WyattShe had no idea what I wanted to do and that made it even better. I held the scarf in my hands. The silky black fabric was cool in my hands.“Trust me, Ma Sha?” I asked again. She looked from the scarf to me and nodded. She was confused but gave me that trust. I cherished it and though this gift was a bit selfish, If I’d learned anything about Bri it was that she soaked it up like she did the light of the moon. She was a sensual creature. This woman before me, watching her learn to surrender to that had been my greatest gift in life. Tonight the selfish bastard that I was, I’d take another gift for myself. I wanted to memorize her in a different way.When I lifted the scarf over her eyes the darkness peered curiously back at me, a sheen of silver in those soft green orbs, but the wraith didn’t balk. I tied it firmly then, letting that glorious high ponytail stand tall and proud, perfect for grabbing. I then slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the dress pooling at
WyattA dance of cat and mouse commenced, Beau finally pinned her to the wall, after she had purposefully teased him a little too hard by grabbing his cock through his low-slung sweats. He growled. I memorized the curve of her mouth then, the sag of the surrender of her body, and the satisfaction that seemed to waft off of her. Sweet sweet Bri, at least we know you're not as innocent as you portray. She loved it, I watched her body pant as his claws threatened to dig in and her panties fell to the floor in shreds instead. I wanted to see the thrill in her eyes, why had I blindfolded her? That's right, I didn’t want her to see how every face of her wrecked me. How she destroyed me with everything. It was fruitless. Frayed as they were the threads of ourselves unintentionally had latched on to each other over time. I could only hope they would stay brittle, and spare me from what was bound to happen, we had walked the line too many times, and blurred the margins too often. As Beau thru
BriIt was time, I was leaving with the same 2 bags. I came only bringing a few changes of clothes and the gifts the boys and my men had given me. I took one more look around the humble room, my throat tight with emotion, I loved this room, this place, and these people. I’d be leaving this simple rough-hewn, loving home. One full of warmth and fond memories. The pain in my chest throbbed. My fingers are fiddling with a thread on the quilt. It wasn't just the people but the land I was leaving. The stress already pulled at every fiber of my being like pieces of myself threatening to be stripped away. A bandaid left on too long and ready to take with it hair, skin, and all the bits of you that were supposed to remain intact. I heard the boys enter the back of the house and swallowed hard. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and my throat closed in tighter. Wyatt’s form entered the doorway engulfing the space. I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes softened, he crossed the distance
BriAs the skiff sped over water she let the tears fall and be carried away on the wind. Her burden of sorrow and pain would mark Beau and me for life. Shadows in the embers of the fires of our souls. It was a strange thing how she gasped out a sob as if physical pain had seized her when we crossed the threshold of the territory.Beau tucked her in close, but she pulled herself together as we neared Mabel's dock. Mabel would take the boat back later shepherding the boys to and from school tomorrow while Landry and Mila kept an eye on them and the territory.The girls embraced and said their farewells before we walked to the church and loaded our bags into the truck.When we settled into the truck Bri's emotions had cleared. She sighed. “I think we need food, does Maria sell breakfast?” Beau and my eyes met over her head. This was going to be bad.“You don't want to wait to get to New Orleans and get some beignets from your Maggie?” Beau tried.“No, I'm not in the mood for anything sw
WyattBri had us pull over once we got into the older part of New Orleans. She pulled her hair through the back of a baseball cap and pulled her hood up on Beau’s hoodie. We all followed suit. We followed her as she led us down dark alleyways that stank of piss and cheap liquor. She had steered clear of the garden district where she said the house was. We were on the outskirts of the historic quarter. All manner of shops and living quarters were tangled here like a puzzle of mismatched pieces. Mardi Gras was in full swing even at its end, which was the peak of tourist season. Music and jubilant glee, mingled with drunken chanting and tipsy stumbling on the main street. Bri stopped at a gate at the back alley of one of the row’s rear gardens down the backside of a row of Creole townhouses and approached the rear door after ensuring Beau closed the gate behind him. She gave the backdoor a peculiar knock like it was some sort of code. Lights flickered within. A knock returned, Bri murmu
BeauA few hours later after using Zoey’s dryer to dry our rain-drenched hoodies we changed and found ourselves entering a coffee shop. The scent of coffee, sugar, and pastries assaulted me. Along with the scent of weed and incense. It reminded me a little of how Bri smelt when she first came to us. Wyatt’s glance at me told me he thought the same. We knew where we were, the girls had spoken about it in front of us but for the scent of such a place to be embedded into the essence of our beloved Bri, meant it was special. Much like the swamp had since found its way into her essence, mingling into all the beautiful fibers that made Bri who she was, whatever she was.We kept our heads down on the street but when we got into the building Wyatt and I pushed our hoods back accessing the place for threats. Bri perked up her gaze searching people at the tables and in the small crowd already dancing without music. Then she kept walking right behind the counter and through the door to the backr
IssacThe girls had walked out for a private chat. The two specimens Mouse had been using as play toys came out in nothing but low-slung jeans and rippling muscles. Damn was she one lucky girl. I glanced them over schooling my face from admitting I wanted to know just how large those packages were. A boy could dream, right? Sis better spill every fucking bean! And she would, once I got her talking in that chair it would be like a never-ending array of images I could savour. I just kept up with my pile of french toast to keep my hands busy, both men’s eyes darted to the door, they were silent yet they looked at each other and their facial expressions told a different story. Were they telepathic? Now I bet that was useful in the bedroom.When Mouse and Zoey came in and she approached them the big guy pulled her to him, his focus impeccable as he tilted her chin up to peer into her eyes. “Everything alright Ma Sha?” “Besides the obvious, yes,” he kissed her brow tenderly before envelo
WyattBri had been down there for hours as we paced Zoey’s apartment. She just watched us from her spot on the couch. She made sandwiches for lunch took a few downstairs and when we went to follow, she glared at us and we huffed when she implied that we would see her when she was ready.She brought up a box with clothes from Celeste and we changed and came dressed in leather pants, snug boots, and nothing more, Our hands held the accessories like they were snakes ready to bite us.“You said you would follow her to her revenge, it’s just a costume,” she drawled rolling her eyes. Beau and I shared glances and nodded at each other before we wrapped the black leather collars adorned with long chains around our necks and returned to pacing. A sharp pang in my heart alerted me to Bri’s distress but quickly eased, the only thing keeping me from barging downstairs. It was one thing being away from her knowing I’d soon return to her, it was a completely different one knowing we would soon be p
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