~ Isobelle ~"How's the steak?" Lucas asked as the tasty meaty morsel slid down my gullet. "Delicious," I replied, licking the smoky marinade from my fingers. "My dad is going to love you." I realized what I said as soon as the words slipped out. I hope he will. Lucas grinned, then flipped another steak on the grill. The yellow flames licked up the sides, the juices falling onto the white-hot coals with a hiss. Orange embers danced amidst the curling smoke, drifting away like fireflies."Ten bucks says the boys will smell this from miles away and come running home for supper," he mentioned, listening for any movement in the trees. I glanced around us just in case he was right. "Is it another quiet night?" I inquired, hoping that it was as dull as dishwater out there.Lucas's brows furrowed as he took a seat on the log beside me. "Stop worrying. They'll be fine," he assured me. That's not what I asked. "Don't do that," I pointed out his error. "Please don't deflect my question. I speci
IsobelleThe bedroom was stifling when I woke. I knew it was close to lunchtime by the strong sunlight seeping in through the curtains. Sweat coated my skin, causing the sheets to cling to my body. I was sticky and gross in all the wrong places; my pussy and ass had been the source of Lucas's entertainment until the early hours. My god, I ached. I desperately needed a bath and then a deep tissue massage to recover.Alex would destroy me tonight. My thoughts drifted to his bag of tricks and wondered if they were going to be part of his plans. I lifted my head, cracking an eye open to see a bed full of naked muscles.My boys came home."Good morning, Princess," Grayson croaked.He sounded bone-tired, and because he didn't bother to open his eyes, he looked tired too. No wonder it was hot as Satan's asshole in here, with four humongous muscle men nestling alongside me.I pressed a kiss to Grayson’s forehead and a dreamy smile curved his lips. As the mattress dipped, I disturbed the other
IsobelleAn hour had passed since Mason, Lucas, and Grayson left for patrol duties. The humid air had made me sweat like a bitch in heat for most of the day, so I took a quick rinse beneath the make-shift shower at the back of the cabin. The sun resembled a squashed satsuma as it faded into the horizon, casting lilac ripples across the sky, and with the fading light came a swarm of pesky flies that seemed to love me. I got sick of swatting my hands in front of my face. The cool water stung my sun-kissed shoulders a little, but that was my fault for forgetting to reapply sunscreen. Freckles erupted all over my face — a feature of mine I hated, but my men seemed to find adorable."Ah-hem." A not-so-subtle cough made me whirl around, startled.It was Alex. Who else could it be out here in the middle of nowhere? We were miles from the red zone, tucked away out of harm's reach. Alex smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth."Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Do you know how much longer you
IsobelleSomething soft brushed down the full length of me, and I let out a soft surprised gasp. It was silky and cool like the petals of a rosebud trailing from the top of my forehead, tracing my nose, lips, and chin, caressing the dip in my neck before continuing its journey to the valley between my breasts. My breath stuttered as a plethora of sensations trailed along my body, past my navel until its delicate petals brushed along my folds. It was there one moment, and then it was gone, replaced with a warm gust of breath as Alex pressed his lips against my labia, taking me by surprise. I gasped, arching my back off the floor."Ale — uh, master," I almost mewled his name, feeling his tongue delve inside my pussy, then drag itself along the length of my slit. The taut muscle then began writhing around my solid clit in a lover's dance."You taste exquisite, baby." There was a soft purr in his whisper that almost flung me over the edge."Each time you obey me, you'll get a reward. If n
IsobelleI shrieked at the sting. Whatever he was using had a flat surface that lit my skin on fire. He delivered firm alternative slaps on each side, causing my hips to buck with each blast. The skin burned where he struck, blazing red-hot.The soft clattering sound of rummaging came from the left side of me. Then I heard the squelch of something being squeezed from a tube."Relax for me," Alex cooed.Using one lubricated finger, he massaged the tight knot of my asshole, working his way through the ring of muscle. My stubborn hole put up a fair fight, resisting his intrusion and making him work for it. I gasped at the burning sensation, my lips parting into a silent “O” as he wriggled all the way in before working in another finger. The heat from his warm breath caressed my shoulder over the place where he would mark. Soft lips versus coarse stubble brushed along my nape, teasing every nerve ending with a maelstrom of sensations."Your body is so responsive," Alex praised. "You were
IsobelleI hummed along to the song that was playing on the radio as Mason drove me into town. We were almost late, thanks to the boys playing “rock paper scissors” to decide who would drive me there. Mason won, much to the boys’ dismay. It meant he got to spend some quality alone time with me down at the harbor. He parked and spent fifteen minutes kissing and cuddling me before it was time for me to meet up with Chloe and Peter at the coffee shop.“I better get going,” I said, pressing my lips to his one last time."One more for luck," he pleaded."Have fun," Mason urged, stealing another cheeky kiss."I will," I acknowledged, feeling extra lucky."Text us when you need us to pick you up," he instructed. “We have plenty of errands to run, so one of us will be around to swing by and meet you.”“Okay, will do,” I responded, exiting the car.I smoothed out my maxi dress, closed the door, and waved goodbye through the passenger side window. My heart fluttered in my chest as he drove away
IsobelleI raised my brows as I nodded, surprised by that. “Oh, I just assumed he was a friend of yours. And yeah, I’m starting to think you’re right about Alec juggling several balls at once. I think he is using me to get the humans off his back.”Chloe gave an ambivalent shrug. “Peter seems nice enough. I’m sure he’s genuine. Lincoln just gets a little weary when it comes to outsiders. And to be honest, I can see his point. Nothing good can come from humans knowing about shifters. Peter doesn’t know about them, so be careful what you say in front of him. I take it that you’ve been given the low down on the hunter situation?”I nodded, feeling a chill trace my spine with its icy tongue.“Yeah, I was shown some of their handiwork,” I revealed, shuddering with disgust. “Chloe grimaced. “God, I wish we could figure out a way to stop them from getting into the state. It scares me to think that my children could hurt themselves in one of their traps, or that my husband will get killed in
IsobelleMy stomach fluttered with excitement. “I need to find a cash machine first.” Sue me, I wanted to take a sly glance at the balance before I risked purchasing an outfit. I needed to know what kind of budget I had to work with. It wasn’t like I was going on a mad shopping spree, but I still had to know my limitations. Nobody ever gave away magical debit cards with an unlimited credit limit. This was the real world, not some fantasy billionaire CEO romance novel. I followed Chloe out into the busy parade of shops to find the nearest cash point. I shoved the debit card into the card slot and typed the pin into the keypad, hoping that I memorized the numbers correctly. Lucky for me, I had. Then as I saw the account balance, I had to blink my eyes several times and peer closer to the screen.Wow! That is a lot of zeros.My forefinger pressed the button to eject the card. I didn’t need to take out more cash. I already had some in my wallet. Not only that, but I was also shocked at ho
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