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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
Ravished 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
Ravished 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
Ravished 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
Ravished 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
Ravished 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 . . .
Ravished 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
Ravished 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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