Hellbound MC: The Quadruplets’ Forbidden Obsession

Release

ROSALIE’s POV

Today wouldn’t be the first time I have m*********d a handful of times in the past. (Technically, an amateur exploration of my body, but I suppose that counted too). Although, it was never in a situation as this one, or in a shared apartment where alphas known for their sharp hearing lived just next door.

I will be extra quiet and careful not to make any odd noise.

I concluded and climbed back into the sheets of my bed. I pulled the covers over my legs and spread them under the sheets with my knees slightly elevated, allowing my dress to drop, giving me an entrance. I slipped my right underneath the covers too and trailed it down my thigh until I reached my core, where I felt the sensation more seriously.

“Oh,” I gasped softly the moment my hands brushed against my c**t, still covered by my blue cotton panties; my whole body tensed up.

My entire body trembled, begging for more, every nerve feeling impossibly sensitive. I buried my face into my pillow to muffle every sound, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

I hated this.

I hated that my body no longer felt like my own. That every instinct drowned out reason, leaving me desperate for relief from the relentless ache.

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to focus on nothing except making the unbearable feeling stop.

Ugh! I needed more. I pulled the covers aside and peeled my dress off over my head and discarded it on the floor beside my bed. My panties followed, leaving me completely bare. From the mirror conveniently placed right opposite the bedroom, I saw myself in full.

My bright blue eyes stared back at me, sprawled over the bed with my legs wide open. From the mirror, I could see my wetness as it dripped down my ass.

My long blonde hair cascaded down around my shoulders, and my pink n*****s hardened as my small perky breasts rose and fell along with my chest. My breathing was rapid from both nervousness and impatience.

I needed release, and I needed it now!

My fingers trembled as I slid them down my stomach, past the soft curve of my hips, until they reached the slick heat between my thighs. I was soaked—embarrassingly so. The moment my fingertips brushed over my swollen c**t, a sharp whimper escaped my lips. I bit down hard on the pillow to silence it, but the ache only intensified, pulsing deep inside me like a second heartbeat.

Just this once, I told myself. Just to make it stop.

I circled my c**t slowly at first, then faster, my hips rocking instinctively into my hand. My strokes sent sparks shooting up my spine. My other hand moved to my breast, pinching a hardened n****e as I imagined—no, don’t think about them—but the thought came anyway.

Four pairs of intense eyes. Four powerful bodies. The quadruplets next door. Adrian’s stormy grey gaze pinned me down, Lucian’s wicked smirk and ripped chest. The others… God, I couldn’t even name them without my core clenching.

A fresh gush of wetness coated my fingers. I slipped one inside myself, then two, pumping in time with the frantic circles on my c**t. The obscene wet sounds filled the room despite my efforts to stay quiet. My legs shook, knees falling wider apart as I f****d myself harder, chasing that edge.

“Oh… f**k…” I moaned into the pillow, voice muffled but desperate. Their faces flashed behind my closed eyelids—their strong hands, low growls, the scent of leather and alpha musk that always lingered in the hallway. I pictured them watching me, touching me, claiming me.

My walls tightened around my fingers. The pressure built impossibly fast, coiling tight in my belly until…

I came with a broken cry, back arching off the bed, thighs quivering violently. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, but even as the orgasm faded, the heat didn’t. It only burned hotter, leaving me panting, empty, and already aching for more.

I barely had time to catch my breath before my hand was moving again. This time more desperately, chasing a release I already knew wouldn’t be enough.

Two fingers plunged deep inside my dripping p***y while my thumb rubbed tight, desperate circles on my swollen c**t. Soft, breathy moans I couldn’t hold back filled the room as I pictured them again. My back arched off the bed, blonde hair sticking to my damp skin. The coil in my belly tightened again, hotter and more intense than before.

“Please…” I whimpered into the pillow, not even sure who I was begging. Another orgasm crashed into me violently, leaving me shaking and still painfully empty.

The heat refused to subside.

ADRIAN’s POV

The engine schematics were spread across my desk, but I hadn’t looked at them in the last five minutes. Lucian was mid-sentence about the new exhaust mods for the bikes when I smelled it.

Sweet. Overwhelming. Like honeyed vanilla and warm summer rain, thick enough to coat my tongue.

Omega.

Rosalie.

My head snapped toward the wall that separated our rooms. Lucian’s words died instantly. His nostrils flared, pupils blowing wide as the same realization hit him. A soft, breathy gasp filtered through the thin wall, followed by the rustle of sheets and the unmistakable wet sound of fingers moving through slick.

“f**k,” Lucian growled under his breath, gripping the edge of the desk so hard the wood creaked. “She really is in heat.”

I could hear every frantic little movement: her rapid breathing, the way her thighs shifted against the sheets, the desperate circles she was making over her c**t. Another muffled moan slipped through, and my c**k hardened instantly, straining painfully against my jeans.

The scent was getting stronger, flooding our room through the shared wall and under the door. My gums ached with the urge to drop my fangs. Every alpha instinct roared at me to kick the door down, bury my face between her thighs, and lap up every drop of that sweet slick until she screamed my name.

But she was trying so hard to be quiet. The thought made something twist in my chest—half protective, half feral.

“She can’t handle this alone,” I muttered, voice rough. “With how strong her scent is, it must be her first heat. It’ll only get worse.”

Lucian’s jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything, but I knew him well enough to read the storm in his eyes. The same jealousy I felt was burning through him too. The idea of her crawling to some other alpha for relief—some random knot that wasn’t ours—made my vision bleed red.

Mine.

Ours.

I forced the thought down. We hadn’t claimed her. We hadn’t even told her how f*****g insane she made all four of us. And we can’t. She was Levi’s little sister. Forbidden on every level. But hearing her whimper and moan like that, imagining her small fingers failing to satisfy the deep, aching need inside her… it was pure torture.

Another broken cry came from her room, higher this time, edged with frustration. She’d come once, but it wasn’t enough. I could already tell.

Theodore and Felix appeared at my doorway, drawn by the same intoxicating scent. Lucian’s jaw clenched. Theodore looked ready to punch a hole through the wall, while Felix paced, running a hand through his black hair. The same jealousy I felt was burning through all of us.

“What do we do?” Theodore asked, his voice strained.

“Nothing.” I replied instantly.

Lucian stood up so fast that his chair scraped loudly against the floor. “Adrian…”

“I know,” I said, fists tight at my sides. My control was fraying with every slick sound and needy gasp. “We wait. But if she comes looking for help… we don’t let her go to anyone else.”

My brothers nodded in agreement. We might not be able to voice the full extent of our jealousy yet, but there was no way in hell we were letting another alpha anywhere near her while she smelled like this.

Her next moan was louder.

And the night was only just beginning.