BriEmbers barely cooling when Wyatt released me, something had begun coiling deep inside, a noise I could only describe as a whine left me.“Ahh, our sweet Bri,” Beau cooed, nipping at my ear. “You're a needy little thing aren't you?” he continued. “How bout we let my brother here make you feel real good,” he purred. “I wonder how many times he can make you cum with his mouth. What do you say, Sug?”“We need to hear your voice,” Wyatt said, pulling my knees up from over his. I didn't like the loss of touch.“Please,” I begged. His hands slipped higher under my skirt gently tugging on the hem of the lacey bit of fabric I had chosen to wear for no particular reason. He cocked his head with one big hand traveling to my bare ass cheek, a smirk kicking up.“I see you were hopeful, who am I to disappoint? Ready?” he asked.“Yes,” I surrendered and Wyatt, yanked them down my thighs, dangling them from his fingers for Beau's inspection. I refused to be embarrassed.“I suppose,” I said in a h
WyattI spent the next several hours in the bliss of exploring Bri. Her mouth, breasts, her sex, any bit of skin. Memorized every mole and freckle. Testing and measuring her reactions to each uncharted inch of her body. Changing tactics if she tensed or froze. I didn't want to send her to that haunted place in her mind. Beau came back, retiring to his room but I knew he would lay awake listening to all the sweet and naughty sounds she’d be making under my perusal. He’d also be listening to ensure I stayed within the parameters we had discussed.Neither of us wanted to push Bri into more than she was ready for, especially given the possibility of discovering the things blocked from her memory. The girl she said had come, blocking her memories of events when they got bad, or her anxiety threatened her to black out. That left a lot of unknowns to be discovered. Would we trigger her to remember something? Something awful?.So far she was pleasantly responsive, even a bit greedy for us. I
BeauBri tentatively came in the back door and as she went to tiptoe past the doorway to my room I reached out and snatched her. She yelped in surprise. Complaining as I pulled her into my now clean room, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes roved over everything in its place. It had been his parent's room, so it was a bit bigger than Wyatt's. He and I had finally sorted through their stuff in the closet and the keepsakes under the bed. Things he never realized his tough-as-nails mother ever kept. The mess had started with me not wanting to touch their stuff and Wyatt not wanting to deal with it. It had been the two older boys' rooms when Wyatt was home while Claude slept with one of us till he was big enough to sleep wild with his cousins. They had just recently, since Claude shifted, taken over the other house and I'd moved into the trainwreck of a room, not that my habits hadn't contributed to the disaster.“You cleaned?” she said, as she took the room in. “Yes,” I said, and as
BeauI let her explore, let her lead for a while before I flipped her again, I pulled away from her mouth and tipped her chin up.“You good?” when she nodded, I growled softly, now that was an interesting reaction I thought, scenting her arousal, as her body quivered. “Words, Sugar, or you don't get anymore,” I reprimanded.“Yes, I'm fine,” she mumbled. Oh to hold the key to her compliance, when she came off her third orgasm and the aroma of her clung to everything in the room I pulled her into me on the rumpled bed.“Soo,” I said tentatively and her blue-green gaze looked up at me, a contentment there I'd give her every day for the rest of my life if I could, if things were different, less complicated.“I thought maybe some nights instead of sleeping on the couch, maybe, maybe you could sleep here?” I asked, sounding like a young man asking his girl to sleep over for the first time. Her brows furrowed and she looked about biting her lip. My heart dropped. Before the expression turne
BriWyatt’s sinfully depraved mouth took me high then low and yet higher still. His breath across my skin, his lips on my mouth, my neck, my weeping sex like a match igniting my senses to a place of absolute euphoria. His calloused fingers gripping my hips, my breasts, sliding over skin, up my sides, gripping my ass like it belonged to him, but he stopped short of the boundary I had laid for them both. The feel of the hardness of him through his thin sweatpants, a testament to his self control he claimed not to have. Too many times had I given myself to the girl's memories as unwanted fingers turned my flesh frigid with fear and ice. Though Wyatt’s and Beau’s touch burned me like a caress across my skin. That flame went straight to a want, a need, a desire so rudimentary, I became its willing subject. Even though I trusted them, my magic stood to ensure my wants did not cave in those boundaries just yet, forfeiting my precautions, it was the only thing standing between me and absolut
Beau,When I got back from dropping Wyatt off Bri had breakfast and coffee on the table, the air around her seemed different, charged, and settled all at once. She was reading when I sat across from her.“Any plans today?” I asked.“No, I had assumed I'd be leaving by today,” she said simply.“You were so sure we would fail you," I asked, a little taken aback.“I didn't see this as a solution, in my world, this isn't normal outside of magic bonds or soul bonds from the dark ages, sex is more often or not a thing between two people, not three,” she said, turning the page.“Are you second-guessing our arrangement?” I asked. She narrowed her eyes over the book.“Don't be silly I've somehow won the attention of the two hottest guys on the planet, you think I'm giving that up? Not a chance,” she said with a wink.“What are you doing today?” she asked. “Well there's a few productive things I could be doing.”“Like?”“I could clean out one of the sheds or enforce the chicken coop, but I'd r
BriAfter Beau closed his eyes as if gathering a small army of support, he looked at me, a man torn between desire and morals and I felt that blazing amber gaze hit me in my core. ‘your sure?’ his words trickled into my mind, my internal senses humming in bliss that he'd reached out so intimately.“Yes,” I said out loud.His lips found my forehead and my heart rate kicked up. “Sugar,” he rasped. “I'm going to try to be gentle with you like my heart wants me to be, but I must admit, I'm at risk ofto becominge unhinged, I've wanted you, for so long, my denial has been my mistake, but now that I have you,” a sound between a growl and a snarl escaped him, and the voice that came next was laced with his animal. “I just want to bring you so much pleasure,” the voice trailed, the grit of the creature so close to the surface, causing something in me to bubble up, a need pooling in my heart, my chest.Beau’s mouth traveled down down down and when his fingers which I swear were tipped with c
Beau,Learning Bri’s body became an obsession, a pleasure so great I felt I could now die happy, once her revenge was dealt. Her curves had steadily filled in since she had come to us. I was watching her ass cheeks escape the rear of her cut-off shorts while she bent over a tackle box in the boat, on a balmy December morning. After spending five days sufficed with sex, wherever and whenever I had the opportunity to coerce, a willing Bri. I unfortunately had to let her know she was ovulating soon and was met with narrowed eyes. So too cool off for a spell I decided we would scoot around the territory and see if we could catch anything good. Maybe a snook or some snapper closer to the more salty arteries that filtered into our part of the Bayou. I did have a side mission I felt I needed to do as well. If I stayed home with her I'd end up getting us both into trouble, that I was sure of. It was good though, it reminded me we could haved fun doing other things too and had settled someth
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