Bri
A few hours later I ducked into the backroom of the coffee shop where I worked. I didn’t need to work there, I had enough deposited into accounts to keep myself stable for years, but my mother and the group couldn’t say no as things had to appear normal. To be honest it was the most normal thing in my existence. The feel and vibe of the place kept my magic subdued and the pot was an added perk. It was for my sanity. Maggie, my boss, sat in a chic fringe chair, with her legs propped up on her messy desk, pulling a joint from her lips she smiled holding in the smoke, and held it out in offering. I walked across the room and took it gratefully. One inhale and it felt like melding closer to earth which I craved. Passing it back I held in the smoke until my lungs burned, letting it out a haggard cough escaped me that nearly choked me. “What's with you today?” She eyed me. I had taken that hit rather aggressively I supposed. I perched on her desk. I still kept my eyes cast down but I shrugged and met her hazel orbs with the briefest of acknowledgment before sighing heavily. “My arch-nemesis kissed me.” I blurted. “You win,” She announced, handing the joint back to me and standing, to head for the cafe kitchen. It was almost time for the music to start.I was starting to feel my body relax from just being in this space, and as my energy began to settle I pulled out the burner phone. If I wasn’t with Zoey or Maggie I wasn’t safe with my powers anymore. They always had this healing, calming, radiating energy that reminded me of my father. They were family, they didn’t expect anything from me, just enjoyed my presence and allowed me to exist with them and I was grateful for that. Soon, I would be missing them terribly. I flipped the phone open and typed S.O.S. I took another puff and exhaled before the phone vibrated with a reply back W.T.F. My fingers moved across the keypad, double and triple punching numbers as needed on the outdated device E.T.A. hell-storm <10-31. Another puff,‘boy this isn’t the normal stuff,’ I thought, feeling the hum of the high seeping into me. The phone vibrated wildly in my hand, the sensation doing wondrous things to my nerve endings. “Z?” I asked. Her distorted voice came across like a chipmunk and I smiled. “Si (yes)” she responded. “The snakes have pushed the mouse hunt forward, muy rápidamente (very quickly), don't forget what's important. très bien? (very good?).” I let her know in code. “Mon amour n'importe quoi pour toi (my love anything for you,)” she responded. “Cuidate, (take care of yourself).” I said, ending the call. We jumbled the languages to scramble up our conversations for any listening program that may be bugged into the place. If they were there then they wouldn’t flag the conversation as it wouldn’t make sense. I was paranoid, for obvious reasons, though Zoey didn’t know the particulars, she was a human witch, so secrets I, unfortunately, had to keep to myself. She accepted the challenge, I didn’t deserve her or Maggie’s unconditional love, yet they gave it freely. A tear rolled down my cheek as I took another puff. Maggie opened the door and leaned on the door frame.“That bad? Some girls like their enemies a little too much, not your type?” I cringed. “Ok then let's make this better, we have coffee and pastries to serve!” She announced. Maggie waved a cup in the air, no doubt full of delicious coffee, caramel, and creamy goodness. I smiled, grabbing my apron and wiping the tears with the back of my hand before putting the joint out and taking the coffee from her as I walked out. Maggie clapped her hands. I held my coffee high as we shouted on our way out, “Laissez les bons temps rouler, (let’s get this party started)” several times until the gathered crowd took up the chant and I melted into the fray of jazz music and buzzing energy with a beaming smile on my face. I’d wait to tell Maggie I was leaving until the end of my shift. I was selfish and needed the hustle and bustle. The smell of coffee and the sound of organic milk frothing up. The scent of cocoa and sensations of harmony that filtered through the place had offered a small respite in my world of strife, I was starved for it. I swayed my hips as I carried my trays to the beat of the music. Dancing with some of the patrons as I moved through my duties, I sang along with an acoustic guitar to a song I’d never heard. This was as close to being natural as I got. My hoodie was tied around my waist. My dark caramel tresses down, hiding the scars, skin free to the air. The people congregating here wouldn’t touch me against my will, they were not my enemy, and my magic vibrated with them. They were Zoey and Maggie’s people and I would let myself feel this until I couldn’t. This Harmony, this release, it strummed deep inside my soul, it soothed the fire that begged to burn from within me.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