Wyatt When the food was eaten and the leftovers properly put away, Beau took the dishes back to the cabin and Bri perched herself, half lounging on the bench swing. The boys had run off to their house on some kind of mission as I scraped the grill clean. ”You've raised some good young men there, Alpha," she said, disturbing the quiet night air. An owl sounded not far off. I wasn’t used to the compliment so I just responded with. "They’re behaving themselves tonight, I'm sure the spell of having company will soon fade and the antics will pick back up in no time." I put the scrapper away crossing my arms over my chest. "Thank you for offering to help the boys, you didn't have to do that. I'm afraid my schooling skills are rusty and Beau nearly flunked out of high school. It was everything I could do to get him to finish. Honestly, they don't usually ask for help and I'm surprised that they admitted they were struggling." She shrugged. "I'm happy to help them if I can. I need so
BeauBri drifted off after finally losing the battle with sleep she had been waging for hours. The boys packed up their instruments and headed home to bed. I looked over at her nestled into Wyatt's side. The lines of her face softened and relaxed with sleep. Her arm had bent and now rested over his across her middle, absent-minded fingers circling his wrist. Her legs curved over my lap and seemed to have tucked around my waist gripping me in place with her feet braced against the back of the swing's seat. Her ass snugly pressed into my side.'Are we waking her?' I asked as we sat in the quiet of the night swaying on the swing bench. 'No, the more rest she gets the better, I'll carry her back,' he said before turning and scooping her up like nothing more than a coat. When he stood, I followed. I shook off the lack of feeling her warmth against me. I couldn't describe the feeling if I tried, something hallowing in my chest. Scowling, I grabbed the bag of empty wrappers the boys had demo
BeauBri drifted off after finally losing the battle with sleep she had been waging for hours. The boys packed up their instruments and headed home to bed. I looked over at her nestled into Wyatt's side. The lines of her face softened and relaxed with sleep. Her arm had bent and now rested over his across her middle, absent-minded fingers circling his wrist. Her legs curved over my lap and seemed to have tucked around my waist gripping me in place with her feet braced against the back of the swing's seat. Her ass snugly pressed into my side.'Are we waking her?' I asked as we sat in the quiet of the night swaying on the swing bench. 'No, the more rest she gets the better, I'll carry her back,' he said before turning and scooping her up like nothing more than a coat. When he stood, I followed. I shook off the lack of feeling her warmth against me. I couldn't describe the feeling if I tried, something hallowing in my chest. Scowling, I grabbed the bag of empty wrappers the boys had demo
Bri The images in my dreams drifted from dancing to spunky cajun ballads under the light of the moon, the joy and energy seeping into my soul, the feeling of being whole. Before fading into flashes of predatory eyes and landscapes of swamp land, its history mapping out over time, ever-changing except for one thing, something pulsing deep down in the depths of the water calling me. Like the power pulsing in my chest 'thump, thump, thump,' drums pounding, the sound vibrating through my being. I felt the breeze as my body swayed and reverberated the sound into movement. My chi swelled and something in my head throbbed a blinding light behind my eyes that grew and grew until the smell of whisky hit my senses. Instinctively everything within me recoiled into the shadows of my being and a memory sifted through the cracks of my subconscious, something inky and slimy like a sludge seeping forward taking the landscape's place. The light of my chi, my power drew within its broken cage. I
Bri "We don't have extra beds. You sleep here, or in my bed and I will take the couch," Beau said. "Well if I sleep here, where are you going to sleep?" I asked Wyatt. "I don't like the idea of taking over either of your beds," I said. Wyatt failed to respond. "If you won't let me sleep on the couch then I guess we are sharing." I surmised. Beau let out a noise like a cough. "Careful Moonbeam," Wyatt warned. "What? What's the difference if you're a man or a wolf?" I challenged him. "Wolves don't have wandering hands, in sleep I cannot promise to keep them to myself, I don't want to unknowingly make you feel uncomfortable," he retorted. "I'll be fine, my magic tolerates you so you should make it through the night," I only half-teased. I selfishly knew I just wanted his comfort. He was brash and stern and moody, but something about the Alpha steadied me in a way. Wyatt let me go as I disentangled myself from him and the sheets. I didn't have the nerve to look back as I grabbed my s
WyattI just wanted to turn tail and insist I make the couch work or shift into my wolf. This was a bad idea. The only reason I didn't is because halfway to the bedroom her hesitant steps grew determined and her spine seemed to steel at the challenge. I wasn't going to puss out."What side do you want?" She asked as she put her things away. I'd clear her some space for her things tomorrow. I considered the question having never slept with anyone. The few encounters I had were just that and nothing more than, no reason to cozy up in bed for the night. This couldn't be anything I wouldn't let it be anything. However, my qualms with the intimacy of sleeping with anyone were lost when it came to her. With her, I craved closeness which is why I should just stop this now, but maybe mastering it was better. If she was going to be here for a while or preferably if she could be swayed forever if she wanted to. I'd have to get over my yearning obsession. It was just sleeping. Very very close,
Wyatt"So you can read all languages or do you understand them all?" I asked, leaning against the headboard. "I can understand them but I can only speak the ones that I hear more often," she said, closing the book and looking up at me. her palms held the book more like a Cherished stuffed toy than a boring text. "Why did you pick that one?" I asked, pointing at the book in her hands. She brought it to her heart, bent her head, and inhaled. Tears threatened the corners of her eyes. "It still smells like him, it was his favorite. It took me an extra month to sneak this baby out," she said, taking in another lingering whiff as she bent down her head, her hair falling forward. She handed it to me. "It may be my imagination, but to me, I can still smell his tobacco, the white sage he was always burning, and a hint of his aftershave." She mussed. "Tell me Rougarou, what do you smell?" She asked me as she handed me the book. I was hesitant to take it, but when she pushed I couldn't help bu
BriI woke engulfed in Wyatt's scent, my cheek sweaty and my pillow hard beneath it. I was so comfortable I was about to drift back to sleep when my fingers twitched feeling hair beneath them my eyes shot open accosted by the sun filtering into the room. My hand rested on the dusting of curly hair across his chest which had indeed become my pillow. I also realized my leg was flung over his body. My shin and calf were between the inside of his leg and another very firm, well-endowed appendage was evident against my shin. His dick. Only boxers and thin leggings between us. 'it's just a natural reaction, doesn't mean shit. Ignore it and go back to bed,' I told myself. His arm held me to him, his hand firmly at my hip, securing me there. When I tensed his hand shifted sliding up and down before gripping my hip bone more firmly. A faint rumbling purr vibrated in his chest. Apparently, the Alpha was into cuddling when he wasn't consciously refraining. I closed my eyes, for the moment I wou
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