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
WyattThe scent of swamp, darkness, and night-blooming jasmine invaded me. My eyes keenly navigated the landscapes of my dreams. An empyrean light moved through shadow and I, The Beast, sought out its trajectory and moved within the veins of the swamp to meet it at its destination. I sought that which should be part of me. There she was stepping across roots and across lily pads as if she were little more than the light she emitted. Bri, no longer rail thin, but curvy with full hips and breasts as her sundress swayed with her movement, strode with slight confident steps until she stopped staring into pools of water. Three intertwined, raised circles made of root and decay and framed in duckweed were illuminated by her. She stepped on a root that bordered one of the mysterious pools and dipped her toe in. Her eyes met mine and then she jumped. As her head passed the surface, panic struck.I woke up wrapping myself around her, her heartbeat spiking in surprise but steady, reminding me