WyattEverything in me zeroed in on her like my last meal, as her fingers pulled the zipper and I gripped her hair tighter.“Careful ma sha, or I'll be tricked into thinking about all the sinful things we could do. Our eyes met as Beau slammed back up into her. She gasped, taking the punishing thrusts still moving with him.“If you want it, you're going to have to suck it, that is if you want my beta to keep filling you, our beautiful thirsty girl?” I offered.“Yes,” her voice was a murmur at the end of a whimper.“Have you sucked his cock yet?” I asked my own voice gravelly. This was a very bad idea, I didn't like giving women that kind of control. Their teeth around my manhood just didn't sit right. But Bri, if she wanted it she could have it.“No,” she answered between pants. “So you're giving me the first?” I asked, presenting my very thick cock to her from my jeans so there was no mistaking what she was getting herself into.“Or would you rather I fuck you while you blow my Bet
BriWhen they woke to the sound of an alarm. We found ourselves tangled together. Groaning they disentangled themselves from me collecting their clothes and though they attempted to not disturb me. I found myself snatching a pillow to cuddle and my face screwed into a displeased pout. It had gotten chilly overnight and the cold damp air seeped into me. Wyatt leaned over and nuzzled his bearded face into my neck before kissing just under my ear and I whimpered. He chuckled, brushing my hair from my face. “I'll make it up to you when I get back,” he promised as I heard his footsteps trail out of the room. I heard Beau rustling around the room collecting his things as I pulled the blankets tighter around me and burrowed into them. His body weight sunk onto the bed and I squinted my eyes open. His features were soft in the growing light of the rising dawn that cascaded over his features.“Sugar, you gonna be ok with me gone? With Wyatt and…” he asked trailing off. I scowled at him.“Stop
WyattShe rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. She wasn't used to being cared for yet. I’d make sure she knew what that felt like before she left us. I cleared my throat.“Boys told me you didn't take a plate and don't forget Moonbeam, I can smell your tears,” I said, turning her face to mine. Her lashes blinked and she swallowed hard before sad green eyes met mine.“Eat Ma Sha, then ya can tell me what this is all about,” I said, scooping up some egg and putting it in her mouth. She let out an irritable breath, before wrapping her pouty lips around the morsel in compliance, when I pulled away she scooped up more but offered it to me. I chuckled and dove in for it.We fed each other in companionable silence, Boo scourging for any morsels that fell from our forks.“So, out with it,” I said after the plate was scraped clean and set aside Boo having decided she'd have more luck begging off the boys had wandered back inside. I pulled her into my arms, kissing the side of her head. She snugg
I returned in silence setting up the tea and coffee while the men stood leaning against opposite walls near the hall, arms folded across their chests as they spoke gruffly about locations. I set a cup of lemon, honey, and ginger-flavored tea in front of Mela and handed Wyatt two cups of coffee. I sat at the table with the Alpha's mate blowing on my own.“So,” I said quietly. “Seems that all Alpha’s have poor skills for introductions. I’m Bri, I'm sorta new here.” Mela bit her lip, a soft smile querking on her lips, and went to raise the cup to her lips before Landry paused her hand and took a whiff before glancing up at me with assessing eyes and returned to Wyatt who was glaring at him. To him, it was an insult but the man had his reasons. “Protective much,” I mumbled quietly.“You have no idea,” she murmured, amusement crossing her features. I could faintly see the scars beneath the curtain of hair, the visible side of her face was naturally beautiful light brown skin, probably in
Wyatt We walked back into the house only to hear giggles and laughter trailing down the hall.“Steady him Alpha," her voice warned.“Why,” I asked.‘His wife has asked me to help her be “brave”, I can not deny this woman that.’ she insisted. I placed a palm on Landry's chest. “Dont fuck it up with your woman, old man,” I warned.“What?” he asked.“Yours has asked mine to help her be brave, just prepare yourself and understand that Bri can't help but inspire.”We walked into Bri and Mela chatting animatedly as Bri was weaving Mela’s hair away from her scared face and into intricate braids. Mela looked like a Viking queen. Stepping aside I caught Landry's expression, grief tangled his features. Ten years the woman stayed and he was still a mess over it. His eyes softened. Bri never skipped a beat as she whispered something in Mela’s ear that had her laughing out loud. The satisfied swell in my Moonbeam’s chest resonated in mine as pride.Meeting Mela could have ended it all, drove her
BriThe men took us into the deep swamp leaving Landry's boat at our dock and using our more nimble skiff to navigate the deep swamp’s terrain I strained, reaching my magic out farther, into land that wasn't ours. I was more limited here. It felt foreign but I could sense them.When my moonlight began to materialize as darkness fell, our neighbors became silent. I sent the light ahead letting it split off into smaller orbs dimming them, and pulling that light within myself as we came closer. I raised a hand, putting my other to my lips. Wyatt cut the engine and the men grabbed the polls. I pulled in more light. I drew my finger across my neck, as a sign to stop."There's three sets of boats scattered,” I pointed west, north, and east. I dimmed the light to that of fireflies splitting them up more. “You two, one go east and the other north, follow the light.” “What about the west?”“The boys are northeast of here,” I pointed. He swore quietly under his breath. “Why can't I sense the
BriThere was something off about the boat coming. The Dark Oungan, I realized.“Whatever happens Mela, stay behind me, I don't think I need to tell you this, but remember I'm the good guy, no matter what game I'm forced to play to ensure we both including the pup survive, I'm not taking chances and that may mean I have to play a part or become something darker then what is coming.” Her eyes found mine in the darkness letting her see the last bit of glow before I pushed the magic down, letting the darkness swallow the light. I could taste her anxiety and apprehension with my own. The water sloshed from a soft wake alerting me.“Wyatt?” I asked, risking my senses to stretch.“Yes.”“Did you find them?”“Yes, Ma sha.”“Make it quick.” “Bri?”“Protect our boys first, I've got this, but come quick.” Then I blocked him and the effort of bracing against him barreling against that barrier I had created between us, caused me to elicit a stifled whine. Mela gripped my hand as I bit my lip
MelaI have lived on the edge of the supernatural world my entire life. I was raised in a small secluded houseboat community composed of descendants of Chitimacha Indians and Arcadian settlers. My husband's people, Wyatt's people, and my own have coincided with each other for centuries. Somewhere along the way, the gift of the Rougarou passed into Landry’s people's lines.I knew what Landry was when we were young. I knew what he would become, and yet I let myself fall for him, hope with him. Dream we were something deeper than we were. I never stopped loving him, nor did he ever fail to love me in return. Even after.Since we were children we had been drawn to each other. We had been so sure once he marked me, his beast would accept me and we would change the world. Now he looked at me with guilt and disdain. Guilt for scaring me, for nearly killing his love and disdain for himself and his beast.I have seen many unexplainable things in my lifetime. Nothing could have prepared me for