Bri“Are you safe with him?” I asked my eyes watching in the direction the men took my kill, who still suffered slowly, and I sickeningly relished it. “Yes, I bear his children. He may snarl and growl at me but he will not harm me,” Mela let me know.“How many?” I asked.“This will be the fifth,” she let me know. I sighed, I understood but a longing in me choked my words.“I can't give them that,” I admitted.“You can, but you refuse to. You are lucky most Alphas don't consider the female, they just claim what they want,” she admitted.“I am blessed,” I agreed. “I hate myself for everything I will leave behind,” I confessed.“In the end, you must put yourself above them all, your destiny is your own making, things don't always go your way with fate, but in the end, you rule it, don't let it consume you. If I had I would have lost him long ago,” Mela offered wisely. I shrugged, my mind not able to see past the inevitable impasse. Mela sagged. “What are you going to do with these two
WyattBri was flagging, yet she insisted only clean bodies go into the sheets. We dumped our things on the bench by the showers. The weather had warmed but the shower water would still be cold and I had a solution to that. I hadn't finished what I had started yesterday and I needed to feel her from the inside again. I wondered if she could do what I told her or if she wouldn't be able to. But I realized as I peeled that scrap of a shirt she fashioned into whatever it was she called it, over her head before I bent, allowing her to pull mine off. A part of me yearned for it to be done. And here I was playing with fire teasing the light, taunting it to find mine. It was a sick sort of game, but I didn't care anymore. I had meant what I said, I belonged to her anyway. If she found it, she could have it.I tugged her against my body for heat as I reached up to turn on the cold water. I bent as she scrubbed her fingernails into my scalp. She wet and then suds up my hair. I kissed her deepl
BriWyatt and I slept from afternoon, to deep into the night rousing only with Oh Henry’s call to the rising dawn. Wyatt had insisted on “Breakfast” in bed. I gripped his sandy locks as he worked and devoured me into a limp, panting, mess. He chuckled from between my thighs, his eyes meeting mine, as he licked his lips. His fingers trailed over my still trembling thighs as he watched me.“I'm going to go make you some coffee and then I'll get breakfast sorted,” He said, sitting up before getting out of bed and pulling on his pants, forgoing the shirt. All I could manage in my hazy satisfaction was a “mmmhmm,” in agreement. I tucked the sheets over my lower half and enjoyed the warmth of the rising sun on my face and chest. A Barred owl called from somewhere nearby and I found myself reaching out looking for anything amiss. Finding none, I picked up the book on the nightstand. It was one of my father’s. It was time to get serious, to put the pieces together of what Mother Dearest had i
WyattI had woken up to the smell of corn cakes, eggs, and bacon. Bris's pillow had been shoved in her place within my arms and I scowled. I sat up pulling on my sweats, grumpy for being deprived of my soul's sustenance so early. My stomach growled hungrily as I entered the kitchen, the hollow of it checking itself as I watched her bend to pull something out of the oven, in that damned short as hell, pale green nighty, if you could call it that, her ass exposed to me. Beau had brought her home the scrap of fabric while I was away. She set the cookie tray of biscuits on the counter and jumped when she saw me. She bit her lip and it had become apparent I was looking at her like an animal who would devour her. Those lips of hers parted, her eyes a lure that had urged me to stalk forward with a predator's gait.“You two are the only ones who can sneak up on me ya know,” she said, kicking the oven closed with a bare foot. As she attempted to steel her spine to her undeniable reaction to my
WyattThis is how I ended up growly and perturbed as my eyes scanned around while Lou jumped the dock and tied the boat off. Bri had her hair tucked under the hood of Beau’s oversized hoodie. Attempting to look small. She ducked her head tossing her bag over her shoulder, she even shoved her feet in a pair of Claude’s shoes which were two sizes too big. And looked little more than a teenager, boy or girl an outsider couldn't discern if it was Bri or Claude in those clothes. I searched for over-assessing gazes as Bri hopped expertly to the dock from the boat, she leaned casually against a pylon. We had argued about us both going. She was worried about the boys and so was I but it was safer to do this now before her mother realized she lost her bloodhound in the Bayou. Any meetings would have a very short window of safety before I insisted on a sort of shutdown where we monitored every person and thing just outside our territory and rebuilt the old defenses. Bri just followed me withou
BeauIt had started not fifteen minutes after dumping my bag on my bunk. Well, our bunk, as we shared it with the rotations. Wolves did not like sleeping in the scent of people who didn't belong to their pack. It was just a convenience and a given but when the Bastard Alpha walked by me catching the scent of Bri and recognizing it. I came to attention. The more time we spent with someone the more their scent rubbed off on you and now that things had gotten sexual, and not the random lay I typically explored but one that was frequent and thorough. Not to mention that the way Wyatt and Bri had slept before sex had been enough intimacy to rub her scent off on him on a soul level. The exclusiveness just layered it on thicker. Shit was about to go down.I heard the strong inhale, as his footfall had stopped behind me. “What pretty little thing could have both Bayou Red boys wrapped up in her so tight her scent is ingrained in you?” he asked, bracing a hand on the bunk behind mine, Landry’
WyattI felt like I was walking my Moonbeam across enemy lines as I struggled to refrain from tucking her into me and keeping up the ruse for the humans at least that one of the boys had come with me. The shifters would smell her a mile away once the wind shifted. We climbed up the steps to the trailer office Beau’s scent on his hoodie thankfully hid hers marginally as I rapped on the door. She leaned against the jam of the door still depicting that moody teenage angst. “Careful Ma’ Sha,” I murmured as I felt her agitation leak. She’d be walking in there guns blazing. An eerie glow sparked in her gaze as she glanced up at me from the shadow of that hood. It froze me in place. The door opened and Bri pushed past Conner inside he looked up at me before glancing back at Bri. One look and he turned to the guy inside and said.“We will discuss this later. I have an issue to take up here with Wyatt. The human stood from the seat barely giving Bri a glance before shying away from me on his
WyattBri had taken the middle seat and was tucked into my side, her head on my chest on the long highway home.“So Zoey?” I asked her knowing she was a right shade of tomato as she laughed into my chest.“She, she is my only friend. I mean I have Maggie too but she was also my boss and older. Zoey never asked me to explain, she's like something between human witches and the rest of us, she's how we should be. Wicked smart too and I would have never made it out without her. Gratitude swelled in my chest.“Then I am in her debt but I must say she talks to you like you are more than friends,” I admitted.“Well Zoey swings both ways, but I’ve never entertained the idea, I never thought I’d have the choice.”“And now that you do?”“I'm more than.” she cleared her throat, “Satisfied, with what we have,” she said looking anywhere but at me.“Not the least bit curious?” now that gave me a “what the actual fuck” face from her.“A girl is always curious but not to the point of ever acting on
WyattOn the ride to the truck, I found myself gripping my chest, Beau with his head leaning against the window did the same, the pain scorched and burned and though I knew the heartache would always be there this was more than my own. Beau’s eyes squeezed shut and a tear fell. I glanced at Zoey keeping quiet in the passenger seat leaning forward as she wound her way around narrow streets.“Promise me you will watch over her,” I asked. Zoey glanced at me as I gritted my teeth against the pain blooming in my chest.“You have my word,” Zoey answered quietly. I gazed out the window unseeing as the streets of New Orleans passed by.“I know she loves you both, very much,” Zoey said, swallowing hard. This had to be hard for her, knowing what Bri was sacrificing, what we all were, and being the only one who knew it all. A lump had grown in my throat as I gritted through the emotions of this “separation” and took a steading breath.“If she ever needs us, we will be there,” I let her know as Z
BriI woke to a rapt at the door moving felt wrong as the men growled in slumber and I pulled away, throwing one of their shirts on to answer the door. Thankfully it was Zoey as I leaned against the door jam not bothering to button the shirt and she handed me our bags. Her eyes scanned me as Wyatt came up behind me growling but I pushed my ass out to block him before he realized he was naked. Typical male Alpha bullshit dealing with his possessive female.I just passed the bags to him before I gripped Zoey’s hand like a vice as my emotions rose. “Give us some time, don’t leave me yet.” I bit my lip, emotions coursing through me.“I'm not going anywhere ma ami,” Zoey said, her eyes sad as they met mine. She knew the toll weighing on my heart perhaps, but not the one tethered to my soul. I nodded to her before ducking back into the room. My face fell as I faced them.“This is it,” I said, as both men approached me, my back leaned against the door.“We are only a few hours away,” Beau s
BriBeau placed slow-moving molten kisses down my back when he came to the dip in my backside where the dress covered my ass his fingers deftly began unclasping it when the skirt finally fell open, Wyatt undid the clasp at my neck and the entire thing slid into a glimmering pool of glittering fabric at my feet. Beau collected it and I stepped over it in my heels before he laid it out over a chair in the corner.Wyatt growled, “You went into that room without any underwear?”“Did you not see the dress?” he looked about to go feral on me and I was glad for it. Beau returned only to sink to his knees behind me as Wyatt's large calloused hands began to work my breasts as his tongue warred with mine. Beau’s lips pressed against the small of my back and descended. When he reached the seam of my ass Wyatt yanked one leg up high on his hip, steading me with an arm around my waist. The air hit my damp core and caused me to shiver. The next thing I knew Beau's mouth had found a mission. My dr
WyattBri had been magnificent, the amount of power that had poured through her, that she had siphoned into us for our wolves to take shape outside of ourselves had been immense. I could have said it shocked me, but that would be a lie. Our Moonbeam was more than a common witch. She hadn’t hesitated, barely batted an eye as she became judge, jury, and executioner to the Vipers who had done such unspeakable wrongs against her. She wore her scars for all to see and I loved her more for overcoming it all. It hit me then, this was our last night. Her very power marked her as the rightful head of this seat on the council. When she had claimed it, no one had dared to oppose her.When the doors had unlatched a few cowards took off. I watched her note them. Analyzing who they were and how she would have to manage the aftermath, those who would oppose this spectacle. I stood prone and mute as did Beau. Her father's supporters and those brave enough walked before her and bowed low expressing th
beau182He had a cocky smirk on his weathered face, his silver beard mirroring his hair. He looked too strong for his age as he filled out the light grey tuxedo, a plaid handkerchief tucked ornately into his pocket. He nodded looking around at the now vacant dias.“Seems like it’s ma turn Little Bird,” he said, his accent thick and not any I recognized. Bri scowled at him. “You can try tae kill meh, lass but it wulny work. Yae urny ready for aw the answers yae seek. It’s still tae be seen if yae earn them.“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” Bri spat. “You were always a strange one, I could never quite figure you out,” Bri admitted. “That you weren’t the worst of them, doesn’t get you out of this Silas, you will be judged.” Bri pointed out.“Judge me aw yae wish, I care not. I did wit I needed tae dae, by you and I’ll stand by it. I never molested yae, I didny beat ye. In fact, if it wisny fur me, they wid hiv taken ye years ago. I stopped that, just like I stopped them from s
Beau“Fucking disgusting pedophile freak, and a necro to boot,” Brianna tutted, she looked at her fingernails and shook her head, “I wonder if I took more than your ability to walk when you came looking for me. Do you know how hard it was to not kill you on the spot every time you touched me? To endure it so I could get out? Just so I could gain my full strength to come back and seek retribution for everything? She smiled towards her mother, “You don’t get to go to hell for killing my father. You wanted purgatory and I have someone here that can send you somewhere better. And you won't have any power there, will she?” She turned casually to Wyatt in question. “No,” he growled out, his canines showing his face shadowed in the angles that marked him as a predator, as he sat precariously in the lane between shifting and humanity. I wasn’t any better off as I struggled to keep my claws in. Brianna set loose her mother.“You little bitch you ruined everything! From the day Pierre brought y
BeauWithin Bri lay the power of the moon, pure and clean and good. Their cruelty had created something far darker and more sinister within her. They didn’t anticipate how that darkness would protect the light. How Bri’s mind would find a way to survive everything they put her through, and how the mysterious girl would fuel the light with hope.Andrew smirked as the crowd gasped in awe. He bowed low. “I, Andrew Carlson, offer you my allegiance and my loyalty. I bid for your place as high priestess of the North American Council of Witches. I am a son of both the eastern house and the western, may they see the strength you have borne in your oppression, and the vengeance I know you will cast as a testament to the tides of change. ” He stood and his eyes locked on Sug’s, she held that stare. “Brianna has shown me the world of witches her father sought to join together. I for one share that dream, that all sects of our kind and humans can preside alongside each other in a natural harmo
Bri“So we have established that a rite was intended to take place, that my mother ordered my familiar killed, and Beckham dealt that blow. Andrew.” Andrew took a tentative step forward. “I ask that you speak only the truth, Andrew here is a victim too, he didn’t have a choice in this either, he was forced to follow his father’s wishes.” Andrew’s gaze looked over the crowd of fearful faces before looking straight at Bri.“I always knew you’d never walk away without justice being served, I am sorry for my part in this and how I treated you over the years. You were once my friend and I hope you can forgive the things I did and overlooked while under the same roof as you.” His eyes raised to the crowd, “I wasn’t much older than Brianna when my father started acting strange and fell under the seductive spell of Lorrain’s promises. Power and dominion. She wants this seat on the council so that she can worm her way into the highest position possible. She’s a compeller and weaves that into h
Bri“On the contrary Lorraine, I am very present,” I said, striding before the dais. “I have come to see to it that you do not steal my father’s legacy and poison New Orleans as you did my Papa.” My voice was cold, hard, resolute. In this moment I let the warmth my heart had grown accustomed to leach into the men at my sides. Let her try to get out of this farce she made for herself.“Daughter, you are well,” Lorraine hid her surprise and I laughed darkly.“You do not get to call me daughter, after what you did to me. Allowed to be done to me. The abuse you exposed me to, in hopes you could wield the power I bear.” Beckham stepped forward gritting his teeth, eyes livid.“Child, enough of this nonsense,” Lorraine tried to reason.“You girl, owe us all a debt,” Beckham growled out. “I owe you nothing, if you ever thought I did that's on you.” I seethed. “Your little den of snakes stole everything from me,” I shot back. “You don’t get to pin a scared 14-year-old girl down and force her