The Game Of Quadruplet Mates
(Bk 2) Chapter 19

The girl was beyond pretty and had a body that knew it was se x y with the way she moved. She smiles up at 0, gripping his hand tight. I watch as she leans forward, her free hand fixing his already perfect hair. "You have no one to do this for you?" She whispered softly, melodically, emphasizing how no one was taking care of him at the Games. "I could help with that, of course." Tooked away and focused on the sounds of the chirping birds, so I didn't have to listen to what he was going to say.

Whatever he says makes Miss A scoff from beside me."

The f**k? This bitch wants to die."

Even Miss E rolled her eyes. "Say less."

It's enough to make me look back, but I wish I hadn't for the girl beside 0 moved their intertwined hands to her large bottom, her fingers keeping his hand there. "Does her a*s feel as good as this?" I heard the girl loudly whisper in O's ear.

And although I have no right and I shouldn't really care, I physically feel my blood pressure rise to my ears.

Because when she says this, shes looking at me.

Directly. At. Me.

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The rage 1 fell nearly chokes the breath out of me and she sees this, smiling happily. I'm practically panting, my heart squeezing with my body on fire

lam rarely angry.

In fact, it almost never happens

But something about this just makes the tips of my ears burn so much that my wolf demands to be let out. Howling and growling and pacing, ready to come out and show everyone exactly what a 'good girl' I was. But I fight it back as I always do and ease back into my seat, forcing my body to relax.

I do not know what happened next, keeping my eyes away from 0 and his new friend.

"Miss X," A voice calls, but I'm so focused on not paying attention to my surroundings that I don't hear it at first.

That is until Mister W stands over me and offers his hand out for me to take.

"Partner with me?" He asked, his face neutral, but I could see the hint of playfulness in them. He was ready to fuck shitup.

The wolf in me is what takes his hand, gripping it tight. "Of course."

I could feel everyone's eyes on us but I kept my head up, my spine straight.

The rules are explained again to all of us. I listened closely, my hand gripping Mister W's the entire time.

We weren't going to lose. Not to them.

Not to anyone

As per the organizer, Mister Ws hands were to stay on my legs the entire time, using only momentum, and I would have to sit on his shoulders, my legs hooked around his arms for balance. The goal is not to fall, to keep my back straight and my arms to do all the work.

When that was done and settled, it was hard to ignore how I could feel O's eyes on me. How he stood with this girl I didn't know, how he openly chose her and held her.

I shook myself off of my nerves, facing Mister W, who offered me a small smile.

"Ready?" He asked, looking at no one but me.

My jaw set, I held onto him a little tighter with determination. "Promise you won't drop me?"

He didn't even think about it. "I promise."

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded.

He leans down until he's almost on his knees, so it would be easy for me to get on his back. It was very... awkward. In every sense of the word, I was riding him. Walking up to him to hook both my legs over his broad, strong shoulders, I sat against the back of his neck.

I was just thankful I was wearing underwear, even if it was just a thin piece of material, because with the way my dress was, with the slits on both sides - we were directly in contact in a way I didn't expect to be with anyone but my mate or lover. The nape of his neck was pressed against the lace of my underwear.

And it was a very thin lace.

So thin that I felt all of him and he no doubt felt all of me

When were stable enough, he stands up and I am suddenly seven feet up in the air. I wobbled a little, my hands gripping his soft hair and pulling at his scalp as gravity called me.

My legs squeezed, pressing against Mister W's face to keep my balance. He holds me there and as he turns a little to look up at me, to make sure I'm okay, his lips brush against my inner thigh.

It sent a shiver up my spine and I had to fight not to shudder.

He steadies us, his hand on my knee... up my thighs, keeping me in place.

His hands were hot, his touch even hotter.

F**k. He feels good. He feels really good.

I heard a sound to our left. It's 0 carrying his own girl on his shoulders but with the way he was looking at us- no, at W, it could kill. He didn't hide the fact that he wasn't happy. He showed it shamelessly, glowering and stomping around, not caring that the girl on his shoulders was struggling to stay on top of him.

He wasn't gentle like Mister W, making sure I was okay.

O didn't care if the girl fell.

"O, please," She begged, holding on tight.

But he wasn't paying attention, grunting and stomping.

The pairs that were going against each other were randomly chosen by the numbers they gave us, a bowl of plastic balls holding the number.

We were number seven.

O and his girl were number one.

In the first round, we weren't against each other, nor in the second nor the third

Our first fight was against a couple that was leaning so badly, Mister W and I barely had to do anything but push the girl a little before she fell on her back, the guy unable to catch her fall.

Their first fight was brutal. O ran full speed into the couple with his girl like a wild animal that scratched and hissed at the pair going against them. They also won easily.

With each round that finished, we weren't allowed to go down from our partner's shoulders and in those times that we waited our turn, Mister W would look up. His nose would brush against my thigh.

Every. Time.

Oh, Goddess.

If he didn't fix that soon, he would feel something on the back of his neck.

"You okay?" He always asks.

"Yes." I always replied back, granted it was through gritted teeth because I was fighting the elements just to keep myself from rubbing on him.

Completely oblivious to how he was making me feel, he would pat my thigh and nod, his thumb tracing circles on my leg.

Oh.

I would try to distract myself by whispering strategies to him quietly from time to time.

And he in turn would give me his strategies.

Unfortunately for me, that meant his lips were on my thigh.

"See how they use nails?" He would ask and I would nod, showing my hands to him. "You need to use nails too."

"See how the boy is always centered?" I asked, pointing at someone's bent knees and leaning closer to him so he could hear.

He laughs, making me vibrate against him.

Oh.

"I will, don't worry." He would tell me, hands on my legs.

There were times though, that I saw his cheeks flush.

But I tried not to focus on that.

A drink is offered to him after one of our wins and instead of drinking first, he offers it to me and I take it. When I'm done, I put it in his awaiting hands and watch as he drinks the rest of it. I could feel him swallow, his throat flexing.

It's probably an hour or two of me sitting on him when I start to lean on his head more, my hands holding his hair.

He doesn't stop me, only reaching for my hand and squeezing it affectionately

Victory after victory after victory came until there were only two plastic balls left.

Seven and one.

O meets us in the middle while his girl frowns at me like I didn't impress her. She made a face, her nose turned up as she made a cutting motion across her neck before pointing at me.

Her childishness makes me laugh and the sound of my laugh makes W laugh, having seen what she did.

This frustrates 0 as he doesn't know why we were laughing.

W puts his fist up and, with a smile, I bump mine with his, the perfect team.

Mean forward just a little to whisper in his ear.

. We got this.

"Of course." He agreed with a handsome smile on his lips, but it was there again. The flush of his cheeks.

Theres a count down by the organizer, being echoed by the attendees who have all stood up to watch the finale.

My breath is still, my heart beating loading in my chest.

It's down to three, two, one.

Immediately, O's girl attacks, nails out as she surges forward, letting O balance her out by walking close until he and Ware face to face.

She takes hold of the top of my dress, the pin on my chest her target and starts pulling. I can hear my dress ripping as she pulls and pulls and pulls, but I hold on, thanking my pack for their extensive training so that my core keeps me up.

I squeezed my legs tight, sending a quiet apology to W, who's face was probably getting squished by how hard I was squeezing, but he didn't complain, keeping to his promise to hold and never drop me.

A little too aggressively, I brought down my elbow on her arm that was holding my dress. She gasps, her grip slipping. Surprised by the impact, she doesn't have time to recover as I'm shoving her back with all the force I can muster.

She topples over O's back, her legs held by O was the only thing keeping her up and I think I might actually win when she shows me her own strength as she pulls herself up.

Fixating on the d a m n pin on my dress, she surges forward again, her nails digging down the skin of my chest.

My dress comes apart completely, her hand closing on me.

"Go, X!" I heard Miss A shouting from somewhere in the clearing. "Fu c k her up!"

With a huff, I steel my spine and tug the damned dress off me, leaving me only in my underwear as I shove the entire thing on her face

She wanted it so much? She can have it!

Panicked with her view obstructed, she wrestles with the fabric and just as she comes free, the palm of my hand is shoved against her nose, breaking it the way I was taught.

Her sharp nails latch on my arms and though I can feel the sting of my skin breaking and tearing, I continue to throw my palm into her face repeatedly until I feel blood drip down my hands.

Right as I'm winning, shoving her over O's back until she's literally holding on by a strand of his hair, she whispers hoarsely, "You fu c king bitch."

Suddenly, 0 drops her off his shoulders, ripping her fingers out of his hair and almost stomps on her, his feet on her neck. "What did you say to her?"

The breath was knocked out of her chest, I saw how hard she fell, the sound of a body dropping from over seven feet up in the air, but O mercilessly stood over the startled girl with a broken nose- his partner, her chest heaving as blood dripped down her face. "Say it again! I dare you!" He was shouting, his eyes crazed, his foot on her neck.

Guards and organizers and staff rushed forward, hurrying to the girl's rescue. Because of this, I see members of our pack standing, ready to defend O

Unwilling to let the Games blow up, I jump down from W's back and stand between the rushing group in black, my hand out to them. They stopped, hesitating as I faced 0, pulling him off the girl by his arm.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, but it was like I was yelling with how I said it. "Stop this."

He doesn't understand why I'm mad, his rage and confusion so obvious to me. "She cursed at you! Do you expect me to stand by while she does that?"

"O," I pleaded, hoping he could see the desperation in my voice.

done.

Wars in the past have started for much less than what he's

And I begged and I begged for him to see this through my

eyes.

His father... his father would not want this for him.

He knows this.

He can see it in my face.

Eventually, he lets out a huff before shoving past me to leave the clearing which seems to bring back the air into everyones lungs.

No pin was awarded after that, nor did the party continue, with organizers instructing all the attendees to get ready for dinner tonight and nothing else.