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
Wyatt I was sitting with Beau on the front porch of the boy's house watching Bri surrounded by the boys who were attempting to show her how to fish. Their dock ran long across the front of the stilted house before jutting out into the water at the end. I was sipping sweet tea Bri had rustled up this morning letting it steep in the late morning sun in a glass pitcher on the porch. I watched her line go tight and heard her squeal of delight. She did a little happy dance that warmed my heart as well as caused it to ache. The boys helped her pull up the fish in a scoop net. She dropped it the first time she tried to pick it up and they all laughed as she struggled chasing it across the dock as it flopped around. She held it high with two hands for us to see. Beau and I clapped and whooped for her as the boys took it to add to the fray they had already caught. She had refused to use the grasshoppers the boys were catching and opted for chunks of Vienna sausages. Which, to Claude's delig
Wyatt "I see," he said as we walked over to the table that was away from the stove and smoker. "What exactly does that mean for us now?" he asked, nearly a whisper leaving him as he glanced at Bri. 'That you have another soul in your care,' I answered now knowing two things about Bri. She could track sounds and noises farther than she should be able to and she wouldn't pry into this conversation because she had boundaries, unfortunately, due to nobody having boundaries with her. 'You want me to protect something I know nothing about?' he asked. He was acting like he felt he had been left out of an important conversation. Maybe he had but there was too much to explain about Bri that a 17-year-old wouldn't or shouldn't have to understand. 'All you need to know is that Bri is perfectly capable of taking care of herself, however, that doesn't mean she doesn't have her own demons to conquer.' I told him. 'I heard her screaming last night,' he said. 'Sounded like someone was ripping he
BriAs I turned the pot of beans and rice and moved food around so it wouldn't burn, my mind wandered. He was leaving me. That was what had triggered me to spit harsh words at him. I would never fathom jeopardizing the pack. It had hurt he thought I would risk it and my panic that I wouldn't have his pillar to hold me steady threatened the darkness to close in. I trusted them in my heart but my mind wasn't ready to back down from its heightened sense that something would go wrong at any moment. I could be betrayed, they would try to control me like the others, anything was possible . I couldn't take a full breath and the blackness began to breach the edges of my vision. "Wyatt," I breathed. He grunted, turning around. I felt his attention on me. "Take over please," I whispered, as the panic began constricting my chest,narrowing my vision further. "I need the bathroom," I lied walking away hoping he was too distracted to hear my heartbeat and labored breaths. I just walked away hurrie
Wyatt She looked back at me, her posture matching mine, arms crossed and battle-ready. "I think you know I've already shared more than I should have. What I want to say, it seems I can't help myself," I said, trying to stand with some sort of ground between us. She huffed. "Neither of us asked for this and I understand what positions we are both in. Just know I will Never risk this pack, Alpha. Beau, those boys, you, I'd soon enough end myself and forgo my vendetta, before I allow danger to touch any of you. But let me make this crystal clear because we are a lot more alike than you realize. If you think you are a monster then that makes me one too, but deep down we are ruled by our humanity and that's what makes us better than them," she spoke simply. I shook my head looking at her. "Mon Sha, you are anything but a monster," I argued. "You are the most pure soul I have met in my lifetime, a monster is the last thing you will ever be to me," I countered. That idea was ludicrous. "
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