BriThe moment we got back to the warehouse Wyatt was dragging me away. When my heels couldn’t keep pace I found myself tossed over his shoulder. I squealed getting a few too many glances in my direction. Zoey went to intervene but Beau stopped her, murmuring some words under his breath and Issac busted out laughing. Just great they all knew what was about to happen. Wyatt’s hand came down on my ass hard the bustle of the skirt hanging with my head over his back exposing me in nothing but hot shorts. I yelped but the commotion around us droned and limited others ability to hear usA few moments laterThe sounds dimmed as he entered the warehouse and meandered back outside after pushing open a door. He slid me down his body and pushed me up against a cold wall of brick. He looked down at me as I looked up locking on his molten gold orbs. My hands caressed his cheeks, his facial hair rough against my fingers, our breathing heavy.“You could have exposed yourself to them tonight!” he ac
BeauI chuckled as I leaned against Zoey’s car. They took the walk of shame with pride but I decided not to mention her skirt was still off-kilter, as tempting as it was to get that death glare, I didn’t need the world to know how exposed she had just been. However, Zoey and Issac shared a look before Issac whistled loudly.“Girl I can just tell that man rearranged your insides in all the most sinfully pleasing ways, your beaming.” He didn’t say it quietly either as other parade attendants looked over curious for the tea.“Since you are so well cared for, my friend, you won’t mind sharing this guy?” Issac asked a pout on his face, draping his arm over my shoulders. Bri narrowed her eyes, pulling away from the safety of Wyatt’s side, her fingertips linking with his as she pulled them both up to me. She reached up her slender hand and gripped the back of my neck firmly before she pulled me down for a smoking hot kiss. When we parted Bri smirked at Issac.“Too bad for you I’m a greedy b
BriWyatt had this way of devouring me, of entering my very veins, and when he rolled me to my back I unbuttoned his pants, desperate for more. His cock sprung free. It was heavy and thick, glistening precum ready at the tip, just for me. I hadn’t forgotten about Beau; they never really set me up to choose. More often than not they enjoyed watching while the other had his way with me or they would insert themselves in such a way it never felt awkward, well except that one time. Our tongues warred in an inferno of passion, lust, and love.Wyatt pulled away, his molten orbs on mine.“I’m not fucking that poupoune of yours just yet Moonbeam,” my eyes widened in question. ”I want those lips around my cock while Beau fucks you senseless. You, ma rayon de lune,” he said, teasing my lips and pulling the bottom one from between my teeth with a calloused thumb. “Have been naughty, teasing us and bringing us to the point of going feral in the streets with so many eyes on what belongs to us. I p
IssacI listened long into the night not disappointed at the sounds coming from the next room. Those three had something the rest of us could only dream of. I heard Mouse leave the room. I couldn’t imagine walking away from something like that. As I roused myself I knew my chair was more than a transformation device. It ws a cocoon making a caterpillar into a fucking butterfly. I was invested in not just the transformation but the story behind all the things I didn’t know. The scars on her back were just one layer to the tale I didn’t know needed telling before.I came out of my room to find Mouse and my sister cuddled on the couch, with cups of coffee in their hands. Whatever this task was I would be all in. The men came soon after and Bri stole the kitchen making bacon and eggs after asking Zoe if it was alright. Beau and Wyatt peaked into cabinets and started pulling out plates and things as she needed them, lining a tray with paper towels and washing things as she went. They simpl
BriWe slipped into Issac’s art room, and Wyatt set the box on the table and stepped back. I was only in Wyatt’s shirt and nothing else. I let it fall to the floor. They were both looking at me like I lost my mind, getting naked in front of Celeste. Glittering lengths of gossamer fabric emerged from the box. “Come help me,” Celeste ordered and my men obliged her. She had them each gingerly take the meager bodice of the dress, as Celeste eased the rest out of the box.My jaw dropped. The base of the dress was sheer pewter-colored gossamer, but the details sewed into the fabric were more than a statement. Celeste carefully gathered it up and gilded my men to me. I ducked and emerged in it looking into the same mirror a day ago, when Isacc had set my affirmation. I’d get through this. I didn’t know how, but as buttons and pins began to be positioned I looked up into that mirror. The form-fitting mermaid cut dipped into a low V below my navel, the barely there fabric came around my neck
WyattIssac took one look at her in that dress and whistled.“Fucks sake Mouse you are going to slay tonight.”He had no idea how true those words were. Bri paid Issac no never mind, she just stared at us tailored into our suits, a sexy smirk on her lips. Celeste’s apprentice Finnly ducked back into the shop with 3 small boxes. She had sent him to fetch them an hour ago but New Orleans was a swamp of people right now. The seamstress opened the smaller boxes and approached Beau and me. She handed one to Bri who looked down at the contents and smiled sadly. She pulled out the boutonniere approaching Wyatt, his hands sliding to her hips and pulling her into him. She reached up and gently pinned it in place at his lapel.“You clean up good Alpha,” she said, smirking up at him. She blinked tears back and he bent to seal his mouth over hers. He was gentle as their tongues caressed cherishingly. It was a loving kiss. Not the devouring ones he usually gave her and the room was still. Everyon
BriThe two pale silver horses' hooves clapped over the cobblestone roads as we crossed the backstreet roads of the quarter and entered the garden district. It had taken 2 hours but here we were moving up the drive to my father’s house. I’d never claim it was hers.The mansion sat down the long drive surrounded by lush manicured gardens and wide immaculate expanses of lawn. I pulled the beaded shawl tighter over my shoulders against the chill breeze. It was pinned with a magnolia broach for the time being, the last piece, Celeste had said.The carriage stopped at the base of the steps and Wyatt got out. He turned and carefully lifted me, setting me on my feet. Beau behind me ensured the skirt of the dress didn't catch on anything before he joined me. I could feel the brisling change as the men brought their other sides forward. They scanned the few people meandering and laughing, obviously drunk on the steps. A couple kissing as if the rose bushes would prevent them from being seen.T
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
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