by Rachel Angel
I had also learned to use my assets, my wits, my ability to persuade and coax to get what I want.
So, the slut-shamers of the world, fuck off. You don’t know what survival is…you don’t know how women throughout history had to use their bodies, their allure, their ability to persuade men and women to survive, to feed their families, and even to fight wars.
Don’t judge me for wanting to survive. Victims of bullying sometimes cannot fight back like you expect them to. One way is to take it, shut off the attacks…mentally and psychologically.
Then fight back a different way. So…take a look at how this history-in-the-making will unfold.
Chapter 8
Haven
“Ready?” I asked, smiling at Drake, Dillon, and Tristan while we gathered at the front door of the mansion.
The Twins nodded grimly at me, while Tristan kept his eyes on me. I could feel his desire for me between us…his eyes said it all.
He wanted me, but he also didn’t want me here. He wanted me, but he also didn’t want me to be a Triton.
Well, screw what he wanted. What I wanted when it came to me and my life, was what mattered.
The door opened, and a handsome man in his late 40s walked in with a beautiful blonde elegant woman being carried over the threshold in his arms. They looked so happy and carefree, I even felt happy and carefree for them.
Mom had gotten a bit of a tan, but she was glowing from newlywed bliss.
“Mom!” I ran up to her and hugged her, as she stood up from where my new stepdad, Terrence Triton let her go.
“Oh Haven, my baby girl,” Mom said, hugging me. “I missed you so much! And I’m sorry we went away for so long…”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Mom, I’m glad you and Terrence went on a well-deserved honeymoon. You only get to do it the first time, right, don’t you?”
Terrence laughed and said, “See Pamela, Haven seemed alright with it. You didn’t have to worry the entire time…”
“Mom!” I said. “Why did you have to worry? I’m a big girl now. I’m an adult for God sake.”
I looked over at the Twins and Tristan, standing in a line near the stairs, just watching us like they were watching something they’ve never seen before and were foreign to it. A mother, daughter and a father greeting each other lovingly after not having seen each other for so long.
“Hey guys!” I called to them. “Come on over and welcome my mom.”
Drake took his hands out of his black pants and shook my mother’s hand. “Welcome home, Mrs. Hillshire.”
“Oh, so formal,” my mother laughed. “Call me Pamela. Or Pam. And please just treat me like Haven treats me.”
“I’ll try,” Drake said, smiling at Mom and glancing over to me. He was definitely trying his best to hide his love for me from Mom.
“Dillon?” I said, waving for him to come over.
He came over to me, suddenly acting shy. I put my arm around him and said to my mom, “This is Dillon, the baby of the three Triton boys.” I pinched his cheeks. “Isn’t he adorable?”
“Not as adorable as you,” Tristan walked up to me and put his arms around my shoulder, and smiled wide at my mother. “We just love having Haven here,” he said.
My mouth nearly dropped to the floor. Tristan smiling wide like that made him just so beautiful. Tristan smiling at all was beautiful.
And what he said.
We just love having Haven here.
I almost wiped my eyes to see if it was Tristan standing next to me or Max or Drake, who would say those words.
Mom seemed too charmed by Tristan to notice my bewilderment. “Tristan,” she smiled warmly. “I’m so glad you guys and Haven are getting along so well.”
You have no idea.
Tristan squeezed my shoulder, but kept his twinkling blue eyes on Mom’s. “It was an adjustment at first, I have to admit, Dr. Hillshire…”
“Mom or Pam,” Mom said smiling like she’s just found the sweetest and most wholesome boy.
“I would feel awkward calling you Mom, but Pam would be great,” Tristan said, smiling his beautiful Golden boy smile that can charm the panties off of grannies.
“It’s normal to have adjustments when there’s such a major change in your life like this marriage. Only…” Mom looked at everyone in the room. “I want everyone to know…since we are all adults now… I will give you the space you need for your privacy and independence. I won’t smother-mother you because you are all grown ups. But I will be here for you anytime if you need me.” She took a deep breath and exhaled fully, as if she were preparing for meditation. Then she smiled a big wide smile. “There! Don’t you all feel better?”
“Well, I for one, do,” Terrence said. He looked over at Mom, giving her the once over. Boy, I had to look away from that.
“Um,” I said, “We made dinner!” I smiled cheerfully.
“You did?” Mom asked.
“Of course, Mom,” I said. “Like I always do with you. Since you’re always working, I always made dinner for the both of us. But now, I have help. And…Drake is like a culinary chef in disguise. He can whip up anything. Dillon is also a master baker. These two,” I said, “can open up their own restaurant if they want, and it would win lots of awards.”
“Now I’m curious to see what you made for dinner,” Mom said.
“Me too,” Terrence said, looking surprised at the Twins.
Drake led the way to the table we had set up in the patio dining table.
“Wow,” Mom said looking around in awe. The patio had been decorated in fairy lights all over. The table had warm glowing candles in gold glitter vases. A bouquet of red and white roses sat in the middle of the table.
“And for the first course,” Dillon came out with a tray. “Spicy pumpkin lobster bisque.”
I ran to the kitchen to help Drake carry the bowls in a tray to the table. “You guys are doing so well with this,” I said.
Drake smiled. “It’s kinda fun. I’m glad we did this ourselves instead of having our regular kitchen staff cook something up.”
“Yeah, Drake, when did you have kitchen staff that I know of?”
“Before you arrived, we did. But when you arrived, Tristan sent them packing. Said we wanted the house private. No staff around. That was so we can ‘play’ with you like we did.”
“Um huh,” I said. “No wonder the house was strangely empty.”
Tristan walked into the kitchen then. “They’re waiting for the first course.”
“Oh, right on it,” I said, picking up my tray and carrying it.
Tristan stopped me and took the tray from my hands, carrying it instead for me, walking quickly while balancing the bowls of hot soup in his hands like a pro.
I stayed in the kitchen, while Drake came back with his empty tray. He placed it next to the plated main course. Surf and Turf.
“Go and eat,” I said. “I’ll carry these in.”
Drake looked at me and walked over to kiss me. His voice was low and husky. “I’d rather eat you, Haven.”
“Maybe later?” I said. I began placing the main course plates on the tray.
“I’m hoping there will be a later, but now that they’re here… we have to watch ourselves.”
“You’re worried?” I asked.
“The truth? Yes,” he said. He closed his eyes. “I’m afraid of losing you, Haven. Losing what we have. It’s not just a game anymore to me. I love you.”
Tristan walked into the kitchen, carrying the tray filled with empty bowls. “That was delicious, Haven,” he said. “I licked my soup bowl dry, picturing how I like licking you dry especially after you cum for me.”
Drake glared at Tristan and picked up the tray filled with the main course plates and walked out of the kitchen. I was about to pick up the second tray with the remainder of the main course when Tristan stopped me. “It’s heavy, Haven. I’ll carry it.”
Tristan was being so nice to me.
He walked to the kitchen door and turned back to
look at me. “Come on. Everyone’s eating at the table. Not in the kitchen. It isn’t the Triton way.”
I followed him back to the table, where he set the plates in front of each person.
He gestured for me to sit down at an empty space where there was the bowl of soup still. I went to sit down, and Tristan joined me to my right. Drake sat across from me.
“Now that everyone is here,” Terrence said at the head of the table, “Here’s a toast to our new family members. Haven and Pamela. We welcome you as Tritons.”
I raised my glass of cider…of course we weren’t going to drink alcohol in front of our parents since we were under 21.
Mom stood up and said, “Here’s another toast. To our new family members Terrence, Tristan, Drake, and Dillon. Haven and I, the Hillshires, welcome you into our hearts.”
We drank a toast to that.
The entire dinner went so smoothly as Mom and Terrence told stories about their trip. Some had us laughing out loud, where others made us cringe.
I couldn’t believe how normal everyone seemed. Even Tristan.
But with the Tritons, appearing normal was one of their biggest tricks. I should’ve known better.
Chapter 9
Haven
“Haven,” Tristan stopped me from getting in the car with Drake and Dillon the following day after school.
“What?” Drake asked. “Why do you need Haven?”
“I need to talk to her,” Tristan said, looking pissed at Drake for stopping him. He had the look of a lion again, ready to pounce.
Drake looked at me and asked, “Haven, do you need us to wait to take you home?”
Tristan looked like he wanted to punch Drake.
“Nah,” I said. “Tristan can drive me home after we talk.”
Drake looked at me and then at Tristan. “Okay, but…”
“Go home already,” Tristan said to Drake.
“Okay,” Drake said, starting his car. Tristan didn’t bother waiting to see if Drake took off, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him to his car, a large black Escalade.
I was about to say something when he started the car, and we began driving.
It was a direction away from the Triton Estate.
“Where are we going?” I asked. Clearly Tristan was pissed at something.
He didn’t say anything, but kept driving.
We drove for about half an hour in silence before we pulled into a private air hangar. Tristan got out of the Escalade and walked over to my side to open my door. He took my elbow and led me into the hangar.
Inside was a helicopter and a small trailer, a desk, a refrigerator, and what looked like a massive steel safe. I turned to Tristan. “Is this place yours?”
Tristan nodded.
“What does this all mean?” I asked.
He grabbed my wrist and led me to the trailer.
“Oh no,” I said. “I am not going in there until you tell me what’s going on.”
Tristan glared at me. “You have no idea…” he growled.
“What?” I stared angrily at him.
He grabbed my throat and pulled my face to his. Then his mouth was on mine, as his body pushed me up against the side of the steel trailer. His hard-on was up against my crotch through my skirt. He rubbed it against me, in a circular motion, heating me up. “You have no idea…”
His tongue entered my mouth and licked mine. “God, I want you so bad.”
“Is that why you brought me here?” I ask, panting. I suddenly didn’t want to wait for an answer. I took charge.
I grabbed his pants, unbuttoned it, unzipped it, and pulled it down to fasten my hands on his enormous cock. I began pumping it, as Tristan let out a deep breath. “Shit,” he said. “You are making this so hard.”
“Making you so hard?” I asked.
“No…um, yes,” Tristan gasped, as I pumped faster and harder.
It was like a truth serum. “Do you miss my touch?”
“God yes,” Tristan said.
“So we’re here to fuck as much as you want without anyone to find us fucking?” I asked.
“Yes,” Tristan said, now turning me around.
I was facing the trailer, and he had lifted my skirt to pull my panties down. His hands went down to palm my butt cheeks.
“So sexy and perfect, Haven,” he growled, kneading my flesh. “I love your butt. I love your tits. I love your tasty cunt.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Really really much,” he said. “But you forget. I’ve only let the Twins get to enter you. No one else, except me and the Twins.”
“No one else has,” I said facing the trailer.
“What about Max?” Tristan growled out his name.
“We didn’t,” I said.
He smelled me and said, “I could have sworn I smelled another…”
“My God, Tristan, are you some kind of wild beast that you can smell scents just like an animal can?”
“One of my talents,” Tristan said. “I do have an acute sense of smell.”
I turned around to face him, “That is like a superpower, you know, Tristan.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me so I could kiss him softly.
He kissed me back, but more hungrily until we were wanting more.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back,” he groaned. He pulled my panties completely off, lifted one leg up to lean against his right shoulder and with a loud groan, he pushed into me hard.
“Oh God that feels so good,” I purred.
“Fucking good,” he growled, pushing his thick dick in deep, so I could feel his studs on the tip of his dick rub my walls. “My dick’s found its home, Haven. In. You.”
He kissed me hard, taking my mouth in his as he ate my mouth and thrusted in and out and in and out of me in a frenzy.
“Your pussy is mine,” he grunted as he pounded into me. “Mine!”
“Yes!” I moan. “Oh yes, yes, drive it home, Tris! Hard. Right now! Yes!” I cried out.
“I knew you liked it hard,” Tristan growled. “You like the fight, don’t you, but you like to give in, too.”
“I like you giving me your all,” I clenched my teeth, feeling my body shudder.
“Then I’ll give you it all,” Tristan pounded into harder into me, grinding his hips into me.
“Deeper, Tristan,” I clenched and unclenched my walls, tightening it against his dick.
“Fuck!” Tristan let out a deep breath, shuddering. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Instinct,” I let out. “Don’t stop. Give me more! All you’ve got. Fuck me until you can’t walk, Tristan! Fuck me hard!”
He kept pounding into me, then he grabbed both my waist to wrap his legs around me while he thrusted and thrusted until we both cried out. I climaxed as he pulled out.
With his hand, he opened my mouth, shooting his cum into it, into my face, and closing my mouth as he groaned. “Swallow, Haven. Swallow me in.”
I looked at him, my eyes full of lust as I swallowed and stuck my tongue out to lick my face where there were drops of him.
His eyes were watching my tongue with such hunger. “Yeah, Haven. Drink me in. Take a part of me in you as you’re meant to be…a part of me as I am a part of you.”
I watched him as he sat me down on a cushioned lawn chair near the trailer, spread my legs, and began eating me below, licking me, and savoring me. His mouth took me whole into his as he sucked on my clit hard. Then his tongue licked my slit before thrusting in. “I want to taste your walls where my dick entered you, Haven,” he said, his eyes dark with hunger. He thrusted his tongue in until I was digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Oh Tristan. Oh Tristan…”
“I’m cleansing you from all the other dicks that’ve been in you, Haven. Drake’s and Dillon’s. So it’s my smell. My essence. My scent is all over you.”
“That sounds so hot, Tristan. Marking me?”
“Damn right, Haven.” He stood up to pull off his pan
ts and to take off his shirt until he was completely naked and glorious in front of me. Hard, beautiful, and throbbing.
“God, you’re hot,” I let out, devouring him with my eyes.
He laid his chest on top of mine, rubbing my nipples against him, making them grow hard as pebbles. Then he crept down until he was sucking on them, pulling on them. “You like my lovemaking to be hard, Haven?” His eyes bore into mine with a smirk.
