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
Beau,Learning Bri’s body became an obsession, a pleasure so great I felt I could now die happy, once her revenge was dealt. Her curves had steadily filled in since she had come to us. I was watching her ass cheeks escape the rear of her cut-off shorts while she bent over a tackle box in the boat, on a balmy December morning. After spending five days sufficed with sex, wherever and whenever I had the opportunity to coerce, a willing Bri. I unfortunately had to let her know she was ovulating soon and was met with narrowed eyes. So too cool off for a spell I decided we would scoot around the territory and see if we could catch anything good. Maybe a snook or some snapper closer to the more salty arteries that filtered into our part of the Bayou. I did have a side mission I felt I needed to do as well. If I stayed home with her I'd end up getting us both into trouble, that I was sure of. It was good though, it reminded me we could haved fun doing other things too and had settled someth
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
BriIt was several days later and only a few days before Wyatt returned home when Beau announced with glee that I was no longer at risk of falling pregnant. Thank fuck. We had been lazing around his room reading a particularly filthy novel to each other and laughing at the characters. I was sprawled out on his bed in nothing but panties and a bra, on my belly with ankles crossed and feet up in the air.He came up behind me pushing my legs apart and crawling over me, he kissed up my spine and I tensed a bit as he reached the scars but he steadily continued over them as if they didn't exist, sliding his arms in the gaps between my elbows and my body wrapping them around the top of my chest, pressing his cheek against my head. I folded my arms on the bed in front of me, tilting my head to peer over my shoulder as I lay my head against my arms, his lips brushing my ear which he kissed, causing me to shiver.“Hey,” I said. “Hey,” he parroted.“Have you thought about what we talked about?
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
WyattThe aroma of Bri wafted off Beau like a drug. Her pheromones, her jasmine and bayou scent, the fragrance of her arousal had me swallowing as my mouth watered at the memory of her taste. I let out a breath as I stepped on the boat greeting him. We had the 3 days around the full moon together and then I'd be alone with my love and my dark desires. It both thrilled and terrified me. I studied him fully, appraising him from head to toe. “All been well?” I asked. He grinned smugly, as he revved the engine. “Yeah,” he said, cruisingcruised us out of the dock zone. He seemed more relaxed if possible, settled even. He even moved with a lazy contentment.He shut the boat down halfway home and turned to me but his face drained of swagger as his eyes met mine. A lost sort of bewilderment met me.“She's better than good but I should tell you, she, she can't remember it but they, they hurt her.” he said.“Be clear Beta,” I growled. He let out a long breath, glancing down the channel acro
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
BriHis mouth descended on mine in a frenzy. I was lifted and spun, my back slamming into the post hard. My feet no longer touching the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist, his hands desperately roving as mine tangled into his sandy brown hair.The world and time passed but there was only the feel and taste of him, his devotion and primal need, poured like smoke and liquid fire into my veins. Something that would leave ash and embers behind. Moving forward with him would change me irrevocably, I thirsted for its punishment, its unending embrace. I knew in the depths of my being that walking away from him would be my greatest regret. Not that my love for Beau was any less than my love for Wyatt. There was just something bright and unyielding there, straining between us, and if I ever found it, succumbed to it, I would yank Beau right up into that light with me. It was a fear of mine yielding to that, claiming them. Though, They were mine, in my heart at least, that would have to