Chapter Eighty-Eight

Havermouth, Present Time

Aislen packed the printed Secret Keeper bulletins into her bag and left it by the front door, ready for her early morning, and hurried to shower and prepare for Talen’s arrival. As she styled her hair, she rehearsed what she needed to say and do in her head. Her fingers went nervously to the collar around her neck.

“He won’t hurt you,” she told herself. “He will appreciate the honesty.”

She closed her eyes and braced a hand on the vanity, drawing in a deep breath before nodding crisply. She opened her eyes and resumed applying her eyelashes. She put on the camisole and short set that she had purchased that morning, enjoying the feel of the satin against her skin, and entered the master bedroom to smooth the covers on the bed and fluff the pillows.

She lit the candles, and turned on some music, soft and seductive. Headlights sweeping through the window had her heart stuttering. She hurried to the door and her breath caught in her lungs as he crossed the gravel. He wore a white knit top with an open v neck, the thin weave stretching over his shoulders and emphasizing the muscles of his arms. He held a bag by the string handle, and a bottle of wine with one large hand.

“Fuck, daddy,” she reached out to smooth her hands over his chest, feeling the soft fabric compress against him. “I like this top. Let’s take it off, so I can lick the man beneath it.”

He laughed, the palm of his hand resting against her back drawing her against him as he leaned down to kiss her. A wolf howling had him lifting his mouth just a hair from hers, his breath warming her lips. “Hmm,” his lips curled, and he resumed kissing her, slipping his thigh between her legs, and using his hand to push her against it so that her piercing rubbed against her clit.

She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, and grinding herself against his thigh, shamelessly seeking her pleasure on him.

“I think,” he said against her lips. “That we will drink our wine outside tonight on the porch.”

“The rocking chair,” she was breathless and aching.

He held her against him and lifted her effortlessly, stepping them both back until the rocking chair was against his calves, before releasing her. He sat and patted his knee. “Sit here a moment, little demon and open your present.”

“Daddy,” she leaned against his chest to kiss his cheek. “You spoil me.”

“I like to, but this is as much for me as it is for you,” he replied, handing the bag to her. Whilst she opened the tissue paper, lifting free the lingerie, he opened the wine and took a swig direct from the bottle before leaning forward to kiss her, feeding her the berry-rich liquid.

She licked her lips. “It tastes better that way,” she told him, fluttering her eyelashes. “This is very pretty, daddy,” she lifted the lingerie against her body. “But there are some pieces missing,” she teased.

He chuckled and his eyes were wicked. “Turn out the porch light and put it on, little demon.”

She giggled. “You are so naughty.” She slid off his knee and trotted to the door, reaching into the house to turn off the light, before standing in the fall of light from the street, shimmying out of her shorts and camisole, and pulling on the crotchless and cup-less white lace teddy.

She turned for him, throwing him a cheeky look over her shoulder. “Do you like, daddy?”

“Very much,” he purred the words. “Come and sit on my lap like a good little demon.”

She stepped in between his knees, trailing her fingers up his thighs and over his crotch, teasing his cock through the denim. “Can I suck on you, daddy?”

“Soon,” he leaned back in the chair, and took her hips, turning her and bringing her down on him before hooking her knees over his thighs, opening her legs, and exposing her cunt. She shivered, her nipples pebbling in reaction. He kissed his way along her shoulder and up her neck as he teased her nipple piercings, before running his palms over her stomach and using the v of his index and middle fingers to frame her clit.

Another desolate howl sounded from across the street, and she swallowed hard, knowing that at least one of the Triquetra watched. The idea of one or all of the Triquetra watched as Talen’s skilled hands coaxed her willing body into molten gold gave her a thrill, she acknowledged to herself, as she tilted her head to the side to expose the curve of her neck to Talen’s mouth.

His calloused fingertip stroked her clit with the lightest touch, and she melted against him. “Oh, fuck, daddy,” she whispered.

“Lick your fingers and touch your clit,” he murmured. “Like this,” he tapped his fingertip against her, and she moaned helplessly. “Now you do it, little demon.”

She sucked on her fingers, before sliding her hand over where his held her open, tapping her damp fingertips against her swollen and eager clit. This position, the way he spread her knees over his legs, combined with how turned on she was, made it so she could feel the night air catching on and cooling her slick. “Daddy,” she pleaded. “I want your cock.”

“Soon,” his smile was in his voice. “Cup your breast with the other hand, Morgana.”

“Mmm,” she was going to come, she thought, just from listening to his deep, dark voice give his naughty orders.

“I like the way your collar catches the moonlight,” he murmured, straightening its sit around her neck. “Mine,” he dragged the points of his teeth up her neck, the rasp causing her to shiver and moan in anticipation. His hand stroked down over her breasts to cover them, pressing her fingertips against her clit and guiding her touch into a circle.

She gasped and came.

“Good little demon,” he said, against her skin, as the throes eased away. “I think it’s time we take this inside. I think we have taunted your werewolf lovers enough.”