Twenty

Isobelle

"It's where we make our mating bite," Grayson explained. He saw the whites of my eyes and continued. "It'll hurt for a couple of seconds, but after that, you'll feel nothing but pleasure. A mating mark symbolizes that you're our mate."

"Like a wedding band?" I asked, wondering if it was similar.

"Sure," Alex answered. "But mating is a 'till death do us part' kind of deal. There is no backing out once we've committed."

I liked the sound of that.

"So, you'll be mine forever?" I clarified. "You'll never look at another woman?"

Four offended scowls glared back at me. "You're the one!" Mason reassured me. "There is no other woman for us. We belong to you and only you."

That was all I needed to hear. In the past, men had always made me feel inadequate. I had caught them, side-eyeing women, as we walked down the street. The fact that the Bennett brothers were pledging themselves to me meant everything. It was all that a girl could hope for.

“Well, why don’t you all write your names