Once in a Blue Moon: Beaux Rêve Coven, Book 1 Read Online Free

right thing and whether the need inside her to procreate had less to do with ensuring the future of her coven and more with her desire for this particular man. Something that suddenly struck her as significant. Why him? Why now?
    A shiver slithered down her back. Why indeed?
    “What’s keeping you?” Radha stood in the doorway, her gaze going to the counter and the cinnamon bottle, and then rising to Bryn. “You needed more?” Her lips twitched.
    “The recipe called for more than I’d used,” she said evenly.
    Radha smiled. “Then you won’t need the charm bag I slipped under his chair?”
    A smile tugged at Bryn’s mouth. “You did that for me?”
    “You’re the eldest. It’s only right you lead us.”
    “Into temptation?”
    Radha arched a fine brown brow. “Bryn, it’s just a pie.”
    Both women were smiling widely when they reentered the dining room.
    Ethan kept watch from his bedroom window as night deepened. Witches couldn’t resist the lure of a blue moon. If there were Others about, they’d be meeting them to dance in the silvery moonlight. All he had to do was wait and follow the women to whatever oak they’d chosen for their ceremony.
    A soft knock sounded on his door. A moment later, Renner slipped inside.
    “The women certainly seemed frisky at dinner.”
    “Frisky?”
    “All those love spells. I nearly choked on cinnamon.”
    “My pie was spiced just right. I can still taste it.”
    Renner studied his expression. “Looks very promising given they were casting for you.”
    Ethan arched a brow. “Feeling left out?”
    “Not at all. Red and the blonde were both fanning their eyes at me. I won’t be lonely.”
    “They think we’re humans,” Ethan said softly.
    “Awfully convenient, isn’t it?” Renner smiled. “If we confirm they’re without protection, we’ll be here, close enough to lay claim. Capture them before they know it.”
    Ethan fisted his hands. Already, he could imagine lovely Bryn in his arms. Pinned beneath him the moment he skimmed his hands over her curves. He’d catch her wrists and spread her with nudges of his thighs. When he pushed inside, she’d know. She’d feel the tingle of the charge he’d emit at first thrust even before he said the words that would bind them together.
    A distant sound, the squeak of hinges, alerted him that Bryn was on the move. He parted his curtain and peered into the moonlit night.
    She wore a long robe and her dark hair was covered with a hood, but he knew it was her from the straight set of her shoulders and the easy, graceful sway of her hips.
    “Let’s not lose her,” Renner said behind him.
    Suddenly, he wished his friend wasn’t here. A sea-draugr had advantages a troll did not. Renner could shift into a cat or wisping fog. He could play among the dancing witches and never be detected, while Ethan was firmly rooted to the Earth. He’d have to watch from afar.
    The men moved quickly through the house, slipped out of the front door and ran to the forest’s edge. There, his troll’s heightened sense of smell picked up Bryn’s floral scent. They moved more slowly, careful to stay closer to the trees where fallen moss would soften their steps.
    At last, they reached a clearing and both went down on their bellies, crawling closer to watch as torches were lit around a large live oak and the women gathered just inside the bright circle. The sounds of insects buzzing, crickets chirping and frogs ribbeting grew still. Now, a faint hum was the only sound in the air. The clearing was enchanted.
    The witches discarded their robes, and Ethan eagerly sought Bryn’s nude figure. So slender, so ethereal. Breasts large enough to fill his hands and with rosy nipples. Her black thatch was trimmed neatly, a narrow line from mons to slit. She walked to the oak and knocked three times against the bark.
    “Waken, spirit of the oak.
    Stand guard while we revel.
    Defend our secrets from evil.”
    The torch flames flared out then whooshed