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Ravished by the Beasts Forty-Six
IsobelleHeat? Didn’t only dogs go into heat?“Didn’t you guys know this would happen days after marking her?” She shook her head from side to side, eyeing the boys as if they were all idiots. “I assume your mother sat you down and told you all about the birds and the bees? It’s mating season in Whitevale, am I right? I assume you are still part of the pack.”“B-but Isobelle is human,” Grayson spoke, sounding vulnerable. “Only she-wolves go into heat?”The pain relief had started to take effect. It stopped the burning sensation from getting worse, but it didn’t ease the pressure between my legs. It was still there bubbling beneath the surface, waiting for the meds to wear off.“Not necessarily. You all marked her. That’s four times the shifter venom. Her body seems to be reacting to the bites,” she answered simply.Alex looked horrified. “Are you suggesting she could be turning into one of us?”Dr. Rayne swatted the air. “No. Humans can’t be turned. But no human has been marked by four
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Ravished by the Beasts Forty-Seven
Isobelle My heart almost stopped dead inside my chest.Get me pregnant? Did I just hear him right?Drenched with sweat, I stuck to the covers like a Velcro strap. A white mist formed in front of my eyes as the pressure became too much. It hurt to move, speak, or cry. My nerve endings were being devoured like flames feasting upon candle wicks. I needed them, all of them, all at once. My body craved their touch, their mouths on my skin, their seed coating my womb.What was happening to me?All I could think about was sex. The urge to fuck and to be fucked.Grayson let his towel drop to the floor. Mason and Lucas peeled their clothes from their sculpted bodies. They were all drawn to me, to my alluring scent, like they were under a magical spell. It was out of their control just as much as it was out of mine. Our primal desires had robbed us of all sense and reason, leaving behind one impulse that needed to be sated. A raging desire and propensity to breed.“Make it stop,” I begged.“We
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Ravished by the Beasts Forty-Eight
Isobelle Lucas stalked around the bed behind Grayson. Seeing them within touching distance made me want to suck them, grab them, and have them take me however they liked. I was theirs, and they were mine. If anyone was going to impregnate me, it would be one of my husbands. Not some random guy from the pack.My blood boiled beneath my skin, racing through my veins like liquid magma. My men gazed upon me with hooded eyes. Alex’s silver, Lucas’s yellow, Mason’s ice-blue, and Grayson’s orange. This was a sign their wolves were right there, scratching at the surface, losing their self-restraint. Writhing on the bed, I stroked between my drenched folds to entice them, tease them, feeling my fingers circle my moistened clit and seeing how their cocks twitched at the slightest movement. Deep, reverberating growls filled the room. It was enough to make me squirm with delight and my sex clenched again, flooding my channel with a fresh gush of warm juices. My men inhaled the scent of my sex, a
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Ravished by the Beasts Forty-Nine
IsobelleIt was the first time in a long while that I woke before sunrise. I felt energized, super-charged, and more alive than ever. Stretching my arms with a yawn, I expected to knock against one or two other bodies . . . but all I found was a cold, empty bed.That startled me, forcing me to bolt upright, finding nothing but a quiet, peaceful bedroom shrouded in darkness. I strained to listen, hoping to hear bickering coming from the living room, boisterous banter in the kitchen, even a belch or a fart in the bathroom . . . but nothing. Nothing but painstaking silence festered throughout the cabin.Confused by this, I flung back the sheets and searched for my men. The events of last night replayed a continuous loop in my head. There was plenty for us to talk about. We had things to discuss and a lot of planning to do for the baby. A mixture of fear and excitement wrestled for dominance, neither winning, both equally matched.“Alex. Grayson. Lucas. Mason. Where are you?” I called out
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Ravished by the Beasts Fifty
Isobelle I should have known. I should have been able to spot all the signs. They were there all along, staring me right in the face all this time. My grandfather’s eyes changed color whenever he got angry, just like the quads. I was convinced I heard him growl on several occasions. My grandma used to joke about the full moon affecting his mood swings, but I thought she was being facetious. He used to disappear for days on end, only to come back with his clothing in tatters and covered in dirt. Nan told us he enjoyed one tipple too many at the Royal British Legion, and that he would wander off in a drunken stupor. These things seemed so trivial as I was growing up, witnessing them occurring time and time again, so often, I had taken them all for granted.There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Mum spoke, “I’m so sorry, Izzy. Can you ever forgive me?”Could I forgive her? Right now, I want to throw a bloody tantrum. How could she keep something like this from me?My
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-One
IsobelleThere had to be something in the cabin I could use to defend myself with — one of Alex’s butcher’s knives, a meat cleaver, or a heavy-weighted rolling pin. Maybe Lucas had a lump-hammer in his shed, or maybe I would fall lucky and stumble across a secret room with a stash of weapons.My mind was still reeling, knowing that Peter Munroe wasn’t the good guy I thought he was. He sure had me fooled with the whole nerdy professor act, spinning me tales about living with his grandmother and their cute little Chihuahua. How long had he been keeping tabs on me? Did he put two and two together and come up with quads? Did he connect the dots all by himself, or did he eavesdrop on the gossipers that day in the coffee shop?So, that's why he wanted a blood sample from me. What a cunt!A loud rasping knock on the door scared me shitless and I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle a scream. But then the ending credits to Shifter Valley rolled and my face contorted with horror.Shit . . .
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-Two
IsobelleAustin and I followed the hunters through the forest like we were stalking a prize kill. Owls hooted and bats fluttered from tree to tree as if to muffle our footsteps. Even the moonlight played a part, spilling its ghostly fingers through the mosaic of branches to light the way.Oh my God, I feel sick with nerves.Shifters hunting down hunters. The irony was almost laughable. Not that I was skilled in the art of combat or anything, but I learned the basics of how to defend myself from my dad. Austin was acting upon his instincts, using the scents and sounds to guide us through the eerie forest. Don't ask me how, but I felt my husbands close by. I wasn't stupid enough to call out to them and announce our presence. For all I knew, they had been luring the hunters away from our home, from me, and our unborn pup.If only I could communicate with them, they could tell me what to do. What was I supposed to do? What if I only make things worse?They don’t know Peter Munroe is a two
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-Three
Isobelle“What do we have here?” a hunter spoke, pleased with his discovery.I snatched in a shocked gasp, my eyes round with alarm. The metaphorical dollar signs were practically rolling in his eyes as if he had just hit the jackpot.“Isobelle! No!” It was Grayson who yelled this time.Sweat seeped from my pores, soaking into my clothing, and making it stick to my body. I expected to be yanked into the abyss of death at any moment, feeling the stab of a gun barrel against my head. Instead, the hunter slapped his palm against his throat as if he was swatting a mosquito away, then collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Lucky for me, my Ranger friend was a better shot than he was.Austin Rayne! I could bloody kiss you!Grayson punched his fist through a hunter’s rib cage and yanked out his heart. It pulsed twice before Grayson crushed it. Alex sent one rearing back with a sickening roundhouse kick, his muscles flexing and rolling with the fluid motion. Through my bleary eyes,
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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
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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
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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
Ravished by the Beasts Eighty-Nine
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
