IsobelleIt was a strange feeling, waking up in a tangle of limbs and not knowing whose arms and legs belonged to whom. Mine could be determined by the lack of leg hair, not that I could feel them after last night's antics.“I'm going to run a bath,” Alex muttered hoarsely.He rolled himself into a sitting position, then stretched his arms above his head with a yawn.A long soak sounded wonderful right now. I was sticky in places where I ought not to be, and I felt as if I'd been kicked in the twat by a donkey."Thanks," I croaked, my speech sounding groggy.Lucas stirred, making a soft humming noise as he pulled me against him like a teddy bear. Grayson woke soon after and followed Alex out of the room. A moment or two later, the hissing sound of the kettle boiling was like music to my ears. I needed to get up and pee, but the Mason and Lucas sandwich was preventing me from moving. So, I stroked my finger along the length of Mason's nose, intending to wake him. His fair lashes were l
Isobelle"It's where we make our mating bite," Grayson explained. He saw the whites of my eyes and continued. "It'll hurt for a couple of seconds, but after that, you'll feel nothing but pleasure. A mating mark symbolizes that you're our mate.""Like a wedding band?" I asked, wondering if it was similar."Sure," Alex answered. "But mating is a 'till death do us part' kind of deal. There is no backing out once we've committed."I liked the sound of that."So, you'll be mine forever?" I clarified. "You'll never look at another woman?"Four offended scowls glared back at me. "You're the one!" Mason reassured me. "There is no other woman for us. We belong to you and only you."That was all I needed to hear. In the past, men had always made me feel inadequate. I had caught them, side-eyeing women, as we walked down the street. The fact that the Bennett brothers were pledging themselves to me meant everything. It was all that a girl could hope for.“Well, why don’t you all write your names
IsobelleThe day dragged by at a snail's pace. There was nothing at all to do inside the cabin besides watch television. I had used all my mobile data playing Candy Crush. It bored me to death, having nothing left to occupy me.As soon as I stepped foot on the porch, the hot rays of the sun licked my skin. It was a good thing I packed plenty of sunscreen, not wanting to get sunstroke. With the warm scent of forest pine filling my lungs, I took a slow stroll around the cabin and found my men taking advantage of the glorious weather.Mason was sitting cross-legged on the grass with an acoustic guitar on his lap. I watched as he replaced a broken string and began to fine-tune it. My eyes drifted a little farther and saw Alex and Grayson practicing martial arts. Both were shirtless, their taut muscles dappled red and glistening with sweat from getting too hot. One brother was missing. I looked around but couldn’t see Lucas anywhere.Where could he be?I could hear noises coming from the s
IsobelleThe dilemma of what I should wear ate up most of my hour. Should I dress nicely or casually? We weren’t going anywhere. We were staying in. But as this was a special occasion, it was only fair that I made an effort. At least I packed the perfect outfit — a little black dress in case someone invited me to dinner. Not that I would be wearing it for long. I picked out some sexy black underwear to entice him to bed.I applied light makeup and sprayed on a little perfume. Mason knocked on the bedroom door and my nerves tumbled about all over the place."Come in," I called out.Mason stepped into the room and paused in the doorway. "Wow," he breathed, seeming mesmerized. "You look incredible."I looked away and uttered a bashful, "Thanks."There was an awkward pause until Mason spoke, "I have a surprise for you in the kitchen. Why don't you wait in the lounge while I get the bedroom ready?" His voice burst with excitement as if he couldn't wait for me to see what he was planning.I
GraysonAfter a long and eventful evening, all I wanted to do was to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. My brothers and I were in our wolf forms, patrolling the forest for any sign of hunters. We discovered the injured wolf three miles away from Whitevale. The eighteen-year-old scout was on his way home when he got caught in a trap. He was lucky we found him when we did. Rogue wolves were about to close in on him. We held them off until help arrived. Our Alpha and a team of pack soldiers helped us to fight them off and took our wounded comrade to safety."Is it me, or does Alpha Alec seem crankier than usual?" Lucas mentioned as we hurried home.Our Alpha was as deadly on two legs as he was on four. The guy fought like a berserker, obliterating anything who was dumb enough to stand in his way. Rumors of his fragile state of mind had been gossip for decades. If I had to sum him up in a nutshell, he was the shifter version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Fortunately for us, our thoughts w
IsobelleAfter an intense goodbye with Alex, Lucas, and Mason, I waved to them from the porch as they shifted and disappeared into the forest.I hadn't told my parents about my new living arrangement. Not that I could keep this a secret forever. I tried to pluck up the courage, only to chicken out at the last minute. They would never understand this. The timing would never be right. I knew that. It would have to be done sooner rather than later though, because they were expecting me to return home in three months. The closer it came to the deadline, the harder it would be to explain things. I planned to rip off the Band-Aid after I mated with Alex, Lucas, and Grayson. This was special, and I didn't want a fallout with my parents to cast a dark cloud over it."Grayson?" I called out, wondering where he had gone.He was busy preparing a bath and heard me calling to him."In here," he answered, sounding a little nervous. I peeked around the doorframe and saw him hide something behind his
IsobelleI almost came hearing those dirty words."I want your tongue, Daddy. Please, make me come."Grayson leaned over me in a sixty-nine position. A filthy, greedy feeling came over me and I wanted to swallow his cock down my throat.My lips parted for him, taking him inside my mouth as he drove his tongue between my lower folds. I moaned out loud, feeling the intensity of being stuffed from behind, the vibration in my center, and now Grayson's proficient tongue fluttered over my clit. I massaged his balls as I sucked him, hearing his soft grunts of approval as I took the full length of his shaft into my willing mouth, swallowing him down to the root.Grayson knew what he was doing with his tongue — my god, his technique was perfect. I knew after tonight I would crave it again and again. My eyelids fluttered, my toes curled, the sound of my muffled cries was enough to raise the roof. My fingers grasped his ass as I sucked up and down his rod like I was drilling for oil. I chased my
IsobelleI cradled a mug of steaming hot tea between my hands as I waited for the boys to come home. The early morning air bit my skin with its chilly teeth. Jets of white vapor billowed from my mouth like dragon’s breath. If it wasn't for the heat seeping into my palms from the tea, I would have darted back indoors and not tortured myself out here on the porch. Fast-moving clouds hid the sky from view, dragging a light shower of rain across the forest. I blew the steam from my tea, creating a ripple effect across the light brown liquid.Grayson came out to join me, holding a patchwork blanket over his arm. He shook it out, then draped it around my shoulders."I've changed the bedsheets again. I don't think they've ever been washed as much in a month as they have this week," he joked."Have you always slept in the same bed as your brothers?" I asked out of curiosity.Grayson's brows dimpled in the middle. "Yeah, why? Don't human siblings do that?"I swallowed another mouthful of tea.
IsobelleIt had been a month since our excursion to Forest Hills. The boys had been spending the past couple of weeks training some new rangers. Now our communities all came under one banner, it meant shifters from all over Whitehaven could be posted anywhere in the state. They mixed teams into cats, bears, foxes, and wolves.Alpha Alec and I had been working tirelessly to ensure Whitehaven remained the sanctuary he intended it to be. We would always have a secure place to live and a stable home to raise our young. Those who lived in human communities had to remain hidden. It wasn't ideal. Not with the elite hunting them down.“Come, look at this!” Alpha Alec beckoned me to where he was standing at the opposite side of the laboratory beside the cryogenic chamber.Looks could be deceiving. Nobody knew that this high-tech lab was concealed beneath the fortress. My job was top secret. Alec employed me as a lab technician. I came to Whitehaven to study a rare species of wolf, and that was
IsobelleThe blindfold may have taken away my sight, but I could sense movement in front of me. Two fully aroused cocks brushed against my lips as if demanding I suck them. Two of my men fucked me to heaven and back as I unleashed my mouth on Mason and Grayson like a starving woman. Our grunts and cries grew louder and louder, but I couldn’t care less at this point. I alternated between sucking one cock from the other until I felt the orgasm build and pull my stomach muscles taut.“That’s it,” Lucas encouraged, feeling my pussy milk him. His breathless groans intensified with every hip-jerk.Alex growled as he fucked me harder. “Come for us,” he grunted, tightening his grasp.I stopped sucking cock to scream out my release. It began in my legs, my vision whitening beneath the black mask, my mouth forming a rounded ‘O’ as my body tensed and shook with the intensity. Lucas let go with a roar of pleasure, digging his fingers into the flesh of my thighs and jerking his hips with each ejac
IsobelleI gripped the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head, baring myself to them — and the lone sheep in the far distant corner of the green. Tossing the garment onto the grass, I observed the slack-jawed hunks staring back at me. Heat simmered behind each set of eyes, promising to devour me and swallow me whole.“Put your hands behind your back,” Alex ordered, letting the thin, black rope dangle past his knees.It draped from his fingers as he moved behind me, then began binding my hands at the base of my spine. The soft rope didn’t hurt, but it gave the slightest burn as it pulled tighter, securing my wrists together.“Kneel,” he commanded, and I obeyed.Lifting my chin with his fingertips, he kept my eyes trained on him. Kneeling on the smooth blanket, I awaited further instructions like a good submissive.It was only last week I took him for walkies around the forest and ordered him to fuck me against a tree.Our marriage was all about give and take and tonight I intended
IsobelleThe boys busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing a banquet for five. I took the time to freshen up and changed into a full set of black bike leathers with a surprise underneath. They did a double-take as I stuffed the Union Jack helmet onto my head and gave a slow twirl."I love my kidnap-iversary present. It fits me perfectly," I told them, appreciating their humorous taste.We hadn't even left the house yet, and the row of tents forming in my husbands' pants was enough to poke someone's eyes out. The salacious grins on their faces hinted I was in for a rough-and-ready ride, and I wasn't talking about the forty-minute drive to the mountains. I glimpsed Alex and Grayson slipping suspicious items into the picnic hamper. The pacifier gag went in straight after a rolled-up bundle of black rope, along with a blindfold.Mason gave the chinstrap of my bike helmet a gentle tug to check I secured it, then sent my ovaries into overdrive with a flirtatious wink. The dragged-out moa
Isobelle“Bye, Mom, we promise to call you every single day,” Faith's words came out as a rough sob as she flung her arms around my neck.I was fighting back the tears, holding back the floodgates as best as I could while my four husbands stood along our front porch with their heads bowed, their eyes trained on the weathered decking.It was uncomfortably hot. Whether we were sitting inside or outside, it made no difference at all. Summer was upon us, the birds had been fucking tweeting since the butt-crack of dawn, sweat was dripping down me like the falls of Forest Hills, making my clothes stick to my skin as if it molded them to my body. This was supposed to be one of those days when we could lounge around on deck chairs in the back garden, sipping on cold beers or a glass of prosecco. Instead, we were standing on the front porch, bowing our heads in mourning as if somebody had just died.“You better call me,” I warned, bouncing my watery gaze at each of my daughters, “or else I'll
Eighteen years later . . .“Faith, is that my Angora sweater?” Jasmine accused, glowering at her sibling.Faith was busy fussing over the cat, Tiddles. She focused on him, pretending not to have heard her sister.“Hey!” Harley raged as she stormed into the kitchen. “Who used all my deodorant?” She shook the empty canister in her fist as evidence.“Mom! These thongs aren't mine. You put them in my drawer,” Allyson bellowed. She flung the skimpy garment across the room, where they skidded across the tabletop. The guys all recoiled from where they were sitting, enjoying breakfast, eyeing the lacy thong as if it was diseased.“Get it off the fucking table,” Lucas roared, horror-stricken.“I'm not touching it!” Grayson refused, point-blank, and I saw the whites of his eyes.The joys of parenthood.I seized it, letting it dangle from my index finger. “Who do these belong to?” I asked, holding them up for all to see.Jasmine snatched them from me with an embarrassed huff. “Those are mine. Yo
Five years later . . .“Jasmine, Daddy said no,” Grayson spoke, his tone serious and authoritative.Jasmine gave up with a huff, then made a beeline for me. “Mommy, can we have a kitten?” she asked, trying her luck with me.I had to chew the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from laughing. “No, sweetie,” I backed Grayson up, although I felt awful about it. “Nobody is home all day, so it wouldn't be fair. Your daddies work anti-social hours, Mummy works too, and you girls are at school all day.”Jasmine scowled, then stormed off. We both strained to listen as she relayed the information back to her sisters. They talked loud enough for us to hear, purely to pull on our heartstrings.“Mom and Daddy Grayson said no,” she huffed.“They're such big meanies,” Harley muttered.“I know what to do!” I heard Allyson respond with a gasp.“If you’re going to throw eggs at Daddy Grayson’s car again, then I’m not playing,” Faith pleaded.“No, I’ve got a better idea,” Allyson replied. “Stop whining
IsobelleOne month later . . .Soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep — if you could even call it that. It only felt like minutes since I last got the girls settled.I cracked my eyes open; the air stung my corneas, and my head spun like I was suffering from a hangover. Exhaustion had kicked in, siphoning my energy and willpower. For the past few days, I had been running on the fumes of my sanity, thanks to a narrow window of four hourly feeds that never went according to plan. My God, those girls could eat.One feeding time rolled into the next, and before I knew it, hours had passed by. Owning one pair of tits instead of a set of udders was a tremendous disadvantage. It was a quadruplet mother’s pitfall. The only way that I could feed them all at once was to change into my wolf form, and even then, it was no easy feat. The girls could not shift and struggled to latch by themselves. It meant I had to express milk and rely on my husbands to help. Keeping up with the supply and demand
Isobelle“Easy now . . . take it slow. Here, place this into your mouth and drag in two long deep breaths,” a familiar female voice instructed me.The strange-tasting gas left a nasty metallic tinge on my tongue, but it took the sharp edge off the pain. Not by much, but it was better than nothing at all. The agony ebbed away but was replaced with gut-wrenching nausea, causing me to gag. They thrust a kidney dish out before me and I retched into it, vomiting the remnants of my Christmas dinner.“That’s a side effect of the gas and air, I’m afraid. It can make you sick,” I recognized Dr. Rayne speaking beside me.My fingers clasped the plastic nozzle of the Entonox cylinder as if it were a vital lifeline.“Don’t take it away.” I clung to it. “I need it,” I growled, prepared to fight to the death for it.“Isobelle, I need you to relax for me, sweetheart,” Dr. Rayne instructed. She inserted two fingers of her gloved hand inside my vagina and had a good old poke around. “You’re fully dilat