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 s*x. The urge to f**k and to be f****d.
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 muc
