Four And Tris Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I groan as he grins. “Could have fooled me,” he taunts and I really wish I could knock that smile off of his face without pissing my mate off. “Secondly, I don’t need to learn any tricks,” I ground out. Yep, I am going to hit him. Aurora will forgive me. She has too as my mate, anyway. Mates can’t be apart. “Well, my little firecracker has four mates. I’m sure one of you can do the job right,” he continues, unbothered by my death stare.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

I knew Natasha had heard because the moaning stopped, and she slowly removed my dick from her ass and took off the blindfold; She turned toward me with a puzzled look on her face. “Tristan? Why the fuck are you calling me Tristan?” “It was an accident, baby. We were just talking about him; his name was on my mind.” “He was on your mind while you were fucking me?” “It’s not like that baby.” “The threesome is off until we get to the fucking bottom of this.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, okay? I promise. First thing.” Her eyes warmed. She nodded, trying to hide her excitement. Gabe slapped my back. “We’ll grill breakfast tomorrow like old times.” I forced a smile. “Looking forward to it.” Another lie. I wasn’t staying for breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. I’d be gone before any of them woke up. But I couldn’t tell her that. Not tonight. Not when she’d cried in my arms like I’d left her to drown. I stood, adjusting the front of my pants discreetly to hide the painful erection that refused to leave. Trixie noticed. Of course she did. Her eyes flickered down, widened slightly, and a faint pink touched her cheeks.

I cannot live without them. Alpha Hunter stirs beside me, and I turn to face him. I trace the outlines of his face with my finger. His defined jaw and sharp cheekbones. I still find it hard to believe that I have this handsome, loyal, and caring man by my side. I have four of them—okay, minus Killian because I don’t see him filling out any of those qualities, but he’s cool in his own way. I snort. What am I saying? The man is barely managing to tolerate me.

I remembered when I had training with Aron when it was my witch part that was present, in the middle of the training he decided to switch to a duel, he was not merciful at all Aron attacked me on all sides when he was really close to my face he raised his claws and was about to swipe at my neck when my hands transformed to claws at the last minute and I was able to block his attack, but it immediately retracted back. After that it has happened three more time also during intense fights. “ so it’s my turn to talk now huh” I said towards Chase sheepishly. “ yeah, I want to also know what’s going on in your life. I’m your best friend” “ I know and I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark. It’s not

Chapter Two. Camille. “The fuck do you want with her? She is my mate.” Rex snaps. “Was your mate, last I checked you announced Katrina as your mate and a little birdie told me you’ve marked her already.” Ares's amused tone comes next. His words trigger a memory I would have preferred remains forgotten. The night Rex beat me up so bad because Katrina lied that I stole her diamonds, I thought I lost the baby. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he rejected me so openly in front of his entire household.

Instead he sat as far away as possible, asked for earbuds, and has been drinking Irish car bombs and listening to something-maybe music, maybe a string of angry profanity-who knows? Every time my focus strays to him and his relaxed pose, I want to scream. It's irrational, but I hate him for ignoring me so completely that switching off and forgetting I exist when we're locked on the same plane is easy. Since the moment he opened his damn door to me and Tris, my Flint obsession has been reborn. Tris. Fucking Tris. A few seats away, Jay catches my eye. "You all right?" "Fine." I draw circles on the side of my head. "Thinking, thinking, thinking."

he breathed out like a man possessed, as his withdrawal was somewhat faster than the last one. “Oh,” I mewled not even a little shame at the feeling. It feels so good. The thought was the only thing my brain would allow. I cock ached. It ached so bad it hurt. Tristan started to move, thrusting slowly at first before picking up speed. He pounded into my ass, grunting with each thrust. "Fuck, you're so tight," he panted, one hand moving around to fist my cock. “Tris… Tristan,” I was losing my mind.