Betrayal of the Bayou: The Wolves Betrayal

IV

Bea's Point of View 

I arrive back at the house, Uncle Wyatt and I live in and walk straight to the front door. 

"Lia, Wyatt, I'm home!!" I go in and walk into the kitchen to get some water. 

When I step into the kitchen, I get slapped in the face with the smell of sweaty s*x mixed with Lia and Wyatt... I grab a water bottle from the fridge and lean against the counter, processing what has clearly happened here earlier today. My best friend and my uncle have done the dirty. My uncle and my best friend, huh. Their conversations had always been flirty. I guess it was bound to happen at some point. Both of them lost their mates during the battle. Honestly, I'm shocked the idea of them together doesn't bother me. Two of my favorite people as a couple, oh yeah, I'm gonna give them s**t. I finally leave my thoughts and come back to reality; that's when I notice the crack on the granite counter. Oh yeah, I'm gonna give them s**t for this. 

"Bea in my room," I heard Wyatt yell. I walked towards his room with a big mischievous grin. 

"Are you decent, Uncle Wy?" I said sarcastically.

"Since when have you ever cared before barging into my room, my dear niece?" he responded in a snarky way. 

I laugh a little walking into the room; he has a towel around his hips and one drying his hair. I jumped in his bed and sat criss-cross applesauce like a little girl. 

"So Wy, have you seen Lia today? She was supposed to stay over tonight?" 

"Yeah, I ran into her in the kitchen. She seemed pretty out of it, so I think she went to bed early," Wyatt responded in his normal serious tone. Oh yeah, I bet she seemed out of it. 

"Yeah, Bry, the Guy f*****g dumped her today. Can you believe she walked in on him with three pack groupies? And then had the audacity to dump her while still f*****g them? I swear I'm going to rip his d**k off the next time I see him and shove it in his ass," I felt my blood boil just thinking about the douche that I almost missed Wyatt clench his fists. 

"Alright, I'm going to head to bed, see you in the morning for breakfast before training" I stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. Once I opened the door, I turned around.

"Hey, by any chance, do you know what the f**k happened to the kitchen counter?" I ask him while taking a sip from my water bottle. 

"There you go, Bea, all caught up with Wes that you haven't noticed the crack that's been there for years," he tells me with a playful smirk.

"Yeah yeah sure," I tell him, closing his door. I decide to walk towards one of the guest bedrooms to check on Lia. Sure enough, she is sound asleep. I go to my room to get ready for bed; it's been a heck of a day. 

****

I couldn't sleep, it was around 3 am when I felt Nyx stir inside of me suddenly feeling Ronan near. What was Wes doing here at this time? I got up from the bed, pulled my robe on that was lying on the chair, and walked out of my room towards the front door.

I opened the door, and there he was barefoot in only sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

"f**k darlin' I need you; I couldn't sleep." He said, coming towards me and pulling me into a deep kiss.

His hands slid down my body, bending down he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he walked to my room. Once inside, he shut the door closed and laid me back on my feet, caressing my exposed skin.

His touch was electric, bringing every nerve in my body back to life. As his lips ran down to my neck, his tongue swirled and caressed my skin. I moaned at the feeling, his hands doing quick work to slide my robe off of my shoulder and pulling my nightgown up my body. With the clothing articles falling to the floor, he pressed his covered rock hard chest against mine. My hands pushed down his sweatpants, then pulled his sweater off. There was nothing left separating us now. He turned me around to face the door. My hands came up against the door when I felt him move my hair to one side and lick his mate mark before leaving open mouth kisses against it. 

"You're mine." He growled at me.

In one motion, he turned me around, and my feet were off the ground, my legs were wrapped around his waist as he held me up in his arms. The cold touch of his calloused hands ran up the back of my thighs, and I tangled my fingers into his hair to hold his head closer to mine. He let out a growl before recapturing my mouth in his.

Our lips never parted as he carried me down the hallway to my bedroom. Kicking the door open, he laid me back against the bed, sliding himself up between my legs. My lips moved down lower to his neck, and he let out a groan under his breath.

Everything felt so f*****g intoxicating. His touch. His hot mouth ravishing body. His warm breath was making the hair on the back of my neck stand. He pulled away to look at me. All of me. He'd seen all my body before countless times and yet he still looked at me as if this was the first time. My blushing brought a smirk to his face, and he pressed against me once more, running his tongue down from my neck to my chest. He popped one of my n*****s into his mouth, his tongue slowly stroking it while he rolled the other one between his fingers expertly.

I arched my back into him, moaning at the sensation. He switched between them before I felt like I was ready to explode.

"Wes," I begged. "I need you."

"Moon Goddess, I could hear you say that all day." He replied, adjusting himself between my legs.

I could feel his c**k pressing against me. I pulled his face down to mine, kissing him desperately, sliding my tongue along his bottom lip. He smirked, biting it playfully before he started to thrust and just like that playtime was over. Small moans escaped my throat, and I arched my back to take all of him in.

I felt the hard muscles of his arms snake around me, holding me tightly, surely I would have bruises later, but right now I could care less. His strokes got harsher. His skin glowed as sweat dripped down his body. I bit my lip, admiring the view of his muscles rippling like the animal he was, hard at work.

His mouth was on mine again, kissing me in heated fervor. I pushed him over onto his back and climbed over him. Arching my body into his, my breasts pressed against the strong muscular planes of his chest, as I started to rock against him. I moved slowly at first provocatively, but feeling the thick member inside me throbbing with a need for release, I quickened my pace. His thrusts met mine, and we moved together perfectly, his c**k pulsing as friction brought us both closer and closer over the edge. His hands slid over the mounds of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart as he delved deep inside of me with each thrust upwards.

"f**k!" I screamed out against his lips as ripples of ecstasy flooded through me.

Throwing my head back, I felt his beard against the exposed skin of my neck as his swollen lips pressed and sucked against it prolonging my orgasm. His large hand cupped my breast, massaging it as his fingers squeezed my tender n****e between them.

He quickly threw me off, turning me around my face to the pillow and my ass in the air before kneeling behind me, wasting no time he shoved himself back in. With one hand holding my hip tightly, the other ran up the curve of my back and into my hair, holding it tightly and pulling to make me arch my back. I screamed at the mix of pain and pleasure, gripping the sheets as tightly as I could to hold myself up.

"Tell me you're mine." He ordered, his fingertips digging into me. "Say it."

"f**k you," I growled out.

Wes pulled my hair harder at the way I replied to him.

"Oh, f**k, Moon Goddess!" I moaned. "I'm yours. I'm f*****g yours, Wes!"

He smirked, and quickened his pace again, pounding into me harder and faster. His breathing began to shorten as his thrusts became more urgent. I could feel his d**k throbbing inside of me, and from the angle he was hitting, I was getting closer and closer to another climax.

He pulled me up by my hair again, pressing my back against him as his hand wrapped around my throat and pulled my head to the side. His tongue parted my lips in search of mine, but I lost focus when he hit the right spot. I closed my eyes, practically screaming as I came. He let out a guttural growl as my muscles squeezed him, and with a few more thrusts, he shuddered as he released.

I collapsed forward on the bed, and he laid over me, the two of us struggling to catch our breath as we relished in the euphoria of that glorious f*****g.

After a minute, he rolled off to lay beside me, and I turned my head to face him. A satisfied smile played on both our lips. 

"I love you darlin'," Wes said. The moment had died, and I felt the heaviness in my chest once again. 

"Wes..." I sighed, looking away and getting up from the bed. 

"We can't keep doing this darlin' I need you in my life again baby, we need to move past this." He said, sitting up on the bed watching me pick up my nightgown from the floor. 

"I know, but I'm just not there yet." I told him, pulling my nightgown on, "but I'm just not there yet, Wes." I continued while walking towards the side of the bed he was on.

"Thank you for this, I know we both really needed it, but I think you should go home now, it's almost sunrise, and we've got training tomorrow morning." I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. 

Wes held me by the hips bringing me closer to him, and he slid his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled back, sighing sadly. "Alright, darlin' just think about what I said. I need you, Bea, not just your body, I need you back by my side." He placed one final kiss on my forehead before getting up from the bed. I stayed in place and watched as he pulled his sweatpants up. Once dressed, he opened the door, before walking out, he looked back at me.

"I love you, Bea." 

"I love you too, Wes," I told him honestly for the first time in a while. He gave me a small smile before walking out and closing the door behind him. 

Moon Goddess, do I love him, but I also feel this anger seep through my pores every time I think about my parents. What was I going to do? Could I ever forgive him? I think I have in the four years that have passed but not enough to go back to how we were. The fact that he has barely changed since then doesn't help matters. But Nyx longed for Ronan as much as I longed for Wes even though I would never admit that to his face. Just another reason why I can't seem to change into my wolf form, I suppose. Nyx and I have been misaligned since the battle, and to matters worse, everything with Wes has not helped get us back in sync. I sighed deeply and rubbed my face with one hand; that's when I noticed a few tears had escaped my eyes. Rubbing my eyes, I decided it was better if I just go to sleep.