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