He turned me around and pulled me to the couch, the soles of my sneakers squeaking against the varnished floor. The men darted back from the adjoining room wearing shorts and nothing else. One guy flung a pair through the air and my captor caught it with one hand, then whirled me into the arms of a blond guy. He wasn’t as rough, but he showed no signs of letting me go, pulling me back on the couch and onto his lap. The guy who dragged me from the door put on his shorts and then went to join the others.
They huddled together and muttered between them, “Why don’t you say something? You’re the eldest.”
Two of them shoved the nominee forward — a strapping guy with dark hair, a cropped beard, and silvery grey eyes. He seemed like such a bad-tempered bastard, turning to snap at them like a rabid dog. But then he dragged his gaze to me and held it there as if he was contemplating what to say.
“I’m Alex Bennett,” he introduced himself; his tone remained firm. “On behalf of me and my brothers, I can only apologize for our impulsive behavior. This was not how I intended our first meeting to go.” He dragged his gaze to my kidnapper, giving him a death glare to suggest this was all his fault.
The second guy spoke next, running his fingers through his dark brown hair to rake out the snags and pieces of twig. His hazel eyes softened as he smiled, like he was trying to seem less threatening than his brother. “Hi, I’m Grayson, the better-looking brother,” he spoke modestly. “You might hate me right now, but you’ll thank me later.”
Alex released an exasperated huff and dragged a hand down his face. He jerked his head to the guy with dark blonde hair and green eyes, prompting him to introduce himself to me.
“Lucas,” he replied in the same raspy voice I remembered from the forest. I waited for more, but he was done talking. Something told me he was a man of few words, not one to let his guard down to those he didn’t trust.
That only left my human armchair. I turned around to lock eyes with him, and my God, he was handsome. His bright blue eyes brimmed with kindness and had a face that could make angels weep. His hair was almost as light as mine, honey blond.
“I’m Mason, and you must be Isobelle?” His voice was as smooth as melted chocolate and sounded just as sweet.
I bounced my shocked gaze between them. “How do you know my name?” I asked, removing my camera strap from around my neck. The chafed skin felt sore when I touched it, but that was the least of my problems.
“We'll explain everything,” Alex promised. “Just hear us out.”
“Here, let me get that,” Mason uttered as he untied the knot and pulled the gag from around my throat.
“What the fuck do you want with me?” I asked, my voice strained with emotion.
Crying made me feel weak, even though it shouldn’t. But that’s how I felt. I couldn’t fight them off, outrun them, or use tactics to trick them. They were holding me here against my will and I was powerless to do anything about it.
“To get to know you,” Mason answered.
“If you wanted to know me, why didn’t you try talking to me? Ask for my number or invite me to dinner. Not kidnap me like a fucking psycho.” I glared at them all.
Alex shot Grayson a mordacious glare. “That was the plan.”
Grayson cringed. “Can we maybe . . . start again?”
My jaw dropped with a mixture of shock and outrage.
Alex glanced at the others for reassurance, then came to crouch beside me. He tried to take both my hands in his, but I pulled them back.
“Don’t touch me,” I warned him.
He sighed and dropped his gaze. “You’re ours, Isobelle, we’ve been waiting a lifetime for you.”
“What?” I wheezed, my mind flooding with panic.“You belong to us,” Alex reinforced.
The others nodded their heads in agreement. “That’s right,” Mason spoke as he held me against him. “You are the one that we’ve been looking for.”
I couldn’t suck in enough oxygen to breathe. I hyperventilated, my body shaking, my mind whirling. What?! Me? Mason pulled me into a reverent embrace, hushing me as if to calm me down. And it was working. How can this stranger comfort me? I squeezed my eyes shut until I stopped shaking.
“Give her a minute, Alex,” Mason spoke in a hushed tone.
Moments passed, but it felt like forever as I processed what they said. They were the four men in the woods, that much was clear. It wasn’t bullshit. The rumors were true. They existed. And they think I’m the one they’ve been waiting for. So, in a nutshell, they are never letting me go. I’ll be trapped here forever.
Mason tapped me on the shoulder from behind. “Would you like a mug of tea, Isobelle?” he asked in a reverent tone. “You prefer tea, don’t you?”
Whipping my head around, I narrowed my eyes in a thunderous glare. They kidnapped me, and he dared to ask me if I wanted a brew . . . like this was a cozy little tea party in Covent Garden. Had he fallen over in the forest and bashed his skull? It inclined me to demand a jam and cream scone and some ham sandwiches to go with it, but I somehow doubted the hospitality would stretch that far.
“A cup of tea? Are you joking?” I asked, eyeing him disdainfully.
“Are you sure I couldn’t tempt you? I bet you’re parched.” Mason’s eyes sparkled with adoration.
I didn’t quite know what to make of this behavior. Mason seemed like a nice guy. But for all I knew, I could be gazing into the eyes of a psychopath. Accept a brew or decline the offer. I desperately needed a drink. That dirty rag had chaffed the corners of my lips raw.“Fine . . . I’d love a cup of tea, thank you,” I replied, reluctantly accepting the offer. “I take it with a dash of milk and two sugars. You can leave out the poison.”
Alex snapped his head up in shock at my sudden change in mood, hurrying away, muttering that he would make the tea. The other two men, Lucas, and Grayson were standing a few feet away, watching me suspiciously. They dragged their eyes over my scantily clad body now that my nightdress had ridden halfway up my legs, exposing my thick thighs. I pulled down the material to give me an extra inch of modesty, but the elasticity made it spring back higher.
“Sit the fuck down. You’re making her nervous,” Mason berated his siblings — if they were his siblings. They could just be saying that.
Grayson huffed as though we had banished him to the other side of the room. He took a seat on a single armchair, brooding like a scolded puppy. Lucas backed away with a crooked smirk, not taking his eyes from mine. The crackling firelight illuminated his handsome features, and God strike me dead, but I couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed and rolled as he sat down. Lustful images swam into my head, and I shoved them away, hating the way my body reacted to them. This should not — could not — be happening.
“Something smells good,” Lucas murmured, his voice nothing more than a dark rasp on the edge of breathlessness. I watched him fidget on the chair and pluck at the front of his shorts.
“Are we turning you on, baby?” Grayson remarked amusedly.“Don’t call me baby. I’m not your baby, okay . . .” I snapped back at him, putting him straight.
“Sexy, then,” he corrected himself.Grayson shamelessly gawked at my breasts, and when I glanced down, I saw why — my nipples poked at my nightdress, leaving nothing to the imagination. Shame blasted through me and colored me red. They could see everything through the thin fabric . . . it was like they had x-ray vision that could melt it away. Not even my last partner had seen me naked in the cold light of day. Being rather curvy had made me body-conscious. A pretty face and a well-thought-out outfit could hide a multitude of sins. It didn’t warrant how these guys were staring at me as if I was their last meal on earth. No one had ever called me, “sexy,” before. As much as I had dabbled in the art of seduction, it just didn’t come naturally to me. But with these guys, I didn’t need to try. For some fucked-up reason, the universe had tossed together everything I ever fantasized about in men and presented me with four different flavors. And they were not asking me to pick one – they were a package deal.
“You have the time it takes me to drink the tea to explain what the fuck you want with me,” I reasoned with them. “You wanted me to hear you out. I’m listening. So, start talking.”
They wanted to wait until Alex came back from the kitchen, which was fair enough. This concerned him too. He carried a red mug by the handle, treading carefully so as not to spill a drop onto the floor.So, he’s houseproud — noted. I could tell a lot from someone by their actions. The way they respected their living space and the people around them.“Here, I hope I’ve made it right,” Alex handed me a mug of steaming hot tea then put a coaster onto the coffee table in front of me.I took in every detail, making a mental note of their behavior patterns. It would help me to figure out what made them tick. After inspecting the tea, I risked a sip. It wasn’t too milky, and it wasn’t too strong . . . it won my seal of approval. We were off to an impressive start.Alex watched me, cringing to see whether the drink was to my liking. He wanted to impress me, but why would he care? Kidnappers were supposed to be wretched, horrid, despicable human beings with agendas. They don’t offer their hos
“Isobelle, stop!” Alex’s commanding voice sent a jolt through my heart.My startled scream rang through my ears before a rough hand covered my mouth.“You’re bleeding,” Lucas’s raspy voice accompanied a hot gust against my ear.He was behind me. Alex was in front of me. My fingers attempted to peel away Lucas’s grip as I wrestled against him. Then two wet snouts nudged against my elbows, causing me to whimper helplessly.“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Alex berated. “The forest isn’t safe during the day, let alone at night.”“Hey!” Lucas barked back, “Lay off her. Can’t you see that she’s scared?”Lucas curled his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. The heat from his skin seeped through the thin cotton of my nightdress, permeating through to my heart. Warmth. Protection. Safety. Those feelings surfaced, instilling somewhere within my inner core, enabling me to relax. There was no way they would let me get ripped apart by wolves. Alex stepped forward and brought his h
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