Beau We all stopped in our tracks. Jaws slack as her picture came up on the screen in one of those lacey poor excuses for a dress she had talked about. She was younger, the white lace tight to the narrow pinch of her midsection snug to the flare of the curve of her hips, with a slit so high I doubted she was wearing underwear. The heels of her shoes were so tall and narrow it was a wonder how she could stand. Her cleavage defied gravity as it strained against the sweetheart neckline, where her hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Eyes looking down, lost, empty, her face reserved, resigned. That girl looked like death walking compared to the woman who now resided at home. I vaguely remembered Louis muttering shit. And a sharp whining sound in my head before old man Beauregard poked me with his cane. "Move along Reds, lines moving. "Those of us in the pack have been referred to as Reds or Rouges by the locals for as long as we can remember, they didn't know or chose to fo
Beau We all stopped in our tracks. Jaws slack as her picture came up on the screen in one of those lacey poor excuses for a dress she had talked about. She was younger, the white lace tight to the narrow pinch of her midsection snug to the flare of the curve of her hips, with a slit so high I doubted she was wearing underwear. The heels of her shoes were so tall and narrow it was a wonder how she could stand. Her cleavage defied gravity as it strained against the sweetheart neckline, where her hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Eyes looking down, lost, empty, her face reserved, resigned. That girl looked like death walking compared to the woman who now resided at home. I vaguely remembered Louis muttering shit. And a sharp whining sound in my head before old man Beauregard poked me with his cane. "Move along Reds, lines moving. "Those of us in the pack have been referred to as Reds or Rouges by the locals for as long as we can remember, they didn't know or chose to fo
BriBastain grunted unloading a massive bag of potatoes. "Wyatt's gonna bust a nut when he sees this. He's always said no pets, they are just more mouths to feed." he said looking down over her shoulder at the chick in her hand. "They ain't pets Bas, they are egg layers and you leave him to me, think of a future with fresh eggs on hand for breakfast and vegetables he no longer will have to buy. I think it will outweigh his previous assumption that they are 'pets'. He just needs a lil convincing," I said with a smile, giving the chick a peck on the head and putting it back in the box. I gave Beau a massive grin, pinching his cheek on my way to reconfiguring the cabinets to fit the spoils."Y'all go get those books, we can make project plans while I cook." Bas sat at the table troubled, while the other two ran back to the boat to get their bags and books. "What is it Bas?" I asked, feeling his eyes on me. "Why do you always have to make so much sense? This whole time I was fretting ov
Bri I never really realized when it manifested anymore. As darkness fell and my eyes failed me it just came into existence now like a habit, like some restless tick. The magic obliging my senses. Beau had his ass propped against the back of the couch, his shirt was gone, and the view was scrumptious as always. But the look on his face told me we had a heavy talk, inbound. I sighed propping my hip against the counter. "Time for porch talk?" I asked. Nodding towards the door. So far all our heavier conversations had happened on the porch or the connecting dock. Being inside just made me feel like a cornered animal. So I preferred it that way. He nodded as I watched him gracefully stride across the kitchen and pull a short glass and a bottle of whiskey. I swallowed hard as I listened to the scrape of the opening bottle and the scent of the liquor hitting my nose. My mind drifted to dark times. My body had once been owned, my mind and magic wavered on that thought until a large warm hand
Bri He poured another glass offering it to me. I took it and held it before me. Memories of Silas skirting my memory, they seemed foggier now, I dreamt more about Draven's unwanted advances. I had come to realize I didn't want to know all the things the girl had blocked out. A lifetime of therapy wouldn't heal that constant paranoia and I hated that I felt like every time it creeped up on me that I was letting him win. Silas, on the other hand, was an odd duck. His fingers lingered on scars, they didn't wander. If he was present I was at least safe from everyone else. I could handle Silas. I had made sacrifices of myself to do it, but I managed. I couldn't figure out what I was missing and the scent of whisky had me going down a rabbit hole I don't think my mind was capable of processing right now. 'You have survived another day little bird,' why would he say that? Why at the end if it all had he passed me off to Andy and Trent after years of posessively insisting it was his right t
Beau,I tried just to get close enough to town to get a signal but I was forced to dock and wander into it. I fiddled with the phone trying to roam into casual places I could lean against and pretend I was doing something important so I would be left alone. Not many people searched us out but on the off chance someone did for an odd job to be done, or mindless chatter, I was trying to appear preoccupied.I finally got a signal unfortunately close to the general store. I leaned against the old creole-style cottage building that had been morphed into the local quick shop. Filled with local produce and basic things like milk, eggs, bread, condiments, and such. They had a gas pump and Mrs. Blance's son Richie had a little makeshift garage off to the side where he repaired boat motors and other things. He was a wiz at it and really just learned it on his own.I dialed Wyatt hoping the bunks were not overcrowded. Maybe they would all be at breakfast. We had discussed that I'd call this morn
Bri "Y'all done already?" he asked. I nodded as he took a seat. He stole my glass and took a long drink. "Good, guess you can get us a refill?" I taunted him and he just grinned before winking at me. It was strange to me that this man was a stranger a week ago, and now he knew more about me than anyone else in the world. I still kept the deep wounds close, opting to share the superficial things that had caught me off guard as they came to me, while I settled here over the past week. He never really asked, never pried but I found myself wanting to explain myself when he pulled me from dark memories and stained thoughts. I wanted to get it all out, as it came to me. It soon became apparent to me that Beau was a shameless flirt, yet he offered me respect at the same time. It was a kind of reverence, I wasn't sure I deserved. He toed a line of being suggestive without ever crossing it. I was never offended nor did I feel uncomfortable. It was an easy kind of bantering friendship, one
BastianI knew she was too good to be true. Someone like that was just a passing dream that hit all the right nerves. That bristled me about our Mas', callous dumpsters of shits all of them women, sure they were fine to look at. I'm sure they were great fun to stick your dick in until they popped out another mouth to feed and dropped them on your doorstep. At least Bri wasn't playing that game. I'd seen her go stiff when they touched her when she first got here. There was a past there none of them were talking about. She didn't solicit them, they just I dunno, maybe they wanted something to protect. But now that she was on her feet, she could probably wipe the floor with all of us. Wyatt and Beau fawned over her sure but I never saw her do those things I saw other girls do when they were out to get their knickers dropped. She was nice and I hated that I liked her. She seemed to fill cracks in myself I didn't know I had. I wanted that but I knew better than let that happen. I suppose
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