BriIt was several days later and only a few days before Wyatt returned home when Beau announced with glee that I was no longer at risk of falling pregnant. Thank fuck. We had been lazing around his room reading a particularly filthy novel to each other and laughing at the characters. I was sprawled out on his bed in nothing but panties and a bra, on my belly with ankles crossed and feet up in the air.He came up behind me pushing my legs apart and crawling over me, he kissed up my spine and I tensed a bit as he reached the scars but he steadily continued over them as if they didn't exist, sliding his arms in the gaps between my elbows and my body wrapping them around the top of my chest, pressing his cheek against my head. I folded my arms on the bed in front of me, tilting my head to peer over my shoulder as I lay my head against my arms, his lips brushing my ear which he kissed, causing me to shiver.“Hey,” I said. “Hey,” he parroted.“Have you thought about what we talked about?
WyattThe hard part wasn't about them being together as I imagined it would be. I wasn't jealous, but I was thankful. He would be best to navigate the complex and unknown parts of Brianna's unpleasant past, which was something too difficult for a monster to tactfully decode. He would have a harder time when every Shifter we worked with realized we smelt of the same female.The hardest part was being with her officially and missing her, my mind drifting to her often. I didn't know how to deal with that. I didn't miss women but this was Bri, she wasn't just any woman. Bri was more, she was everything every woman before her or after her couldn't be. My own personal rayon de lune, quite literally. I didn't know if I had the control required to not turn into the man I did when sex was at play. For her, I would have to try.The Beast became a dark, somewhat sadistic, layer to my already domineering sexual appetite. I liked control, I liked giving it rough, and hard, if not a bit selfishly a
WyattThe aroma of Bri wafted off Beau like a drug. Her pheromones, her jasmine and bayou scent, the fragrance of her arousal had me swallowing as my mouth watered at the memory of her taste. I let out a breath as I stepped on the boat greeting him. We had the 3 days around the full moon together and then I'd be alone with my love and my dark desires. It both thrilled and terrified me. I studied him fully, appraising him from head to toe. “All been well?” I asked. He grinned smugly, as he revved the engine. “Yeah,” he said, cruisingcruised us out of the dock zone. He seemed more relaxed if possible, settled even. He even moved with a lazy contentment.He shut the boat down halfway home and turned to me but his face drained of swagger as his eyes met mine. A lost sort of bewilderment met me.“She's better than good but I should tell you, she, she can't remember it but they, they hurt her.” he said.“Be clear Beta,” I growled. He let out a long breath, glancing down the channel acro
WyattBoo greeted me, tail thumping wildly on the porch, guarding the door in towards her mistress. I gave her a rubdown and she wiggled and squirmed in delight as she scented everywhere my boots had been in the last 2 weeks, before moving onto Beau with equal enthusiasm even though he'd only been gone mere hours. I faced the door and my heart paused, the scent of food wafting to me. My hand on the knob, Beau preoccupied with the dog, gave me a moment for composure. I had missed her too damn much, way too goddess damn much.Nothing could have prepared me for the site of Bri stretching up towards the high cabinet, the cheeks of her bare ass escaping the confines of Beau’s shirt. Nipples pert and evident against the thin fabric. Her hair up in a high messy ponytail exposing that flawless creamy skin of her neck. The skin of which I yearned to scent, to taste, to ferally claim. I swallowed hard, the ice that had laced my veins before in rage now became lava at the sight of her. As her fa
BriHis mouth descended on mine in a frenzy. I was lifted and spun, my back slamming into the post hard. My feet no longer touching the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist, his hands desperately roving as mine tangled into his sandy brown hair.The world and time passed but there was only the feel and taste of him, his devotion and primal need, poured like smoke and liquid fire into my veins. Something that would leave ash and embers behind. Moving forward with him would change me irrevocably, I thirsted for its punishment, its unending embrace. I knew in the depths of my being that walking away from him would be my greatest regret. Not that my love for Beau was any less than my love for Wyatt. There was just something bright and unyielding there, straining between us, and if I ever found it, succumbed to it, I would yank Beau right up into that light with me. It was a fear of mine yielding to that, claiming them. Though, They were mine, in my heart at least, that would have to
WyattI sat with Brianna for a while, the shadow of Beau disappearing down the hall a ways. Fingers trailing through her hair, a heady exhale releasing from her. I soaked in the beauty of her ultimate resignation, of the pain, fear, anger, and betrayal handed to me like a sacrifice. All of her faces were breathtaking, this one however was the most at peace and I wanted to watch her dance with that peace and writhe within that sinful ecstasy with weightless transcendent abandon.I pulled her hair gently at her nape, raising her eyes to mine. She blinked up at me, those swamp green orbs rimmed in churning navy storms, the silver light of that magnificent power she ruled, a halo within them.“Ma Sha, are you sure you want to do this? Because there's no turning back once we get so far,” the grit in my voice was evident even though my words were soft.“Yes,” her voice was soft yet steady and sure.“Stand,” I commanded, and her body rose and I guided her between my knees. She stared back at
Wyatt“So sweet when you're all tied up,” I teased her, and she was unbearably so. The soft, exquisite lines and curves of her stretched out across my bed, her body calling to mine, a strange precarious lure this woman beneath me as I forced myself to exit her orbit to drop my pants, my cock suddenly free to the night air as I returned to her, those beautiful eyes stunned, yet starved at the sight of it's thick length. I hadn't planned on tying her up, but she wasn't complaining and I wouldn't either. Maybe, just maybe she would like the sort of games I liked to play. The shadow in the hall shifted as I teased her lips with mine and she thirstily opened, delving her tongue into my mouth as if I was the air she breathed. Reaching up, I pulled the loop on the belt's knot, setting her free of the bed but not the restraints as I gripped her wrists over her head.“Behave, or you'll get more Beast than you're ready for,” I said, but the heat that sparked in her eyes spoke volumes, very dan
BriThe viper in my path halted me, as the rush of memories of scales and fangs and paralyzing pain swept through me, the blackness began to sweep in as I struggled to breath, before the view of the snake was blocked and the scent of brackish water and cypress brought me back and amber eyes with pulsing gold stared back into mine. I was open to him and he saw everything as I felt myself swept up and moved forward.Moments later the energy of the place began to radiate into me like a malicious force and I looked up to find two pairs of eyes looking down on me.Wyatt's strong arms cradled me as Beau’s found my face.“Sug!” his worried voice called.“I'm here,” my voice rasped. Beau's expression relaxed, as Wyatt's eyes bore into mine, assessing deeper, ready to pull me out of this ‘mission,’ I pushed them away, forcing myself to stand and looked at the vacant house as I steadied myself with a tree.“I'm fine,” I insisted. Wyatt growled and I narrowed my eyes at him.“They,” he went to s
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