Isobelle Grayson finished cleaning my wounds and wrapped bandages around the nasty ones. The cabin was quiet. Nobody else came into the bedroom while he was tending to me. They got the hint I needed some space. Grayson grinned, holding a fistful of colorful Band-Aids for me to choose from.I cocked my head to one side. “Seriously?! I’m not five,” I muttered sarcastically.He was taking the whole ‘Daddy’ thing to the extreme. If I misbehaved, would he put me on the naughty step or force me to stand in a corner and face the wall, or worse . . . would he put me over his knee and spank me? God, why did I secretly want that?His brows jumped a few millimeters. “Humor me.”I sucked in a languid breath through my nose then tapped a pink one with sparkly princess crowns on it.“Give me that one,” I replied with an exhausted sigh.Grayson coughed to clear the back of his throat as if he was prompting a further response from me. I waited for a couple of seconds before adding an exasperated, “P
Alex“Jesus, how much does one woman need?” I stared at Isobelle’s luggage with disbelief.My car was on its ass, fully loaded with all her essentials.Fuck me, where are we going to put it all?Lincoln Anderson lent me a bungee cable to secure the trunk after I fought to keep the door closed.“Do you think it's a good sign that she has pink Playboy bunny symbols all over her luggage?” Grayson mentioned.I envisioned an illuminated light bulb hovering above his head as his mind whirled with possibilities. Is she kinky? Or does she just like pink? Lincoln cast him a puzzled look, probably wondering what the fuck he was talking about. That brand isn’t well known here in Whitehaven, only Grayson had an outside subscription.“There . . . that should hold it,” I announced, flustered, sleep-deprived, and agitated. This business with Isobelle tied my stomach in knots.Grayson let out a low whistle. “Holy cow, that’s a serious amount of stuff. Where is it gonna go? We clearly didn’t think thi
IsobelleI had the most amazing soak in the world’s largest bathtub, then emerged from the room in a cloud of steam. Holding a fluffy white towel around my body, I crept back to the bedroom, tiptoeing past Alex in the kitchen. He was busy scrubbing a pan in the sink, and the heavenly smell of pancakes wafted past my nose.“Good morning,” he muttered over his shoulder. “I hope you slept well?”“I . . . uh, yes, thank you,” I replied, surprised by his pleasant tone.“We brought all your belongings from the guest house, and I charged your cell phone while you were taking a bath,” he mentioned, up to his forearms in soap suds.What?! He’d gone to the guest house, and Chloe and Lincoln had just let him take my things without asking questions. I had a pile of dirty laundry on the floor by my bed. Did he get that too? My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but I could sense the repentant tone of his voice and figured he was only trying to be helpful. There were still so many questions that ne
Isobelle“You are?” Grayson spluttered with disbelief.Alex collapsed with relief. Lucas slurped his coffee as if he hadn’t been worried at all. His cockiness was cute, and I could see straight through it.Mason looked as if all his Christmases had come at once. “You won’t regret it,” he gushed, sounding ecstatic.“Can I just ask you something? If everyone around here is a shifter, does that include Chloe and Lincoln?” I inquired, dodging the subject of sex.It was bound to crop up next, and I was stalling for time. Sue me. My body was trembling with nerves, terrified of what it would feel like to be shared between them.“Lincoln is a bear shifter from Forest Hills,” Alex informed me. “Chloe is human, like you.”“And she didn’t mind Lincoln being a . . . you know? A,” I cringed as I use the word, “bear shifter?”Alex flashed a tight-lipped smile to mask his amusement. “Apparently not.”I bobbed my head in an awkward nod. “That’ll explain the ‘cub’ remark.”“Does that scare you?” Lucas
LucasIsobelle walked out onto the front porch, looking flustered to hell. My God, she looked good when she’d just been roughly kissed. Her lips were still swollen, her blue eyes searched for me as her golden hair danced around her shoulders in the summer breeze. I took my time to admire how beautiful she was, standing there shielding her eyes from the harsh glare of the sun. I wanted to remember the imagery, cataloging every detail so I could drag out my sketchbook and let my pencil work its magic. She was my muse, a vision of perfection, and I needed to immortalize her onto a canvas, turning her into one of those sempiternal paintings that never alters, never fades.That’s how I felt about love. I wasn’t a man of many words, but what I lacked in etiquette, I made up for with skills. Whether it be fixing up cars, building a motorcycle from scratch, or painting something that inspired me, I donated my time and effort, leaving a piece of me behind. That was how I breathed life into my
Mason"What's taking them so long?" I directed my question at Grayson.There was no point talking to Lucas because he was walking around our backyard as if he swung the world's biggest dick between his legs.It must have been some walk in the woods."So, where have you been all morning?" Grayson quizzed me.I tapped my finger against my nose, signaling him to mind his own business."Dude, don't make me drag it out of you," he threatened, in a 'stop fucking around' tone.He could easily pry into my thoughts if he wanted to. When you have a bond as close as ours, there can be no secrets between us. Every thought, every feeling, every fear was shared evenly. And considering I had spent my morning doing something beneficial for our girl, it was only fair that I shared all the details with my brothers."I've been to see the Alpha," I revealed, sparking Grayson's intrigue."How come?" he asked, his brows furrowing with concern.My minor detour proved to be rather eventful. Alpha Alec had so
IsobelleLucas gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head using one hand. The way his muscles flexed and rolled screamed raw sex. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His nipple piercings glinted in the light, drawing my eyes to them. Grayson crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and peeled it up over his head. He flashed a grin as he swung the garment around above him, then sent it flying across the room. Mason took off his shirt slowly, his tattoos dancing with every fluid movement. Alex unbuttoned his cuffs first, then began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. It was a slow, tantalizing wait, but the show was well worth it.For my twentieth birthday, Joanna and I enjoyed front-row seats at a male strip show, but that was nothing compared to this. I should have played some music and got them to dance for me. Instead, the jingling of belt buckles and zippers created a raunchy symphony as I feasted my eyes on an abundance of flesh. Holy fuckery! I felt o
Isobelle"I'm going to . . ." I reared my head, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull, seeing stars bursting in my vision."Not yet," he growled. "Look at me."I locked onto gray piercing eyes that blazed with authority, ordering me to wait, and they wouldn’t be denied.Alex pinned me down by the throat, not enough to choke me but adequate enough to exert dominance. The head of his cock was pounding on the door to my cervix, letting it know that there was a new sheriff in town."Now come for me," he ordered.The orchestra of flesh slapping against flesh and cries of unabashed passion soon reached its crescendo.“Uh, uh, uh,” I moaned, hitting an octave that rattled my eardrums.Alex slammed inside me with a roar, his hot jets painting my womb with his seed.“Isobelle!” Alex groaned my name, his hips jerking as he emptied his balls. I reached between us and gave them a gentle squeeze for good measure.Alex let out a vulnerable chuckle, wriggling out of my grasp. With his chest heav