IsobelleA week had passed since Lucas's minor setback with the circuit box. It meant I had to stay with Chloe at the guest house while my men set everything right. They even borrowed replacement decorations from their bear shifter friend, Josh.I wish I could say that life resumed as normal. Unlucky for me, my husbands took Dr. Rayne's advice and enforced a sex ban in our household. And just to ensure they didn't break that rule, they prohibited foreplay too. My health came first. There could be no temptation. Alex and Grayson even hid all their sex toys away, so they didn't fall off the wagon. It was a good job I had reinforcements. They didn't know about the secret weapon I kept hidden at the back of my knicker draw. His name was Buzz, my ex battery-operated boyfriend. I dragged him out of retirement to rekindle our romance. He helped to sustain all my unmet needs and was such a generous lover who expected nothing in return — unless his batteries ran flat.The only downside was I h
IsobelleAlex sighed, Lucas stared at the ground, Mason's hands stilled on my shoulders, and even Grayson averted his eyes away.I exhaled a forceful huff. “Are you joking? I feel fine!”“We can't, sweetheart.” Alex's tone softened. “Not yet.”“Please, you rarely even kiss me anymore,” I complained, pouting with a saddened face."That’s not true," Alex responded, his voice regretful. “You know the reason we can’t let things escalate. You’re in enough discomfort as it is.”Mason let go of my shoulders and I shuddered, losing the warmth of his touch. I was a woman surrounded by men who worshiped her, yet I was the most sexually frustrated girl in the world.How was I expected to last another night, let alone another few weeks? Or at least until Dr. Rayne granted me the green light to have sex again. I wasn’t convinced if it would be the same for shifters as it was for humans. Generally, women were supposed to wait at least six weeks before their sexual activities could resume.Not a blo
IsobelleWhat a wonderful way to kick-start Christmas, with acid reflux, and a spine-crippling backache. Merry Christmas, Isobelle. Just one more week until the babies are born. Then I could kiss goodbye to the next eighteen years. No more peaceful lie-ins. Adios freedom. Au revoir relaxation. My life will belong to the pups.“Hey, did Santa steal one of my toothbrush heads or is this the Tooth Fairy's idea of sabotage?” Alex uttered, sounding as sarcastic as ever.After blanching with horror, I pretended not to hear him and continued to peel vegetables at the sink.“Isobelle?” he pressed, dragging out my name in a mocking tone.Act casually. He can't possibly know what I’ve done because I discarded the evidence.I could feel his intense stare burning holes in the back of my head.“How should I know?” I mumbled, pretending to be clueless.“So, the mystery continues,” he mused, drumming a finger against his chin. “The battery was completely drained, and I know for certain I charged it
MasonI had to hand it to Alex. You could set your watch to him by how punctual he was, getting us here just as the plane was landing.“Do you think we ought to tell Izzy about the newspaper article?” I mentioned it, one because it shocked the shit out of me, and two because we promised we wouldn’t keep stuff from her anymore.Alex slouched back in the driver’s seat, huffing a sigh. “Absolutely . . . but can’t we just let her enjoy Christmas with her parents? Can’t she just have one goddamned day when she doesn’t have to remember that night?”“I get it, you want to protect her, but she’s a lot stronger than she was when she first arrived here. She can handle it,” I spoke in her defense, talking Alex around.Not that Alex needed much convincing because he was mighty proud of her too.“Yeah . . .” Alex exhaled a sigh. “I just wish we could shield her from this, you know?”“You’re doing it again,” I pointed out his biggest pit-flaw. “You can’t control everything. Especially not the press
IsobelleI hurried out into the chilly air to greet my parents. I was nervous at first, but the moment I locked eyes with my father, I saw nothing but love staring back at me. Mum was tearful, hugging me, then held my face and told me she loved me.“Your tummy really has four babies in it,” Mum squealed, sounding amazed at how big I was. “I’ve missed you so much,” she uttered between planting kisses on my cheek. “You look good, doesn’t she, Arron? She’s glowing,” Mum beamed.“Come in and meet the Bennetts,” I insisted. “They’re wonderful people. You’ll like them.”My smile contorted into a pained grimace. I tried to recover it, but the flinch I saw in my mum’s eyes told me it hadn’t slipped past her.“You need to get back inside and sit down.” She guided me in through the door and gave Lynn a welcoming smile. “Hello,” Mum acknowledged. “You must be Lynn? I’m Fiona.”Alex took the suitcases into the freshly decorated guest bedroom. Mum and Dad seemed impressed by the cabin. Our home wa
IsobelleI swatted the air in dismissal. “He means my eyes are watering. Not that I’d sprung an actual leak. Carry on eating your dinner,” I chuckled.Dad cringed in a silent apology.“Sorry about that," he apologized for the misunderstanding. “So, how’s life in Whitehaven, and you know, with being a werewolf and what not?”“I love it here. It is a wonderful place to live. Other than that, I’m still adapting to the whole werewolf thing. It’s not as glamorous as it’s made out to be in films,” I assured. “People are always complaining about their kids coming home from school with fleas, and ever since I shifted, I’ve molted like a German Shepard. You should see the amount of hair I have to pull out of the drain each time I take a bath.”Lynn clapped her hands with a hearty chuckle as if she felt my pain. She dabbed the corners of her eyes with the pad of her finger.I didn’t want to mention the leg hair situation, and then the bushy underarms if I skipped shaving for a day. Dare I say i
Lucas“It’s going to be okay, baby, I’ve got you,” I murmured, holding her close to me as Alex drove us to the hospital.At least it had stopped snowing long enough for the roads to be cleared. I couldn’t tell which one of us was trembling more, Isobelle or me.Isobelle cried out with another agonizing contraction, clutching hold of her stomach as if it was going to explode.“Argh!” She buried her face against my chest, and I held her close.My brothers’ thoughts mirrored my own. All we could do was comfort her and watch helplessly from the sidelines.Our parents followed in the car behind us. Grayson must have been too dazed to think straight because he handed the keys to his beloved Porsche to Isobelle’s old man and told him he could take his car to the hospital.“That’s it, baby, keep breathing just like we learned in the Lamaze classes,” Grayson coached, mimicking the actions so that Izzy could copy them.Holy shit! I’m going to be a dad. We're all going to be fathers. It's really
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
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