The Game Of Quadruplet Mates
Chapter 19

We stay in that position for a long time, our foreheads touching and breathing hard like we've run a marathon while staring into each other's eyes. Each second that passed seemed to take my breath away as heat from between my legs started to crawl to my entire body. Ajax takes a deep breath, his chest rumbling with a growl as his eyes turn black. "I can smell..."

His thumb tantalizingly hovers over my lips, a feral look in his eyes.

"Your desire." He finished through gritted teeth.

If I was thinking straight, I would have been self conscious about this, but I wasn't thinking straight. Being close to him and being touched by him is so disorienting, I can barely grasp what's up and down from just his stare alone. We haven't even pulled apart yet, but already I felt the ache of him leaving, like a bruise.

When Ajax glides his nose down the side of my face, urging feelings from deep inside me to the surface, my insides start twisting as my heart beat rises, making my skin heat up like a furnace.

Thoroughly.

His words from earlier seemed to echo in my mind, shooting a lightning bolt down my spine.

"Do you want me, June?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

The obvious answer was: Yes.

But it was a scary thing to realize.

Because we just met.

Because I barely know him.

Yet we were mates and he had treated me as such, even better than what was expected of him. And these feelings that I felt for him... it was blinding, pushing me over the edge and tempting me to this powerful man before me.

In this house, the house that he prepared for me, I could think of nothing else but Ajax. The scent of him is everywhere around me, teasing me with his dangerous allure. I keep trying - trying so desperately to catch a breath, to gather an ounce of control back, to think, but it seems to always elude me when he is within my reach, within my space.

"You don't want to?" He asked, his voice low, soft, only for me to hear.

"I've never..." I dragged the words, not knowing how to tell him that even if I wanted to, I didn't know how. "I haven't..."

His eyes widened as this surprised him, but then he was smiling, widely. "Then we'll take it slow."

When his lips met mine, it was gentle and tender, devotional. He is trying to be gentle at least. I can tell that much by how stiff and hardened his arms were, doing his best not to push me. The way he grips my thighs is possessive, each kiss more claiming than the next. His lips are sweet, his taste even sweeter and when he presses his fingers between my shoulder blades, I fold into him, like clay in his hands. Ajax's embrace is slow and intense in a way that binds me to him. I clutch at his chest, desperate to be closer to the man who tastes of danger and sin. He holds the promise of d e a t h and safety in his embrace and I become lost in it.

"We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to." He continues to say through the kiss, though I can tell he's holding himself back with all his strength.

Watching the flames from the fireplace dance off of the angles of his handsome face, the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop it. "I want to."

He becomes impossibly still, a pillar of stone. "Are you sure?"

I smiled nervously up at him. "Yes. I'm sure."

"I'll be gentle." Ajax quietly swears to me, pressing close but losing a bit of his control as I feel just how engorged he is with want. My hand slipped between us, my fingers curiously giving the evidence of just how much he wanted me a featherlight touch.

He gasps against my mouth, the most beautiful sound I have ever heard echoing through the room. The feeling was... empowering. Here is the strongest werewolf in existence, nearly out of his mind by just one touch from me.

"I'm only a man, June. Do not test my self control." He growls out in warning. "You'll replace that it breaks easily for you."

Ajax's ferocious desire for me was stronger than I ever thought possible and it was thrilling.

It was exciting.

And he looks... hungry. As if he could eat me alive.

His kisses become savage, the growl that comes from his throat even more so. He was showing me just how true his words are. That in someway, he really was still a monster.

But the right kind of monster for me.

He pushes me down the bed, the back of my knees tipping over the end as I fall on a fluffy comforter. More from surprise than anything else, a gasp left my lips as I fell on my back and, in one swift motion, he pulled my hips to the edge of the bed, bracing my thighs around him.

His eyes were dark and unfathomable, a monster, a man possessed, but it was gone before I could see more of it, replaced by a look of restraint. He was biting hard, jaw clenched.

Ajax put one hand on my thigh, and the other he brought to my face. He touched my hair lightly with his fingertips, cradling my face. "Just tell me when to stop and I'll stop."

He didn't look like he was going to stop and, frankly, it only made me want him more. Breathless with his proximity, I couldn't think straight or think of anything else but him. Driven by pure instinct and the need to continue what we were doing, I closed the space between our lips and immediately felt lightheaded from the feeling of him.

With trembling intensity, our lips locked in a hungry battle of tongues sliding together and seeking, learning, exploring... more and more and so much more. And his hands, have mercy, those hands, he roamed over every inch of my body; up my shoulders, slowly down my spine, around my waist, caressing my thighs and between my thighs. Where his hands met, my body hummed, a skittering sensation burning under my skin. He held me as if claiming every part of me.

The only thing keeping us apart was our clothing and he noticed this with annoyance. He detaches his mouth from mine and begins to place kisses along my jaw, down my neck, where I can feel my heart beating rapidly beneath my pulse. He licks it, tasting my skin and pulling me closer.

His hands trailed down my side, fiddling with buttons, lace and zippers, all while his lips worked down my newly exposed skin. He could have easily torn through my dress, I know he wants to, but as promised, he takes it slow, savoring every second, every moment. Branding me with his lips, he pulled the dress down from my shoulders, to my stomach and down my legs until I was only in my underwear. His eyes darkened even more, the animal inside him surfacing as he shook with the sight of me.

Ajax is an Alpha, a handsome and powerful Alpha, surely he had his share of women. Multiple. Endless. Everyone wants him, even the ones afraid of him want a taste, but the way he looked at me... the way his eyes roamed every inch of me is like he's never seen anyone else before and that he's only ever wanted to see me.

He takes his time, long fingers unclasping my bra and exposing my hard peaks to him. A growl escapes his throat, a powerful one that shakes the walls. He cursed, teeth grinding together as he did his best to hold himself back.

As promised, he was not at all strong when it comes to self restraint because something in him snaps and I feel his hand on my breasts, his lips on my nipples. A consumed, hungry thing, soft groans and loud exhales come from both of us as he smothers my nipples. A bolt of pleasure shoots through my body, down to my core as I let out a breathless gasp. An animal possessed, he sucked, licked, teased with his mouth and his hand working in tandem. I squirmed, clutching at him, digging my short nails into his shoulder.

I was a moaning, whimpering mess as he moved to the next breast and it only got worse when I felt his m*****d straining against the fabric of his pants.

Brave from dizzying desire, I trailed my fingers over the front of his pants, over the shape of him, feeling just how large he was. A sound escapes him as I do so, a sound so raw and unhinged.

"June," He growls my name, the sound so monstrous and animalistic that I know he's battling with the last of his strength to keep himself in his human form. Gripping my hair and taking my chin to look up at him and his very dark eyes, I'm stuck with the sudden realization that this man, my mate, my Alpha, is not just some boy from the farm lands that promised a life with me, or even a Beta that simply wants me, because Ajax is the most feared man in our world, a cruel blood thirsty killer, a monster of our monsters, and I was vastly unprepared for what being his mate truly entails. To be taken by him, to be ravished by him... to feel him and for him to only want me.

Ajax leads me to lift my hips so that he can remove my underwear, the fabric whispering over my body and letting them drop to the floor with very little ceremony.

His lips latch onto my legs, starting with my ankles until he reaches my thighs. My breath hitches as he got closer... and closer to the place where heat was building up.

"Part your legs for me, my beautiful mate." He instructs, eyes flicking up to mine.

Utterly enchanted by his lust filled voice, I let my knees fall apart, baring myself to him as my pulse quickened, my breath coming in short quivering gasps. I was nervous, impossibly nervous. I've never done anything close to this. My kiss with Jeremy seems so innocent now in comparison to what I'm doing with Ajax, but I replace that, despite my anxiety, I trust Ajax. I trust this dark Alpha that is rumored to destroy anything in his path.

He grips my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed. My lips part as I watched him stand between my spread legs while his animal-like eyes swept over every single inch of me. His fingers follow as he drags them over my throat, down my hips, and settles on the spot between my legs.

Intoxicating pleasure climbs up my spine, leaving me shivering and squirming. "Shhh, relax. Open for me, June."

Ajax gently brushes one finger through my folds, sliding through a wetness that I didn't know was there. My back arches from the sensation of his fingers and the slick way it moved, my body seeking more of his touch. "Fuck," He grits, breathing heavily.

With one hand, he tugs his shirt over his head, revealing a body so muscular and perfect that when he comes down on me again, the delicious drag, the impossible friction of his muscular chest on my peaks has me gasping.

I wasn't at all prepared when his long and large finger slipped inside me. My eyes fluttered close, his name leaving my lips. "A-Ajax..."

"Say it again. Say my name again." He urged, his finger deep and hitting something that had me gripping his strong shoulders. "Say it..."

"Ajax!" I nearly squeaked when he slipped another finger inside.

He lets out a grunt of approval, his fingers awarding me with a rhythm that has my legs trembling. Just when I think I can't hold on much longer, he pulls his hand away. I lifted my head up, confused, until I saw him. He went down on his knees like in worship, but this worship was of a different kind.

Ajax presses a palm on my thigh to spread my legs further, his other arm sliding over my hips and pressing me down onto the bed. He leans in then, kissing me there in the same way he kissed my lips, deep and hot with his tongue exploring and gathering the taste of me. Warm pleasure builds and coils between my legs... under my skin, in my stomach. I can feel it everywhere.

He parts my legs further, his tongue sliding inside of me in a way that has me lightheaded. He doesn't allow me a second to breathe, pulling me closer and making my hips roll.

And then it came, something I did not know how to explain. It was akin to an electric shock and an explosion rolled into one that left me shaking and gasping his name. The pleasure zings through my limbs, rushing with heat and through this sensation, he doesn't stop, working me through it.

When he pulls away, his lips are wet as he licks them, lapping up the taste of me. "Hmmm, I think you're ready for me now."

Still coming down from this high, I do not fully understand what he means.

Ready for?

Ready for what-?

He sees the question in my eyes but only laughs darkly. "I'll be gentle, June. I promise."

I could hardly breathe, reduced to nothing more than a thundering heartbeat and a mess of nerves.

Ajax presses a soft kiss on my forehead before unbuttoning his pants. He does this with no flourish, doing it quickly and without much care until revealing his engorged length.

My entire body goes warm, from the tips of my toes to my ears, to my fingertips. It was incredibly long and thick, the kind that makes me wonder how he will ever fit, but he doesn't look bothered and climbs over me.

His hips press into mine, grinding against me, his length sliding between my legs. I'm ravenous, my body wound up and eager for more despite just reaching my high.

He brings me towards him, grasping my hips while his other hand parting my legs. Our eyes meet, the question shining in his dark eyes. My heart leaps out of my chest.

I could stop it all if I wanted to.

It would be difficult for him but I can tell him to stop and he will.

The answer I gave him was a clumsy nod, biting my lip as I did.

He growls, low and deep before notching the tip of his length against my entrance and then sliding inside of me in one smooth motion that knocks the breath out of my lungs. The stretch leaves me grabbing and fumbling for his soft hair, pulling it hard as I get used to the feeling of him.

Ajax doesn't move, staying in place and letting me adjust to him, all while kissing my neck. There was an unbearable warmth in my stomach, a heat creeped up my spine, emphasized by the drag of his long, throbbing manhood inside of me.

It does not hurt. I have been hurt before.

But it was... strange. Uncomfortable and almost too filling until it wasn't, until it started to feel different.

At least before I realized he wasn't even inside me completely- it was just the tip, the first inch.

"Oh," I gasped, arching my back and clenching around him.

Ajax was panting, his face contorted in restraint as he forced himself not to move. "J-June..."

He was losing his battle.

And for a moment, I enjoyed the look on him.

The monster of monsters, wild and untamed, was left panting and groaning by his mate.

"More," I whispered, ready for all of him.

A ragged breath leaves his lips as his eyes fluttered close. I watch as he slides inside of me, all the way to the hilt, his entirety buried in me. He is impossibly deep inside, impossibly large, and I am just so full of him that I cannot comprehend what pleasure shoots down my spine.

It does not take long for Ajax to take control, dominating over me quickly. Caging me in his arms, he pulls himself out only to slide himself back in. The place he hits inside of me twists pleasure into the edge of sweet, delicious pain.

I gasped as his pace increased, starting slowly but getting quicker with each entry. He tightens his hand in my hair and uses my body as leverage for the punishing thrusts he bestows upon me.

Tears prickle my eyes as pleasure overwhelms me, the familiar feeling of reaching a crashing crescendo. His deep thrusts hit something that makes pleasure coil where I can feel him, where my body won't allow him any deeper.

I came quickly, my vision swimming. Unlike the first time with his mouth, he didn't help me come down from it. His lips in a wicked smirk, he continued to move inside me, unrelenting, like he was letting himself go for the first time tonight.

My hand on his hair, I pulled him down to kiss, to devour his lips the way he was devouring me.

A hand on my knee, he lifts me up just to get deeper inside. My nails claw his back, charting lines of passion all over him. And before I know it, another high comes to me and I'm shouting, whimpering and spent beyond belief.

Ajax lowers his head to my neck and I know what's coming next: the marking. I feel him shaking, a partial shift where his teeth elongate and his claws come out. I felt his wet tongue circle around the base of my neck, making me shiver and gasp from the shocks that came from it.

And then, I felt it, sharp teeth biting down on my shoulder. My entire body comes alive again from both the pain and the pleasure that exploded inside of me. He pulls away, licking the blood that spilled and, much like how he did it in the ceremony, closes the wound using his tongue.

He presses a kiss on it, sealing us as one before offering his own neck.

Marking like this... it wasn't a requirement anymore. Especially for the men. Male werewolves liked to go through life without a woman's mark keeping them down, but here was Ajax, asking me to do it on him, to carry my mark for all to see.

His dark eyes asked for it.

His own monster at bay, waiting.

He rolled his hips again, making me gasp at his pulsing length that threatened to burst.

I lean forward, my tongue tentatively tasting the base of his neck where marks are placed and I hear him curse again, saying my name and grunting from the sensation. My shift comes more quietly, for I do not shift often, but I feel my teeth extend into my fangs and my claws sharpened. When my lips wrapped themselves around Ajax's skin, he was shaking again.

Burying my teeth down the base of his neck, the taste of him made me reach a different kind of pleasure altogether and I found my self reaching a new high, clenching around him as I licked his mark to heal.

His pace has gone wild now, uneven and crazed. He curses, my name slipping out of his lips before his own high comes to him. The aftershocks of pleasure skitter up my spine, making me shudder as I feel him erupt inside of me.

Wet, hot liquid pours inside me and I shudder all over again.

Ajax holds me close, sticky with sweat and whispering my name. "You're absolutely perfect, my beautiful mate."

I blinked up at him, at a loss for words but enamored all the same.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you."

The way he said it, the way he was looking at me, it made me feel as though he really was waiting. Not just for a mate. Not just for anyone.

He was waiting for me.