Beaux Rêve Coven 01 - Once in a Blue Moon

by Delilah Devlin

  Radha snorted. “Trolls building bridges. How cliché is that?”

  Beyond annoyed with her sisters, Bryn set aside her mallet and walked to the sink. She washed her hands, took off her apron, and headed to the back door.

  “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch,” Radha said.

  Bryn glanced over her shoulder. “And I forgive you. But snarking on Ethan doesn’t accomplish anything. Yes, he’s a troll. I’m fucking a troll. But I’ll tell you this, you should all be so lucky.”

  She let the door slam behind her and stepped farther onto the porch.

  “You don’t have to defend me to your friends.”

  Bryn glanced to her side. Ethan stood there wearing jeans and a faded gray tee. Looking deliciously disheveled with mud on his boots and dirt stains on his clothing. “I know that. But they made me angry.”

  “Because they were talking trash about me?”

  “Because they were disrespecting my choice. It’s not all about you.” She waved a hand toward the kitchen door. “They resent being cooped up. And they’re likely feeling edgy and more than a little horny. So many of you around, and yet they can’t…taste the pie.”

  One side of his mouth curved upward in a sexy crooked grin that made her stomach cramp.

  “They have plenty of choices. Why not choose a partner?”

  “Because they don’t want to be used. Owned. They don’t want to have every decision they make approved by a male. They want to keep their magic for themselves.”

  “Do you feel as though you’ve lost anything…being with me?”

  “I gave it away. To you, last night,” she said softly. “Willingly. And isn’t that the greater risk? To fall into a relationship, into love, and lose your sense of self? We’ve been on our own for five years. What we have, we built.”

  “And you’ve done well. You’ve prospered.” Ethan reached out and took her hand.

  Her fingers tingled, just a tiny spark that she doubted he’d intentionally given her, but every spark was power lost. Didn’t he understand that was what they all feared—giving away their precious light because they couldn’t help themselves?

  Bryn cleared her throat. “Thank your friends for keeping it in their pants.”

  He pursed his mouth. Humor shone in his dark eyes. “I’ll do that.” He stroked his thumb slowly over her palm.

  Another tingle worked its way up her arm. She narrowed her eyes. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

  “Is it working?” he murmured.

  Were her breasts tingling? Did she feel a tug in her groin? Oh, yeah. “It’s been only five hours since we last made love.”

  He arched a brow. “You’ve never called it that before. As I recall, you call it fucking, as in ‘fuck me hard, troll’.”

  Bryn’s jaw dropped. “Is that how I sound to you?”

  “Did I complain?”

  “No, but…it was hardly respectful.”

  “Seeing as you were allowing me to fuck you, I didn’t mind one bit.”

  Bryn lowered her head. “I guess I’m having a bit of trouble wrapping my mind around it all. You being a troll,” she whispered. “Me wanting you so much.”

  He lifted her face with a finger and bent toward her. “You can call me what you like. So long as you continue to want me.”

  But it wasn’t just attraction. Wasn’t merely the call of her witchy libido. She stared into his eyes and realized she’d felt drawn to him, pulled closer and closer by invisible bonds since the start. “I don’t want to think of you as being beneath me. Of me being superior or more important. You’ve proven you’re smart and capable and in control of your base instincts. While I’m…” She was the one who whirled out of control every time he touched her.

  Ethan kissed her. Maybe just to shut her up, but she didn’t care. She bunched his shirt in her fists and pulled him closer. “I can’t get enough of this, of you,” she said, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against his.

  He brought his arms around her and hugged her hard, rocking on his heels, soothing away her riotous thoughts. Standing in the circle of his arms, she felt somehow…complete.

  Her heart slowed, her body relaxed. Sparks flew along her skin as he rubbed her back. She imagined herself spilling into him and released a bit of moonlight. Shared it with him. Happy to do it.

  When she pulled away, she gave a laugh, feeling sheepish over her upwelling emotions. They barely knew each other, and here she was falling in love. But what did he feel?

  Ethan kissed her forehead. “Better now?”

  “I am.”

  “You should stay inside.”

  “I know.” She sighed again. “Why are you here? Is it your turn to circle the porch?”

  “I felt you.”

  She canted her head. “What do you mean?”

  “You were agitated, and I felt it.”

  Her eyes widened. “That’s unusual.”

  “Not when you’re bonded, or so I understand.”

  “I never felt that way with Merrick.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Should have been your first clue.”

  She patted his chest and noted the sudden tension in his muscles. He didn’t like thinking of her with Merrick. “I’m going inside now.”

  He loosened his arms, and she immediately missed feeling him against her. She was beginning to crave the comfort of his broad chest. When she turned away, a slap landed on her bottom. She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a glare, but he grinned that crooked smile that made him seem somehow boyish.

  Stepping inside, she couldn’t hide her silly grin. But she wiped it off her face the moment she glanced at her friends.

  Miren shook her head, but the corners of her mouth twitched. Aoife and Radha rolled their eyes. Darcy wore a bullish scowl.

  “What?” Bryn asked, her tone belligerent.

  “It’s so not fair,” Darcy said, and then smiled sheepishly. “I’d love to want someone so much I couldn’t keep my hands off him.”

  Aoife sighed. “It’s romantic. A witch and a troll. Like a fairytale.”

  “Beauty and Beast,” Miren said, her tone dreamy.

  “He’s no beast,” Bryn muttered. But he was—deep inside where his green-eyed monster lurked. And didn’t they all need a beast on their side?

  Ethan found Renner in the driveway. Several of the men were reparking cars and trucks to minimize the space they took up. Something to do while they waited for danger to arrive.

  Renner had a cell phone against his ear, and the hard look in his eyes had Ethan stiffening.

  “Thanks for the warning,” Renner said and ended his call. “That was Hamdir. His cousin up north works at the council’s airstrip. They’ve chartered a flight. No plan was filed, but Merrick was one of the passengers, along with three of the council members.”

  Ethan nodded. It was no coincidence. “Did he say how many enforcer-types were with him?”

  “Eight. But there’s no telling how many they’re calling in from this region. Guess the fight’s coming to us.”

  “Better inventory our weapons. Set up a perimeter. They’ll be rushing to use the last of the blue moon before its power wanes completely. We have to be ready tonight.”

  Renner nodded. “What are you going to tell the women?”

  Ethan grimaced. “The truth. They have a say in this—whether to fight or surrender.”

  “And Bryn?”

  Ethan recalled the worry haunting her eyes and hated that he was going to have to bring her more bad news. “I’m not letting her go, Renner. She’s mine. We’re bound. And since her bond with Merrick was broken completely last night, he won’t want her back. If he captures her, he’ll kill her. The council will demand her death as well—as an example to all witches.” He curled his fists tightly.

  Renner’s expression grew grim. “Would it be smarter to run?”

  Ethan shook his head. “I’ll ask, but I doubt the women will be willing. They’ve worked
hard to build a life here. They’re not going to give it up without a fight.”

  Ethan left Renner as he gathered the men to tell them what they’d learned. He headed back to the kitchen but found the women in the parlor, peeking behind the curtains at the men outside.

  “So you heard?” he asked as he entered the room.

  Radha dropped the curtain. Her pale face was nearly translucent. As was Aoife’s.

  Bryn walked to his side and laid her hand on his arm. “Are we being selfish, asking you to stand and fight?”

  Ethan cupped his free hand over hers. “If we run, we’ll be hunted for all our days.”

  “Do you think we stand a chance?”

  Her eyes glistened with tears, and he felt a pang in his chest. He’d do anything to keep her safe, even give his life. But her fate had been sealed with the resounding echo the night before. They had no choice except enter the battle. “I don’t know. It depends on the council members. They’ll sanction a battle, but they can set the rules. We have to hope they’ll allow champions to fight.”

  “Our champion would be you?” Her voice wavered.

  He cupped her cheek. “I have the most to gain or lose. And Merrick will demand it.”

  “But he’s a hellhound. How can you win?”

  “Baby, I’m a troll. Have a little faith.” He gave her a crooked smile. “But I could use some magic.”

  “Merrick will have Liliana at his side. She’ll have funneled every bit of energy she can to aid him.”

  “And I have five witches with so much more at stake than just personal gain. Don’t you think your Goddess will have our backs?”

  Bryn’s smile began slowly, and then stretched across her face. She sniffed and tilted her head, a silent plea for a caress, which he gave her. He slid his hand along her cheek and threaded his fingers in her hair. He bent and kissed her soft mouth.

  “Sex magic works well, too,” Darcy said, her tone wry.

  When he shot her a glance, it was to see her eyes alight with mischief. So maybe Darcy wasn’t completely anti-troll.

  She shrugged. “We can do some spellwork, prepare the herbs and the crystals. When night falls, we’ll gather at the oak.”

  An open plain. A place for the Others to move freely. Protecting a structure like a house was confining for demons. Ethan nodded. “Why don’t you let the men know? They’ll prepare the field.” He glanced down at Bryn.

  Her gaze slid sideways. “You’ll have to finish preparing the steaks on your own,” she said to her sisters.

  “I think we can manage,” Radha said. “Go do what you need to do. We’ll batten down the glassware if the house shakes.”

  Bryn’s blush was a deep pink. “She’s exaggerating.”

  He snorted. “Is she?”

  Laughter followed them as they left the room hands clasped. At the stairway, Ethan swept her up into his strong arms.

  “You should be saving your strength.”

  Ethan ignored her. She was as light as a feather. He didn’t break his stride. His breathing remained even. At her door, he shouldered it open, then walked to the bed and dumped her on top of the mattress, where she bounced, giggling.

  Not bothering to remove clothing because he was already too eager, he roughly shoved up her skirt, gratified she’d foregone underwear. Likely to conserve her panties, since he didn’t have patience with lacy bits that only got in his way.

  Her hands were busy too, opening his belt, unbuttoning his pants. When she reached inside to free his cock, he shook his head, trying to clear it of the blinding heat that stole his self-control. “Easy there,” he ground out when she tightened her grip on his shaft.

  But she was pulling now, hard. Opening her legs and bringing him closer, placing his head right at her entrance. Moist heat, lots of it, greeted him. But he was hard and thick, and she really should wait until he’d played with her pussy, prepared her with his fingers, gently stretched her and made her so aroused there’d be no pain.

  When she lifted her hips and forced him inside, he was lost. Just the cap was surrounded by her slick sex, but her eyes, sleepy lids falling to darken her stormy blue to navy, drew him. He thrust inward, gritting his teeth at the snug fit. “You should have let me do this right.”

  “You are, I promise. So right.”

  Not able to withdraw, he ripped apart her shirt and clamped a hand on a naked breast. As he thrust, he played with her nipple, twisting, tugging. Her body tensed beneath him, and he felt the clench of her muscles all around him every time he gave her a tweak. Liquid heat seeped around him, easing his harsh entry.

  He took her mouth, grunting when she bit his tongue. He pumped faster, plunging harder inside her, and leaned to the other side to tease her other breast. He pulled the tip and let it snap back again and again, and then pinched it hard, only satisfied when she growled and groaned and her nails striped his back.

  Her hips were curving, tilting to let him thrust deeper. She bucked and writhed, each movement increasing the friction as the wildness rode them both.

  And then the moment shattered in an explosion of heat and light as their mutual pleasure eclipsed. She spilled moonlight into his body that hardened his muscles, bulking them outward. He pummeled her sweet channel, jagged shards of electric delight delivered inward and sparked from his hand at her breast.

  The strength of their sharing made them both cry out. In the distance, he heard the slamming of the bed frame against the wall and floor, the shudder of the house, the tinkle of the overhead chandelier, but he couldn’t stop. The moment stretched and darkness fell around them.

  When he came back to himself, he jerked, his eyelids slamming open. Fear gripped him. He’d lost himself. Had he harmed her?

  But she was wound around him, arms and legs holding tightly to his frame. Her mouth showered his face with kisses.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she sobbed, drawing him deeper and deeper. They were one, blended in light and electricity, the air sizzling around them, sparking, humming.

  He rolled and brought her over him. Waited as she dragged deep breaths into starved lungs. He stroked her back, her buttocks, nuzzled her cheeks. “Bryn.”

  Everything inside him, every thought coalesced in that one word. She was everything. His heart, his mate, his love. Together, they were more powerful. He felt it with a bone-deep certainty. As he drew away, pushing back her hair and framing her lovely face, he knew he’d never forget this moment. Until he drew his last breath, she was imprinted in his mind.

  “Do you think they noticed?” she asked, a sleepy smile turning up the corners of her mouth like a kitten’s.

  “Sweetheart, I think the heavens heard.”

  Chapter Seven

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  In the last fullness of the blue moon, they gathered in the field around the large oak. Torches burned, struck into the dirt. The women were nude, having gathered their nerve to shed their modesty with so many males in the clearing.

  They’d drawn down the moon and stood with gleaming skin. They were evenly spaced around the oak, each guarded by three men who stood outside the torch-lit circle, facing outward. The witches had gifted each man with a final dance to empower them, if they were called to battle.

  A pearlescent glimmer now lit the men’s naked skin. Something the army gathering at the edges of the clearing couldn’t miss.

  Ethan glanced back at Bryn. Her expression was serene. Trusting. In his strength, in their bond, and the approval of her Goddess. After they’d made love that afternoon, Bryn had said she’d felt approval, a whisper in her ear, the moment before they’d climaxed.

  A blessing from above, he believed. Love had poured from them both, filled them both. They’d shared in each other’s power. When Bryn had glided a fingertip along his cheek, he’d felt a spark. A troll spark.

  Above them, clouds gathered, wisping around the moon but never obscuring it. Distant thunder rumbled, glimmers of light bursting now and then in thick thunderheads. He glanced at Renner. Their god w
as with them, too. Hammer ready. They were all ready, empowered, willing to throw down skin and fur, tridents and lightning. Ethan’s heart thudded loud and strong, the dull tattoo of pending warfare.

  The Others encircled them, closing around the outer circle, dark figures dressed in black, faces darkened with earth and blood. They were armed according to their traditions—swords, tritons, teeth, and fists.

  Ethan’s stony fists would be his only weapons.

  Approaching now, the hellhound let loose a fearful growl, his large paws kicking up clods of dirt. And there beside him, her hand clenched in the fur on his back, was Liliana.

  Ethereal and deadly. Beautiful beyond compare. She glowed, but her aura wasn’t pure, didn’t shine like white pearls. It shimmered, red and cloudy, murky with evil. Her pale silvery eyes glowed like the hellhound’s. They’d bound their futures and their strengths.

  Three tall gaunt men strode beside the pair, skin slightly gray, eyes completely black. Revenants, immortals who sat on the council due to their long memories. One of them lifted a thin hand and pointed a spindly finger, his gaze going beyond Ethan’s shoulder to Bryn. “You have broken with our rules.”

  A shudder rippled through Ethan at the leathery tone of the old one’s voice. He drew a deep breath and fisted his hands tighter at his sides. He didn’t dare look back at Bryn to reassure her, not with the hellhound staring him down.

  “Your rule wasn’t just,” her voice came, the lovely husky texture unbroken by any doubt. “I was bound against my will with Merrick. My Goddess has given me her blessing, allowed me my own choice. My own champion.”

  The revenant canted his head to the side. He peered with his black eyes at Bryn and then at Ethan. His lips thinned, exposing the tips of his white fangs. “You are impudent. Disrespectful of your betters. Only a battle will determine who is blessed.” He shook his finger. “Know this, if your champion fails, you will both die.”