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 c**t and seeing how their c***s twitched at the slightest movement. Deep,
