Ravished by the Beasts のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

IsobelleAustin and I followed the hunters through the forest like we were stalking a prize kill. Owls hooted and bats fluttered from tree to tree as if to muffle our footsteps. Even the moonlight played a part, spilling its ghostly fingers through the mosaic of branches to light the way.Oh my God, I feel sick with nerves.Shifters hunting down hunters. The irony was almost laughable. Not that I was skilled in the art of combat or anything, but I learned the basics of how to defend myself from my dad. Austin was acting upon his instincts, using the scents and sounds to guide us through the eerie forest. Don't ask me how, but I felt my husbands close by. I wasn't stupid enough to call out to them and announce our presence. For all I knew, they had been luring the hunters away from our home, from me, and our unborn pup.If only I could communicate with them, they could tell me what to do. What was I supposed to do? What if I only make things worse?They don’t know Peter Munroe is a two

IsobelleAustin lopped towards us, followed by Grayson and an injured Mason. Lucas sprinted back; he was bearing Austin’s discarded belt in his jaws, and he dumped it onto the floor by Alex’s feet. Alex stooped to retrieve it and used it as a tourniquet to stem the bleeding. My eyes beseech him to look at me as he worked, but he stubbornly resisted.Is he really that mad at me?I turned my attention to my injured husband, needing reassurance that he was okay. “What about Mason? He's hurt too.”My stab wound had already knitted together, but Mason's injury was bleeding out.“They shot him with a Silvertip,” Grayson said panting, his brow set into a concerned grimace. “Alex dug out the bullet, but there's still some shrapnel embedded in the wound.”Austin licked his injured shoulder, making us aware that he’d been shot too."Hurry! Everybody take cover,” Grayson urged, pointing toward a deep trench in the ground.We scrambled into the pit to seek shelter from the blitz. Grayson and Alex

IsobelleI ran my fingers along the side of Mason's face, tracing the outline of his jaw. How could he be aroused at a time like this? Grayson and Lucas had gone to check on Alex. They could walk in on us at any second.We can't fool around on the sofa. He's hurt, for goodness’ sake.“On a serious note, I was worried sick about you all,” I told him, feeling crushed with guilt. “If I had just stayed home like I was supposed to, maybe none of this would have happened.”Mason sighed a frail smile. “Let’s just leave the past behind us and focus on our future. Our family is growing. We’re going to be so happy living our best lives, nothing else will matter.”His lazy tone put me at ease. Mason's laid-back attitude and the provocative look in his eyes suggested one thing — he was horny, and he wanted some pussy action.“Yeah, you're right,” I agreed with him, trying my best to ignore the tent in his pants and erase the idea of sex from my mind.Severed head. Dead dogs. Lying mothers, and hu

IsobelleEncountering the Bennett brothers was fate's decision but falling in love was ours. They all contributed a special element to our relationship, unrivaled qualities that were so unequivocally theirs. Mason provided the tenderness that my heart had always craved, teaching me how to love without limits. Lucas painted my world with colors and taught me to dream fearlessly. Grayson gave me the courage to be myself, and not be concerned with how others perceived me. Alex was my shield from all the horrors in the world. My protector and my security. He was the patriarch of our family, and without his structure and order, we would surely fall apart.This cabin, with its treated timber and quaint furnishings, was our home. Our scent had merged within these walls, forming part of its essence. It was on every towel I held against my face, every cushion I relaxed upon, and every blanket I snuggled beneath.That is why you can't stay mad at me, Alex Bennett, because you think the same way

IsobelleI entered the bedroom, not knowing what kind of punishment to expect. Alex was waiting for me in the same place I left him, lounging on top of the sheets in a casual pose. His eyes stalked my movements like an animal hunting its dinner. His cock had already risen to full-mast, thick, veined, and intimidating. My hands were shaking like a delinquent schoolgirl who had been sent to the principal’s office. I let out a shaky breath. My eyes darted all around the room, searching for instruments of torture. There was nothing out on display. Not a belt, a spanking paddle, or anything that revealed his plans. Whatever discipline Alex had in mind he was keeping it a secret.“It’s time for my sponge bath, nurse . . .” Alex’s hardened glare made him look ten times sexier, making me swoon.If there was one thing the Bennett’s had been graced with, it was inhuman good looks. Upon the nightstand, I saw a bowl of steamy water, a bar of soap, and a natural sponge. Grayson had undoubtedly hel