The Game Of Quadruplet Mates
(Bk 2) Chapter 46

"What do you think about Adelle?" I asked Otto as he walked me back to the mansion. "I hear you've visited their pack a few times and you've spent time with her too."

It was completely dark outside at this point, but the mansion alone was bathed in this silver moonlight.

Accompanied by its own bright twinkling lights that they always had open like a beacon for the attendees, it was enough to take my breath away. The mansion is literally sparkling, like a star in the otherwise dark night sky. Despite everything that happened this week, the good, the bad and the amazing, nothing and I mean nothing will top this sight.

It's romantic and enchanting all rolled in one.

"Where are you going with this?" He narrows his light green eyes at me suspiciously.

I shrugged carelessly. "I'm just wondering what you think about her."

A knowing look crossed his face. "Hmmm... You think you're so smooth, don't you? I know what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" I batted my eyelashes innocently."

There's nothing suspicious going on."

He gives me a lazy grin. "I appreciate it, Jewels, but not right now."

"Why? What's wrong?" I was not an experienced wing woman but I was definitely going to try for my friend." She's a beautiful woman and she can handle her own... I honestly think you two will be perfect together."

He brushed back his dark hair that was being blown softly by the wind. "I'm just not ready. I know I don't have much time left, but I think I just need time for myself."

"And then after?" I pushed a little more, hoping to get something positive out of him.

He nodded but his eyes were faraway. "And then after, we will see."

I bite my lip, keeping it at that.

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow at me. "Hooking me up with someone while I'm still recovering like the little minx that you are?"

I skipped ahead of him, eager to be back in the mansion and spend as much time as I could in it. "Yes. Very proud of myself."

Just as I made it to the door to the mansion, I whirled around to face him and see that he was already waiting expectantly, knowing me so well that I had more to say." What is it?"

"Promise me." I said, squaring my shoulders to show him I was serious.

He takes a step forward until we are only an arm's length apart. "Promise you what?"

"Promise me you will try to have fun with or without me, that you will give Adelle a chance when you are ready and you won't let me stop you from replaceing your own happiness." I stuck my pinky finger out to him, our childish but sacred promise. "I want you to promise this to me and Tock it in through the unbreakable way."

Otto hesitates, his jaw clenching as he thinks, but I know he cannot say no.

A few minutes passed, followed by another, but eventually, like I knew he would, he reached his pinky out to hook it with mine and quietly promised.

When he pulled away from it, I knew from the look on his handsome face that he would" try to fulfill his promise. "Let me get you back to your mate."

"Larissa warned me." I found myself telling him as we walked up the stairs, heading for my room.

"Mom?" He lifted an eyebrow. "When and about what?"

"About Miss E. She came to me in her black uniform, in broad daylight where everyone could have seen her." I mused, shaking my head as I remember how fast she spoke.

She wouldn't really get into trouble because she and Tedros' mother are in charge of the Games, but if anyone found out she was helping an attendee...

It wouldn't look good.

Otto laughs at this. "Of course. Always looking out for you.

Tedros and I handled that, by the way. That W guy left the Games while the Choosing was still ongoing with his very desperate mate running after him. She will be stripped of her title. I will make sure of that and he will never be able to come to the Games to choose again or have a chance for a title."

I didn't even care about the W part, but with E-Emily, that's what saddens me.

"I thought she was my friend but she

turned out to be someone I didn't expect."

"Don't blame yourself." He says gently. "You did what you do best to people, giving everyone a chance and never judging them until proven otherwise. That's on her. Not you.

Before we knew it, we were already at the door to my room.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I'm leaving tonight." He informs me, doing a poor job at hiding the mischievous smile on his lips!

"I've already

stayed longer than I should. I am once again banned from the Games, remember? Sadly, I didn't hump statues in my wolf form like what you wanted."

"Oh," I tried not to sound too sad that he was leaving already, but he catches it like he always does.

"I'll see you back at home," He assures me, taking a step back. "Alpha."

Otto bows low, the way a Beta would his Alpha and with one last look, with one last silent farewell, he walks away and leaves me staring after him.

It didn't feel like good bye, it felt like a new beginning for us.

A fresh start.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the doors to my room to replace it lit completely by candlelight and as I followed the light, towards the bedroom and into the balcony, I found my mate leaning against the railing and in front of him was a magnificent spread of dinner already waiting for me.

For the first, I do not dwell on the food, for the man beside it was just as mouthwatering.

Several inches over six feet, my mate stood tall and powerful, built of solid muscle. He looked to be carved from stone, perfect and cut in all the right ways. His hair was dark as obsidian and his eyes played between two colors. Dark amber and black whenever his wolf is at bay, which is almost always.

As if he was blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, the moonlight shined down on him like a spotlight, making him glow despite his dark tanned appearance.

He was out of his black clothes for the first time, a simple white undershirt covering his muscular chest and pants that hugged his powerful legs. He had several scars all over him, battle scars that he wore proudly like medals.

"Tedros," I whispered, calling him by his name, which made him smile, a broad, white thing that made small dimples appear on his cheeks.

My heart thumped against my chest.

Goddess, he is handsome.

So addictively handsome

I crossed the distance between us, desperate to be close to him and feel the warmth that only he could give. He was so much taller than me that I had to tilt my head back to see his face.

He looked at me hungrily, like he had been waiting for me all this time. And then he leans forward, intent and slow, giving me a chance to move away, but I don't.

I stay where I am until he is everywhere at once, so warm and covering me completely. His lips are on mine before I can even breathe, pressing softly, gently.

He is surprisingly gentle compared to last night, helping me out of the wedding dress and letting it pool on my feet when he finishes undoing the ribbons and the zippers. He removes my underwear next, using his fingers and making sure to do it as slowly as possible. He did this all while whispering my name and all the things he was going to do to me.

It was almost like a prayer but with words so dirty I can barely repeat them. He continued to whisper in my ear as if I was some Goddess and he was worshipping me in the form of pleasure.

"I'm going to make you mine. All mine."

He turns me around, facing the table of food and not so gently, and ever so roughly swipes his arm out, throwing everything on the ground until the table is bare.

"Hold on to this." He says, directing my hands onto the edge of the table. "And don't let go."

With my back to him, I heard the soft catch of buttons. He was taking off his clothes and as I turned to face him, to watch him, removing my hands from the table to do so, he growled lowly, huskily. "Keep them there, Jewel." He says in a rough whisper.

I swallowed, feeling heat between my legs. Hes removing his belt. I could hear the metal and leather, but I couldn't see and this growing frustration only made the heat between my legs worse. "Patience." He says, his tone low and deep and commanding

He walked up behind me, making me shiver as his warm hands brushed against my lower back. His hands were of a hardened warrior, large and warm and rough and they wrapped around my waist to bring me back until I was flushed against him. His broad chest is warm and strong, covering me completely in this possessive and powerful way.

"You are so beautiful, my mate." He whispers in almost wonder, pushing at my thighs with his other hand until I spread her legs apart wider.

He bends down, his lips on my shoulder, pressing featherlight kisses that were driving me closer and closer to insanity as he starts going lower until he's on my neck. I could feel him against me, completely n a ke d like I was, skin to skin, the hardness against my back a reminder of what was to come.

His free hand started to caress a path downward, closer to where I was throbbing and growing wetter with each moment. The other hand moved up to cup my b're as t, making me whine as he started to massage and knead and play with me in a way that almost put me over the edge with need

A whimper leaves my lips as he starts sucking on my neck where marks are placed, and when his tongue lashes out, sweeping along the area, I almost see stars.

But he doesn't stop there.

No.

He releases me only to place his large hands on my waist, pitching me backward towards him, so I'm bent over, my ass out for him and pressing against him oh so deliciously that I'm ravenous.

I felt his hard length press against my wet entrance, aligning his manhood by adjusting himself, the tip of him grazing my sensitive skin and bringing along a slick wetness with him as he moved. When he finally and agonizingly slides into me, his mouth is still on my neck and I feel the sharp prick of canines on my skin as he plunges himself all the way. And then he bites, large and hard. I gasped, pushing my ass upwards against him.

A moan leaves my lips as two points of pleasure erupt, the mark on my neck where he is biting down and his long. length that has hit a spot that makes me lose the ability to breathe. He simultaneously licks the wound close, soothing it with his wet tongue while thrusting back and forth at a pace that is hard and punishing, making me slam against the table, rocking it.

Overwhelmed by too much stimulation, I reach my limit instantly, coming all over him.

"I want you this way always." He groans harshly.

It's so much. The sound of his hips hitting against me over and over, the feel of his length hitting deep within me. It's all so much, almost too much that I can take. Every thrust 'pushes me closer and closer to yet another edge that I feel as though I will never recover from.

He doesn't stop, doesn't relent, continuing his thrusts and going faster and faster as he licks and sucks and kisses my mark. Another wave of heat builds as I start to reach another high that comes over me when his fingers slip between my legs and rub at a sensitive spot that makes me s cre a m his name

Undone by him again and panting heavily, he flips me over, making me face him as he sits me down on the table. He spreads my legs apart, settling there and smirks when I automatically brace myself by wrapping my legs around his waist.

He tugs me forward until I am flush against him. "Mark me, my mate, my Jewel. Mark me and show everyone who I belong to."

My mouth.goes dry, hungry for him and dizzyingly possessive.

I did not have to be told twice, zeroing on a particular spot on his muscular neck. Deciding to tease him a little, I dragged my tongue along the area, biting gently near the spot and making Tedros jerk and growl.

He has entered me again, going all the way in until his body slaps against mine. He takes out his frustration on me, grinding and thrusting and hammering into me like he was a man possessed and when I finally bite down, I feel him explode inside me, white and hot liquid spilling out.

My tongue closes the wound on his neck with wet, messy licks, making him groan and sputter.

I feel Tedros' mouth against my forehead, breathing hard, whispering words that are barely audible.

Beautiful. He says. Perfect.

Mine.

His and his and his alone.

He was still spilling himself inside me when his gasping and groaning lips found mine, smothering my own moans and whimpers as he kissed me deeper, lingering longer like he was savoring the taste of me.

"Let me take you to bed" He growled out when I arched my back, pressing me close to him.

My eyes widened at his words.

He grins, a predator replaceing his prey. "You didn't think I was done with you yet, did you? Darling, I'm just getting started.