Quadruplet Alphas and Their Lost Ice Princess Novel Free

< Prologue Claim One finger slipped inside me, slow and possessive, stretching me, exploring, making me feel every inch of his touch as he worked me open, teasing me with shallow thrusts. My head fell back against his shoulder, lips parted as my body bucked, begging for more, for something deeper, harder. Another hand found my breasts, fingers tugging at my n****e, rolling it between calloused fingertips until I was panting, my body an unrestrained blaze of sensation.

"I want to see you take us," one of them murmured, his voice rich with desire as he pressed his hardness against me, his breath hot against my cheek. "Every. Single. Inch." My body trembled, my slick heat clenching around his fingers, as I felt myself open, surrendering completely, my mind lost in the fog of lust and need. The sensation was so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that it felt like I might dissolve like they could devour me entirely. Just as I was ready to give in, to beg for all of them the sensations began to fade, melting away like smoke.

The heat, the hands, the bodies pressed against me-they vanished, leaving me trembling, empty, alone. I gasped, my eyes snapping open to find myself in my bedroom, sheets tangled around me, my body still pulsing, throbbing from the vivid, haunting memory of that touch, that need. My hand drifted between my thighs, finding myself soaked and sensitive, the ache still lingering, the sensations feeling as real as if they'd actually been here. Who were they? But it was a dream. Just a dream.

Yet as I lay there heart racing, skin tingling, I couldn't shake the feeling that they were out there, waiting for me... watching, ready to claim me in ways my mind could barely comprehend. f*****g ridiculous. There was only one person for me. 1 Comments LUCK DRAW > 356 H Vote 2/2 356 M Vote The Calm Before the Storm The Calm Before the Storm "Four wolves. One fate. And the waiting game is over- Callum Caine Callum's POV: My wolf has been a f*****g nightmare all week. He's usually composed, silent unless we're in a fight, but for the past seven days, he's been clawing at the inside of my head like he's seconds away from losing it. "Go back." I growl under my breath, stepping out of the steaming shower in the Red Crescent Pack's guest suite and rolling my shoulders.

My patience is razor thin. I already know what's waiting for me on the other side of that door. And I don't have the energy to care. I stride back into my room-and there she is. Serena, the Alpha's youngest daughter, is spread out on the bed, stark naked, fingers deep inside herself, her other hand twisting at her n*****s, her moans filling the air. She doesn't stop. No, she slows down, dragging it out, eyes locked on mine, her lips curled into a smug little smirk because she knows I'm watching. Pathetic. "Alpha," she purrs, her voice dripping with s*x.

"Since you're leaving tomorrow, why not let me send you off properly?" Typical. Being one of the Caine quadruplets-Alphas who are notoriously rich, powerful, and untouchable-means I've seen this a hundred times over. She-wolves throwing themselves at me. at my brothers, desperate for a chance at something more than just a single night in our bed. My wolf snarls in frustration, and I clench my jaw. He wants me to walk away. To save myself for our Luna. But f**k that. Right now, I need a distraction.

With two strides, I close the distance between us, fisting her hair and yanking her up so her face is inches from mine. "You want to play, sweetheart?" I murmur, my voice rough. "Then get on your f*****g knees." Her eyes widen, and for a moment, I see it-fear. Then it's gone. And she obeys. Jaxon's POV: I lean against the balcony railing of our suite, the night air crisp against my skin. The rogue problem is handled. We leave tomorrow. And I can't shake this feeling. My phone buzzes. I don't have to look at the screen to know who it is. < < The Calm Before the Storm Aria.

Claim "Baby," she coos the second I pick up. "I miss you. And I can't believe you'll all be Alphas this weekend. We should go shopping for my dress for the ceremony." I exhale through my nose. This again. Aria's been a good distraction-a willing body in my bed when I need it-but lately, she's been angling for something permanent. Something I have zero f*****g intention of giving her. "Go shopping with your friends," I say, my voice flat. "You know I hate the mall." "But-" "Pick something. Send me the bill." Click. I toss my phone onto the table just as Seth and Rory walk in.

Seth whistles low. "Trouble with the she-devil?" "Let me guess-mall duty?" Rory smirks, plopping onto the couch. I ignore them, stretching my neck. They know. They're seeing Aria's best friends, Ivy and Cassandra, so they get the clingy, manipulative bullshit. But it's not just that. I don't want Aria. I want her. The one we've been waiting for. The one that actu ally belongs to us. The one we still haven't found. My phone buzzes again. Lilia. Our baby sister. "Jaxon!" she chirps. "Mom and Dad said you're heading back tomorrow! Party on Friday-are you guys coming?" "Of course, Lil.

Wouldn't miss it." "Good! Love you!" She hangs up before I can reply. I sigh, staring at the ceiling. Lilia has her mate. We're still waiting for ours. And the waiting is starting to piss me off Seth's POV:: Listening to Lilia and Jaxon's conversation, I zone out, thinking about our mate. Cassandra is hot as hell, but I'm getting bored. It's the same with every she-wolf. They don't challenge me. I stretch, rolling my shoulders. "Let's wrap up the rogue reports before we head back. Dad wants them finalized." The Calm Before the Storm Rory groans, throwing his head back. "Paperwork?

"I'd rather shift and run naked into a rogue nest." Jaxon snorts. Claim "You'd probably enjoy that." Rory flips him off. I smirk, but my mind is elsewhere. We're identical in looks-6'9, muscular, jet-black hair, and sharp gray eyes-but that's where it ends. Callum is the unofficial leader- since he is the eldest and the fucker thinks he's a milliemun older than us, the fucker is one hell of a controlling person as well. Rory is the thinker, the chaos, the manipulative bastard. Jaxon is the enforcer, a f*****g obsessive asshole, the cold blooded taction wild card. And me?

I'm the killer they keep on a leash-until they don't. Oh and abso-f*****g-lutely downright loving with a sprinkle of unhinge but in the loving way, obviously. The one people underestimate. The one they should fear the most. Rory's POV: As we head toward Callum's suite, a furious she-wolf storms past us, her robe barely covering her. Serena. Jaxon raises an eyebrow. "Guess Callum's still breaking hearts," I smirk. "If I had a dollar for every she-wolf he's sent packing..." Seth grins.

"We'd own another private island." "We own four already, think bigger maybe an airbus those fancy double decker planes those humans are using in their multiverse," Seth says, stroking his chin like the fucker is actually considering buying the damn thing. We step inside Callum's room. The air reeks of s*x and frustration. He sits in an armchair, swirling a drink, looking ready to punch something. I lean against the doorframe. "Judging by your mood, she either confessed her undying love... or asked you to take her shopping." Callum glares.

"Both." I mess with him a little more because f**k it's not common for dear big brother to be frustrated. Jaxon pours him another drink. "She left on her own, or did you throw her out?" Seth asks. Callum doesn't answer. "Soft. You're getting soft, big brother." Seth whistles. Callum throws the glass at him. Seth catches it without even blinking. We may look identical, but The Calm Before the Storm we're nothing alike. Callum exhales slowly. "Tomorrow, we leave for Ridge Storm." I glance at him. "Yeah? And?" His wolf stirs. I can feel it.

Callum's eyes flicker black for a split second before he grits his teeth. "I think we're going to find her." The room goes dead silent. Jaxon straightens. "You sure?" Callum nods once. "I can feel it. She's there." Seth leans back, exhaling through his nose. "Well, fuck." Claim Our patience is about to pay off for the first time in years. Our mate is waiting. And we're coming for her. Comments LUCK DRAW > 356 H Vote admin