All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Beasts: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

BriAfter feeling absolutely ridiculous after showering and primping for men who usually saw me in cut off jean shorts, and holey, oversized band tees, and messy buns. I found myself walking towards the island's center, one booted foot after the other an ever larger growing lump in my throat. The apprehension was dismal. Twinkling lights glittered in the trees as my orb rose up high in the clearing’s center. Beau jumped down off a table he was sitting on and stopped dead in his tracks. He wore a brown and blue plaid shirt that brought the amber in his eyes to life, his dark hair hung combed and slicked down. Wyatt had turned from the grill, his button-down black shirt rolled up past his elbows, his light blue jeans hugging those muscular thighs of his, damp hair slicked back, his irises flaming briefly to gold before receding. I swallowed.“You came!” Beau said, as Wyatt joined us, he took my hand that was self-consciously fiddling with the skirt of my dress.“You look stunning,” he

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

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

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

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