Chica En Cuatro Novels & Stories

she says as we each hold a candle in one hand and a stuffed bear in the other. While we wait for her to say "four," none of us look at each other. We're all nervous about our own things right now. Also, about what she'll say and how she'll react to each of us. This can go one way or another. There's really not an in-between. There's never an in-between when it comes to our girl. That's simply nonexistent when it comes down to her. "Four," she says softly. The second the word comes out of her mouth, I swear I feel time slows down.

"Christ gave her something to trigger her heat. Some chemical or injection—I don't know. I was too busy trying not to lose my fucking mind." I cursed under my breath, already feeling it working its way under my skin. "But we're not just her alphas," Damian said quietly, his voice low and tight. "She's... ours." Kael swallowed hard, eyes flicking to Lira. "Fated. All four of us. That heat is gonna wreck us." Lucas nodded grimly. "We'll lose control. I don't care how strong we think we are." Lira whimpered, her hands gripping Lucas's shirt. "It's starting again," she whispered. "I can feel it... and it's worse than before."

Shortly after, I heard the rustling of sheets and felt Luca starting to move around. The more I felt their touches and warm embrace, with all the buzzing electricity and tingles zipping through me, I couldn’t help but get turned on, especially after hearing that delicious morning growl! Just as I began thinking dirty thoughts, Zara decided to poke up and get an early start on her energy charged day, ‘Mmm…these smexy yummy wolves all to ourselves. We should mate them now.’ Did she just… ‘Hold on a whole squirrel’s nut of a second. We have only EVER wanted our MATE. NOW, suddenly, with four wolves claiming they are our mates...NOW you want to throw our fated mate to the wind and mate with them

I point out, unable to really believe we’re having this conversation and all I get in reply is a heart, sexy, laugh. “Oh, I know, and knowing him, he won’t. Whether you want a man to bang you or not is beside the point, Chica. You have sexuality and the goods to make men want you. Work it, play a little. Make Colton regret the day he ever said I don’t. I mean, why make it easy on the boy when it’s so much more fun to make him squirm.” She swings her hips and makes a pelvic thrusting jerk, giggling at her own motion, and goes back to hauling clothes out of the closet and throwing them across to the bed between us. My nerves catapulting to the ceiling as I watch an array of tiny clothing items

he suggested, concern clear in his voice. "No, I'm good. Let's keep going." I wasn't about to let her think she could intimidate me. We went through several more sequences, and each time, Sarah pushed just a little harder. Testing me. Challenging me. Waiting to see if I'd back down. I didn't. Finally, during a grappling exercise, she got me pinned and leaned close enough that only I could hear her whisper. "He's going to be mine. You have three others. You don't need all four."

Chichi removed her panties, showing her naked sexy body. Chichi slowly approached Kaizer. Kaizer was trying to move backwards but he was staring at her body. ‘I don’t know why Chichi really want a sex from me, but maybe I can try it with her, since I really need it now due to my frustration. I still love Sheena but I need to release my anger and frustrations now.’ Kaizer thought.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

, and then I heard the door opening and closing behind him. As I finish with my shoes, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. My dress was long, with long see-through sleeves. The part covering my chest was a baby blue so sparkling that it looked like snow on a sunny day, from my waist, different blue coloured chiffon falling to the floor, like the waves on the sea in a mild storm.

“Please forgive me, Fiona. I can’t live without you.” I smiled slightly. “I can’t live without you either, Mitt. We’ll figure it out, I promise.” We kissed and I just hoped that Uma wouldn’t hate me forever. -- The Fab FOUR hadn’t had a meeting since the blow up, but we had one tonight. I was kind of nervous for it. “Hey Fiona!” Charlie Richarson hurried over to me. “I need a date this weekend. How much would it cost for you to go with me?” “Excuse me?”

One of the elite courtesans with a wide sparkly ball gown hissed, her harsh voice drawing my eyes to her pixie-like face. She was beautiful, but her hate stabbed into my chest like a poisoned arrow, making my shoulders sag as I moved toward the front lines. Everywhere I looked, sparkling fairy lights and disco balls hung down from the pointed ceiling in dainty, exquisite swoops as couples swished and danced around me. I could feel the judging eyes of some wolves as they followed me through the crowd, the heat singing the hairs on the back of my neck. I hadn't even realized I was looking out for The Four until Caius’ stormy gray eyes met mine from across the hall.