All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Rougarou Rising 2: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

TrentI had expected Zoey to run away, instead, she stayed. That was my first lesson on the feminine sex, they defied sense, and that intrigued me. I had respected her before but despite the night's events, she hadn’t even brought it up. It wasn’t something I intended to do again. I had a new appreciation for Brianna’s little human pet. She was standoffish, yes, but she had shrugged into her clothes unbothered the morning after. It was just as Andy said, a night to explore things, uncharted. I didn’t know if I ever wanted to repeat them. However, I’d stand up for her where it mattered because, well, she mattered to Bri; the woman changing the lives of so many witches, casting out the stains of our existence, and Zoey was worth it. I felt it somewhere deep in my bones. I may be a witch who appeared to have little merit, but my gifts were strange and rare. I had learned to listen to my gut; that's what had brought me to Andy all those years ago. We were both lost souls then, but in this

BriWe made our way at dusk in the boat into the swampy depths of the Bayou. My skin itched for the shift. Beau rubbed his hands up and down my arms, attempting to quell the sensations. Claude, I noticed, was dealing with a similar affliction. He shook his head every once and a while, trying to ease the animal trying to emerge. I’d been warned of this feeling, I could feel her in my chest and extremities, yearning to stretch her limbs. Her fur rippled under my skin. Soon, Luna, soon, you can run under the moonlight again, I assured myself, eager for the wild freedom of the wolf. The name was just the wolf’s birthright, born into the role the same night as she took her first breath. The day she emerged, we became Luna. What I was feeling now was so much more than that day. I wanted the animal to burst free of me. Something churned deeper within myself, all the more eager to break free, I wanted to know what that was. Experience all the new parts of me that would emerge.We were on an i

WyattHer eyes bore an apology. One moment, her mouth moved, I’m sorry, and the next thing I knew, the water was closing over her head. My greatest fear had been realized before my eyes. I barely registered the yips of the boys and Beau’s mournful wail cutting through the night. He alone had been here before. Our Luna had brought the entire pack here for what? So she could disappear again, into those depths. I couldn’t accept that, not on my fucking watch! The Beast rushed forward, the wolf already pushing forward for control in my mind, eager to save our mate from herself. I knew exactly what he was going to do, but he was thinking as an animal, not as a man. I had to do the one thing I swore I’d never do if we were going to have a chance at bringing Bri back with her soul intact, I had to merge with The Beast I was just learning to accept.For Bri, anything was worth it. I pushed forward my conscious mind, piercing through the veil separating me from the monster who shared my body.

BriWe fucked hard then we slept the day away. For the next two days, I had been put through the wringer of learning how to control every part of my shift. They worried over my control, over the new instincts that had been born within me, however, I’d battled with my magic for so long, I welcomed the new gifts and parts of my consciousness that now came as second nature. Unlike how Wyatt had lived apart from his beast for so long, mine settled wholly within me from the start. This new creature I was much like the wolf molded into being, as if she had always belonged there.The control of the shift was the tricky part, but once I had mastered each individual claw; which took an entier afternoon the rest came easy; my alter ego, Luna, triumphed in mischief. Waking the boys in the wee hours of the early morning, with Boo as her exuberant sidekick, we pounced them in their slumber just so we could spend every last moment we had with them before we had to go. As the wolf, my past melted a

BriBeau had always been a sweet, generous lover. Kinky for sure, but I didn’t know what to do with the man who grinned back at me menacingly and began delving into every single thing he had learned about my body, and then some. My legs tightened around him as he sucked on my earlobe. I desperately yearned for the friction he inevitably intended to deny me. His hands skimmed a course over my hips, up to the sensitive expanse of my ribs, simultaneously. I couldn’t swallow the straggled plea that escaped my throat, both of his hands gripped my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples, while his mouth trailed down my throat, his hot breath searing into me before his teeth grazed my collarbone. My body jerked as he bit down. A sensual wave of pain caused my back to arch into him. His bare muscled chest met mine, and I could feel his member throb through his jeans, against my leg. My body yearned for more; to be filled with him, to run my fingers through his shoulder-length hair. Gaia