourite position, the best of both worlds.”

Heath laughed, and began to thrust, causing Cameron to clutch at Aislen’s hips, Heath's hands reaching around to hold onto Aislen, sandwiching Cameron tightly to her back.

Beneath them, Rhett lifted his hips, and groaned as his cock slid against Cameron’s, trapped within the tight embrace of Aislen’s cunt. “Fuck, it’s good. But I like it better when Heath fucks Aislen’s mouth, then Cameron has to do the work.”

“That’s because you are lazy,” Heath’s palms flattened against Aislen’s stomach, and she felt Cameron exhale under the force of his thrust.

Cameron’s cheek rested against hers, his eyelashes fluttering against her skin and his breathing unsteady. She could feel the strong beat of his heart against her back, and the vibration of his moans in his chest. The erotic stimulation was almost overwhelming him mentally, his mind emptying of coherency as he surrendered to experiencing it. (Don’t come yet, don’t come yet, don’t come yet…) was on repetition as he resisted the pull of his body.

“Yep,” Rhett’s stomach muscles worked beneath Aislen’s hands as he ground up into her.

Cameron pressed his fingers against Aislen’s clit, seeking to bring her body to orgasm before he lost control over his own.

“You need the exercise,” Heath told Rhett. “Or you lose your stomach tone, and we all prefer it when you’re cut.”

“Hmph,” Rhett’s mind was on his cock, and not Heath’s words. He slid his hand down his stomach, gripping around the base of his cock, preventing his orgasm. (Not yet… Too good, I don’t want to stop yet…)

“Oh, there,” Aislen breathed out as Cameron’s fingers found the precise right spot on her clit. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I’m so… so… close.”

Both Rhett and Cameron cried out as she came, and a moment later Cameron lost control, the flood of his cum striking hard and strong within her under the pressure of Heath’s cock against his prostate, Cameron writhing and grinding into Aislen under the intensity of the release.

Rhett’s fingers locked around Aislen’s wrists as he arched under his orgasm. She felt the press of Cameron against her back in rhythm to Heath’s thrusts, and then heard him cry out, sagging onto Cameron as he came, pushing Cameron onto Aislen, Cameron’s weight dragging her body down upon both his and Rhett’s cocks, causing all three to moan as the movement triggered echoes of orgasm through frazzled nerve endings.

Outside the party continued without them, but none of the Triquetra cared, sliding out onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs in the repletion of sex with Aislen in their midst.