All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Beasts: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Beau“Not as you think, the Cajuns came from France with a purpose, the humans the witches and the Weres led by a few Rougarous, when we were exiled from Canada we took the Mississippi south, some of us have forgotten the reason we came here the rest of us shoulder that responsibility, it’s part of why we couldn't go after Nads, it's too important.”“Beau, once this is done, if I come out of it…, we will find her, if she is still out there, I promise you,” she swore, one broken female pledging herself for another.“I don't doubt it Sug, but,” I said, before she cut me off.“That's not why you told me this story?” she guessed.“No Sugar, I want you to understand before, what fuels Wyatt's hesitation, he wants nothing more than to be with you but this and Landry's history plague him,” I took her hand as she stepped down off of the roots.“I need to go in the house, it's calling me,” she insisted. “I shouldn't have brought you,” I stammered, she shook her head, no it wasn't that.“There

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

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

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

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