The Game Of Quadruplet Mates
(Bk 2) Chapter 38

My guard stilled as our mouths met, hesitation and, quite honestly, there was that hint of resistance, but I did not care

I did not care for any of it.

I had already made up my mind.

And the only thing that would stop me at that moment was if he said no.

He pulls away, only slightly, his lips still on mine yet without the pressure I wanted. His eyes were of conflict... of reluctance. But also of need.

Of l**t.

"Are you sure?" He asks, his lips ghosting over mine with every word he said.

. "Tell me it's real and that you actually

want this."

I didn't recognize the huskiness of my voice when I spoke."

It's real and I'm sure."

And like a dam breaking and crashing through, his soft lips pressed against mine with such need, with such passion that I felt I might drown.

He had to stoop down for our mouths to meet, and it delighted me for reasons I could not describe at the moment. The way his lips moved against mine threw any thoughts other than his mouth out the window. "We shouldn't do this." He says, his breath harsh.

"I know." I said, whispering this to his lips.

"We should stop." He insists, teasingly biting at my lower lip.

"We should. We really should." I agreed, groaning as his fingers found my lower back

But we don't.

We don't stop.

We've jumped over the edge now and we can't stop falling.

The rough scrape of his nails against my bare skin made something in my stomach coil and coil. The feeling of his big hands grazing my back, my skin, made me want to melt into him, to press closer and greedily take more of him.

My blood was feeling like there were tiny, microscopic bees traveling in my bloodstream and I kept curling and uncurling my fists and my toes. The heat that was in my stomach was starting to lick a path to other parts of my body; my legs, my arms, the tips of my fingers, up my chest and across my shoulders.

I reached behind me, feeling for the doorknob and twisting it to open. With my guard's hands on me, he guides me into the room.

His lips leave mine and I whimper a little, making him chuckle. "Let me just close and lock the door."

The sound of his husky voice did things to me and as soon as he made sure the door was locked, I pulled him back to me

Just as eager as I was, his tongue forced its way into my mouth, performing a delicious dance with mine as he backed me into my bed. I moaned into the kiss, which only seemed to spur my guard on further. He devoured me, taking every breath as it left my mouth. This kiss had none of the chastity or tenderness of our first. This was all teeth and tongue as he forced my lips open to drink from my mouth. I let out another whimper as he bit my lower lip, pulling it slightly as my hands came up to circle around his neck as his own yanked me closer so I was pressed flush against him.

I have never been kissed like this before. I thought I had known what desire was, the pulse of want under my skin, but this was something entirely different to anything I had felt before.

He felt right.

He felt good.

And I wanted him so badly that it hurt.

Consequences be dam ne d.

Feeling my bed on the backs of my knees, I let myself fall back, bringing him with me. He catches himself right before he can fall on top of me, using his arms to keep himself up.

I broke away just slightly, gasping for air, but this didn't stop him from pressing kisses down my jaw and against my neck, making me moan as my hands that had been pressed against his sides pulled him closer to me. Pleasure heated my body, desire pooled between my legs.

Impatient and hungry for more, I pulled at his uniform, tugging on the ends

Above me, my guard quickly shrugged off his jacket and slipped off his shirt after that, revealing the vast expanse of his powerful defined chest. I had always known he was muscular and big, but seeing him without any clothes on only seemed to convince me that he was the most powerful man I had ever seen. He was purely masculine and strong, and I wanted all of him. And when he took off his pants, I could not help but stare at the budge that the small fabric tried to contain but failed to do so.

There was no need for show with him as he removed that too, releasing his large and fat manhood for me to drool over. For my mouth immediately watered with heady pleasure and I took my time as I trailed my eyes up his body until I met his sharp, knowing gaze and watched as his smile turned to a smirk.

He was like a feast in front of me and I had been starving my whole life.

T's dark eyes stared at the ribbons on my dress and just as I'm about to help him undo them, he pulls one and the entire thing comes apart, leaving me n a ke d in front of him. It did not help that I didn't wear anything underneath and he growled out his appreciation for this.

I have been n a ked in the Games before but never with my guard and never with us in this way. The need to cover myself up took over me, but my bare body under his hungry gaze made me feel like I was the most beautiful girl in the world and I found that it didn't bother me and that I wanted him to look

Which he gladly did

His fingers reached out, feeling my collar bone, going between the slope of my b re a sts and for a moment, he started to shake, making the hair on my nape bristle, warning me that he was about to shift. But he manages to keep his wolf under control and I was just a pool of heat by this point.

He continues to bring his fingers down my stomach, over the side of my thigh, and then he stops when he makes it between my legs.

He growled as he felt the wetness there and he watched me as his masterful fingers moved through my folds, barely grazing the sensitive spot but was doing enough pressure that my eyes flickered close. My back arched instantly, a loud moan leaving me as my body writhed under his touch.

Eyes still on me, he pushed a finger inside and I let out a loud gasp, my fingers curling and pulling at his hair. It was not deep enough to hurt, but the foreign sensation of something inside me made me feel like I was going to explode at any moment. He plunged another finger inside of me, smiling as my wetness coated his hand.

Without warning, he buries his mouth between my legs. I nearly s cre a med at the unexpected delicious contact He devoured me like he had done with my mouth, eagerly drinking from my heat. His tongue lapped at my folds as his fingers simultaneously plunged in and out of me, slow and steady.

And when he started sucking, tongue lashing, I completely came undone, letting out the loudest of moans.

The flood of heat seemed to rush out of my body in waves and waves.

My guard did not seem to mind, enjoying himself a little too much as he continued to lap up my wetness as my body shook in pleasure.

When my high began to subside,

he moved upwards,

capturing my lips in a rough kiss.

The kiss is all tongue and teeth; filthy in the best possible way as he moves his hands down my body and down to my a s s. He picks me up with ease like I weighed nothing and carries me over to the center of the bed.

I could taste myself on him. I should have felt dirty, but something about it was so infuriatingly delicious, my juices coating his lips and his tongue dancing with mine.

Although I had already come, my body was quickly preparing me for another as he kissed me savagely and hungrily.

The heat climbed up my body once more and, with his other unoccupied hand, squeezed at my bre a st s before grabbing my hand and bringing them to the hardness between his legs. He was long and solid and wet at the tip. Guiding my hand, he let me feel his length of him and of what was to come. He was large, so large that I was unable to circle my hand all the way around it.

Acting on my instincts, I started to stroke him, desperate to have more than his fingers inside of me. This elicits a guttural moan from him that shakes the bed.

"You're killing me here." He grunted, breathing heavily.

I circled his tip with my fingers, feeling his own juices. "Let me have all of you then."

"F**k." He cursed, eyes so dark it was animalistic.

Like a wild thing unleashed, he kisses me until I forget my name, until I forget all about the Games and leaving only him in my mind.

And when I pressed myself against him, he practically growled, his length gliding between my thighs.

Groaning loudly, he pushed me down onto the bed as he climbed on top of me.

The pulse between my legs was aching so hard that I was desperate for him.

My guard leans down, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me senseless. The sensation of his large body on top of mine made me feel otherworldly things. He was so big, his body covering mine easily.

Another whimper leaves my lips as I feel him lining up his length at my entrance, he leased my folds slightly with his tip, adoring how he made me writhe underneath him.

"T-" I didn't get to finish complaining and whining as he plunges all the way in, stretching me until I gasp and cry out. "Oh, oh my Goddess, fu c k. You didn't even let me get used to you before you went all the way."

A chuckle leaves his lips as he presses a kiss on the side of my sweaty face. "I'm not even half way in, darling."

My eyes widened, looking down between us and, sure enough, he only had the tip in. "Oh."

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." Slowly and as gently as he possibly could, purely for my sake, as he pushed another inch in and then another.

I'm moaning so loud that he has to silence me with more filthy kisses.

"Almost," He was shaking badly, trying to stop himself from pounding inside me like he wanted to. He was a groaning mess on top of me, trying to hold himself back as much as he could. And when I feel him reach the hilt, he lets out breath. "There," The pain of the first thrust quickly gave way to pleasure as he hit a spot inside of me that made me want to s cre a m again. "More. I want more."

"Whatever you want." He grinned at me from beneath him as he started to thrust slowly, in and out. My room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and loud moans from both of us.

He captured my mouth in yet another kiss, tongue and teeth.

It was hot.

We were sweaty.

And I loved every second of it

He didn't stop, his pace quick and snappy.

I was a moaning mess under him as I reached a new peak, reached a new high that I never wanted to fall from.

He was going faster now, pounding into me so fast and so hard that I could feel him throbbing inside me. My moans grew quicker and breathier, and I began to see stars as a delightful unexplainable feeling built up inside of me.

His hand moves down between us, touching me where he knows I like, where he knows I'll come undone.

Not a second later and I was shaking, reaching my climax.

My whole body felt like it was on fire, the ecstasy reaching from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Something burst inside of me and I could only ride it out.

He groans at this, knowing I have come for him again.

He continued to thrust inside of me, chasing his own release. He was a beast, his pace becoming more wild and feral and unmatched.

I arched my back, meeting his thrusts and squeezed my legs, making me growl.

That was all it took for my guard to spill his release inside me.

I know it is wrong, but my heart and my soul were completely his at that moment.

By the Games rules, this wasn't allowed. We weren't allowed, but nothing had ever felt so right and good.

Perfect

It was absolutely perfect

Breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead against mine before pressing a kiss on my lips. He collapsed next to me, his length still sheathed in me as he pulled me close to him and embraced me like he would never let go. We laid there in silence, catching our breath and, though I do not regret it and I would do it again if I could, I worried about tomorrow.

Because tomorrow was the Choosing.

And my guard was not an attendee.

There was so much at stake, so much to worry about, but all I could do was hold him and pray tomorrow would be kind to us.