Those In The Forest

Part 48: Iris

Reagan was in the front on the passenger side talking with Bryce, or rather listening; Bryce had been talking this entire trip.

          The witch's shop is about forty minutes away from the trail. I thought it would be too far for Bryce to take us, but she seemed happy to do it. She was happy to do it for Reagan.

          She's been going on, and on about some new girl she's been talking to and all of the new stuff they've been doing in the bedroom. A lot of it, none of us knew what the hell she was talking about, and when we asked Reagan through the bond, she said she would tell us later.

          What intrigued me the most was when Bryce brought up something called breathplay. I have no idea what that is, but I felt my clit throb with anticipation. Strange. I can't wait to hear about all of these things later.

          I wonder if they are things Reagan will want to try.

          Ivy was next to me, while Rose and Hazel were in the row behind us. I couldn't help but gaze around the car. It was absolutely massive, yet Byrce seemed to be able to maneuver it well.

          I don't like being in the car. I didn't like it when Reagan was the one driving, and I don't like it now. Seeing how fast these large things are going, there's bound to be an accident, right?! Fucking scary.

          "What's been going on with you? You seem happier, lighter." Bryce said, smirking. She looked at us through the little mirror on the front window and smiled. "Would those four beauties have anything to do with it?" she said in a high-pitched voice before pulling her attention back to the road.

           I chuckled. "I don't know, Reagan, is it because of these beauties back here?" I teased through the bond.

         Hazel, Rose, and Ivy laughed along with me.

          Our little human shifted in the front seat, clearing her throat. "Keep going, and I will grab the wheel and kill us all." Reagan all but snarled through the bond

          Ivy huffed. "Dramatic."

         "They've had some to do with it. I won't go as far as to say they are the entire reason, though," she answered Byrce and turned to look at us. I expected to see a frown, but she had a small smile on her face.

We smiled back.

          Byrce removed one of her hands from the wheel and grabbed Reagans, squeezing it. I couldn't focus on anything but her hand on our mates.

          She is a friend. I know that, but the more and more friendly she keeps getting with Reagan, the more she seems like an enemy. An enemy I will maul to death if she is attempting to fuck my mate.

         "You kill her, I won't fuck you until your next rut, and then when you're all good and hard for me, I will cut it off." Reagan grits through the bond.

          We couldn't do anything but freeze in place. Being able to feel my mate's emotions is both a blessing and a curse. If our emotions are too strong, specific ideas or words can slip through the bond without our consent.

          Byrce hummed. "I've missed you. Things have been very boring without my friend."

          Reagan scoffed. "I doubt that. Besides, you seem to have made a new one, a very intimate and loving one." Reagan bit her bottom lip and caressed her thumb over Bryce's hand. "I've missed you too, though."

           "Out of curiosity, why did you have me pick you up at a walking trial?" Byrce said, taking her hand back so she could make a turn.

          Reagan froze.