WyattBri was flagging, yet she insisted only clean bodies go into the sheets. We dumped our things on the bench by the showers. The weather had warmed but the shower water would still be cold and I had a solution to that. I hadn't finished what I had started yesterday and I needed to feel her from the inside again. I wondered if she could do what I told her or if she wouldn't be able to. But I realized as I peeled that scrap of a shirt she fashioned into whatever it was she called it, over her head before I bent, allowing her to pull mine off. A part of me yearned for it to be done. And here I was playing with fire teasing the light, taunting it to find mine. It was a sick sort of game, but I didn't care anymore. I had meant what I said, I belonged to her anyway. If she found it, she could have it.I tugged her against my body for heat as I reached up to turn on the cold water. I bent as she scrubbed her fingernails into my scalp. She wet and then suds up my hair. I kissed her deepl
BriWyatt and I slept from afternoon, to deep into the night rousing only with Oh Henry’s call to the rising dawn. Wyatt had insisted on “Breakfast” in bed. I gripped his sandy locks as he worked and devoured me into a limp, panting, mess. He chuckled from between my thighs, his eyes meeting mine, as he licked his lips. His fingers trailed over my still trembling thighs as he watched me.“I'm going to go make you some coffee and then I'll get breakfast sorted,” He said, sitting up before getting out of bed and pulling on his pants, forgoing the shirt. All I could manage in my hazy satisfaction was a “mmmhmm,” in agreement. I tucked the sheets over my lower half and enjoyed the warmth of the rising sun on my face and chest. A Barred owl called from somewhere nearby and I found myself reaching out looking for anything amiss. Finding none, I picked up the book on the nightstand. It was one of my father’s. It was time to get serious, to put the pieces together of what Mother Dearest had i
WyattI had woken up to the smell of corn cakes, eggs, and bacon. Bris's pillow had been shoved in her place within my arms and I scowled. I sat up pulling on my sweats, grumpy for being deprived of my soul's sustenance so early. My stomach growled hungrily as I entered the kitchen, the hollow of it checking itself as I watched her bend to pull something out of the oven, in that damned short as hell, pale green nighty, if you could call it that, her ass exposed to me. Beau had brought her home the scrap of fabric while I was away. She set the cookie tray of biscuits on the counter and jumped when she saw me. She bit her lip and it had become apparent I was looking at her like an animal who would devour her. Those lips of hers parted, her eyes a lure that had urged me to stalk forward with a predator's gait.“You two are the only ones who can sneak up on me ya know,” she said, kicking the oven closed with a bare foot. As she attempted to steel her spine to her undeniable reaction to my
WyattThis is how I ended up growly and perturbed as my eyes scanned around while Lou jumped the dock and tied the boat off. Bri had her hair tucked under the hood of Beau’s oversized hoodie. Attempting to look small. She ducked her head tossing her bag over her shoulder, she even shoved her feet in a pair of Claude’s shoes which were two sizes too big. And looked little more than a teenager, boy or girl an outsider couldn't discern if it was Bri or Claude in those clothes. I searched for over-assessing gazes as Bri hopped expertly to the dock from the boat, she leaned casually against a pylon. We had argued about us both going. She was worried about the boys and so was I but it was safer to do this now before her mother realized she lost her bloodhound in the Bayou. Any meetings would have a very short window of safety before I insisted on a sort of shutdown where we monitored every person and thing just outside our territory and rebuilt the old defenses. Bri just followed me withou
BeauIt had started not fifteen minutes after dumping my bag on my bunk. Well, our bunk, as we shared it with the rotations. Wolves did not like sleeping in the scent of people who didn't belong to their pack. It was just a convenience and a given but when the Bastard Alpha walked by me catching the scent of Bri and recognizing it. I came to attention. The more time we spent with someone the more their scent rubbed off on you and now that things had gotten sexual, and not the random lay I typically explored but one that was frequent and thorough. Not to mention that the way Wyatt and Bri had slept before sex had been enough intimacy to rub her scent off on him on a soul level. The exclusiveness just layered it on thicker. Shit was about to go down.I heard the strong inhale, as his footfall had stopped behind me. “What pretty little thing could have both Bayou Red boys wrapped up in her so tight her scent is ingrained in you?” he asked, bracing a hand on the bunk behind mine, Landry’
WyattI felt like I was walking my Moonbeam across enemy lines as I struggled to refrain from tucking her into me and keeping up the ruse for the humans at least that one of the boys had come with me. The shifters would smell her a mile away once the wind shifted. We climbed up the steps to the trailer office Beau’s scent on his hoodie thankfully hid hers marginally as I rapped on the door. She leaned against the jam of the door still depicting that moody teenage angst. “Careful Ma’ Sha,” I murmured as I felt her agitation leak. She’d be walking in there guns blazing. An eerie glow sparked in her gaze as she glanced up at me from the shadow of that hood. It froze me in place. The door opened and Bri pushed past Conner inside he looked up at me before glancing back at Bri. One look and he turned to the guy inside and said.“We will discuss this later. I have an issue to take up here with Wyatt. The human stood from the seat barely giving Bri a glance before shying away from me on his
WyattBri had taken the middle seat and was tucked into my side, her head on my chest on the long highway home.“So Zoey?” I asked her knowing she was a right shade of tomato as she laughed into my chest.“She, she is my only friend. I mean I have Maggie too but she was also my boss and older. Zoey never asked me to explain, she's like something between human witches and the rest of us, she's how we should be. Wicked smart too and I would have never made it out without her. Gratitude swelled in my chest.“Then I am in her debt but I must say she talks to you like you are more than friends,” I admitted.“Well Zoey swings both ways, but I’ve never entertained the idea, I never thought I’d have the choice.”“And now that you do?”“I'm more than.” she cleared her throat, “Satisfied, with what we have,” she said looking anywhere but at me.“Not the least bit curious?” now that gave me a “what the actual fuck” face from her.“A girl is always curious but not to the point of ever acting on
BriI was so ready for this, that my toes curled into the floorboards as his weight pressed against me. I waited, my breath bated with need, strained with the turmoil of anticipation. His big calloused hands skimmed the soft skin of my body and the ache was a pressure ready to boil over “Anyone tries to interrupt us, They’re getting an eyeful because there’s no way I'm stopping this time,” he growled against my cheek. A hand slipped between the fabric of my panties and I whined and I could feel his smile against my jaw.“I hope you're ready because I'm not holding back Moonbeam,” he swore.“Don’t you dare,” he paused.“Don’t I dare what woman?” he questioned as he spun me and my lusty eyes met his ravenous ones.“Don’t you dare fucking hold back on me Alpha,” I said, with conviction my finger poking his chest. Wyatt grinned menacingly before his hands found my ass and in one sure confident move had it resting on the counter.“You’re a naughty little witch, you know that?”“I've never