chapter 39

Bri

“Try me,” I said. They looked at each other.

“And don't talk in your heads or I will have to delve where I don’t want to. And Yes I can do that,” I said, meeting Wyatt's eyes. They both breathed out.

“I don't know why I can sense you so strongly besides the fact The Beast has claimed responsibility for you.” Wyatt said. Beau let his hand fall and backed up, shoving his hands in the pockets of those low-slung jeans again. I tore my eyes up to Wyatt ignoring the amount of skin and hard muscle displayed before me, just barely. My fingers flexed, resisting the sudden urge to run my fingers slowly through the dusting of hair across his chest. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. Their eyes followed the movement, the air thick with intensity.

My back was to the counter and I instinctively hopped my butt up on it, giving me a few more inches between us. My knees were drawn together vulnerable in the dress. I didn't know in this instance who was the beacon, the lure. I forced myself