Heart of the Bayou Beasts

did leave a fog behind as the slime of his magic pulled away. Disgust, humiliation, and loathing coursed through me. I pushed

elbow and forearm were on the table, his cheek leaning into his hand, as he looked at Trent; who looked absolutely horrified as he mouthed something to him. Andrew ignored Draven's taunt. Silas pulled me up by the hair at the back of my neck, bringing me toward his chest. The gesture was possessive or was it protective? He leaned forward collectin

m clinking the ice into crystal glasses. The scent of whi

sure. He forced my front over the table pulling my wet hoodie over my head and exposing my back that the black halter top revealed, calloused fingers ran over the white scars there, pausing, was he trying to egg me on? Pushing my boundaries to force more power to the surface? Trying to taunt me into reacting? My magic obeyed me, though it itched with unbridled

me Trent's hesitant voice. "Can you share?" Andrew poked further. "I always knew I had to," Trent replied obediently. "You will never taste her," Andrew added, taking a sip of whiskey. This was further protection for Trent. "I never expected anything from her," he answered simply, almost sounding bored. Silas tilted

eeper. I could only imagine Trent's horror at what this looked like or well what it was. It was his reaction to that kiss that caused this pow-wow. "So Andrew, how did you crack our little wayward angel?" Beckum asked. I could gag right now, stupid pet names. Through bleary vision, Andrew seemed to shrug. "Maybe it's my charming looks, or the fact I'm not three times her age." There was a

up because he was watching the entire thing, like the creeper he is. He watches her you know, just like the pervert he is, probably with his dick in hand." Andrew announced diverting the attention, he was good at that. "Enough Andrew," my mother said sharply. As usual s

ength to sober up with him so close to me. Did I even want to be sober while they argued about the best way to keep me complacent? Nobody cared what Bri wanted. I was just a vessel for the power they craved, wrapped up in a pretty pack

our girl is ready for bed." I felt eyes on me. 'Stay cool, don't react Bri, stay steady,' I pleaded my heart. "Andrew, how about you tuck our little bird into bed?" I heard the sound of chairs moving and another set of hands took me, slighter ones. Andy's cologne engulfed me. I