Hellbound MC: The Quadruplets’ Forbidden Obsession

Ravishing Her

ADRAIN’s POV

Her moans were music to my ears. I watched Lucian feast on her like a man possessed. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he licked and sucked at her dripping cunt. Rosalie’s legs trembled violently. Every time Lucian’s tongue flicked her c**t, her entire body jolted in my arms.

Theodore broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her throat. His hand stayed under her shirt, pinching and rolling her stiff n*****s. “That’s it, Princess,” he coaxed softly. “Let us hear how good it feels.”

I slid my free hand lower, joining Lucian’s. My fingers brushed through her slick folds, gathering the wetness before circling her entrance without pushing inside. She was so tight, so untouched. The thought that we would be her first — that she was giving this to us — made my c**k throb painfully against my zipper.

“Not yet,” I growled when Lucian started to suck harder on her c**t. “She doesn’t come until she begs.”

Lucian pulled back to smirk up at me, lips shiny with her arousal. “You’re a cruel bastard, brother.”

“And you’re enjoying every second of it,” I shot back.

Rosalie was shaking now, her head falling back against my shoulder. Tears of overwhelmed pleasure glistened at the corners of her blue eyes. “Please…” she whispered.

I nipped the shell of her ear. “Please what, Babygirl? Use your words.”

She tried to form a sentence, but Lucian chose that moment to push his tongue inside her, f*****g her shallowly with it while his thumb rubbed tight circles over her c**t. Her cry was broken and desperate.

Felix chuckled darkly, sliding his hand up to cup her other breast. “Look at our sweet Bunny. Already falling apart and we’ve barely started.”

Theodore kissed the tears from her cheek. “You’re doing so well. Just tell us what you need.”

Her hips rolled shamelessly against Lucian’s face. “I—I need… more. Please, I need to come. It hurts…”

I groaned at the raw honesty in her voice. My fingers joined Lucian’s tongue, two of them sliding through her soaked folds and circling her entrance again without entering. “You want us to make this pretty little p***y come?”

“Yes—yes, please—”

“Then beg for it properly.”

Lucian’s tongue returned to her c**t. Theodore and Felix worked her breasts, sucking and biting her n*****s through the thin fabric of her shirt. I held her firmly against me, grinding my c**k against her ass slowly while I whispered filthy promises into her ear.

“Beg us, Babygirl. Tell your brother’s best friends how badly you need their mouths on this dripping cunt.”

Rosalie’s voice cracked. “Please—please make me come. I need it. I need all of you. Please, Adrian—Lucian—please—”

That was all I needed.

“Now,” I ordered.

Lucian sealed his mouth over her c**t and sucked hard. At the same time, I pressed just the tip of my finger against her entrance, teasing without taking her virginity. The dual sensation shattered her.

Rosalie came with a broken scream, body seizing in my arms as her orgasm ripped through her. Her slick gushed over Lucian’s tongue and my fingers. She shook so hard I had to hold her upright, murmuring praise against her sweat-damp skin.

“That’s it… good girl. Ride it out.”

Lucian didn’t stop licking until she was twitching and whimpering from oversensitivity. Only then did he pull back, chin glistening, eyes dark with satisfaction.

I turned her slightly in my arms so I could see her flushed face, it was dazed and beautiful. Theodore brushed damp strands of blonde hair from her forehead while Felix pressed soft kisses along her shoulder.

But we were far from finished.

I cupped her jaw, forcing her glassy blue eyes to meet mine. “You still aching, Babygirl?”

She nodded weakly.

A slow, predatory smile curved my lips.

“Good. Because now it’s my turn to taste you.”

I lifted her effortlessly into my arms and carried her back into her bedroom, my brothers following close behind. The door shut with a soft click, sealing us inside with the thick scent of her heat and the promise of a very long night.

And we still hadn’t even begun to fill her the way she truly needed.

I laid her down on the bed. Her blonde hair spread across the pillows like a halo, her t-shirt rucked up under her breasts, shorts long gone. She looked wrecked already, flushed, glassy-eyed, and still trembling from the orgasm Lucian had just pulled from her.

But her scent hadn’t lessened. If anything, the first release only made the heat thicker in the air.

“You want more, Babygirl?” I asked, voice low as I stripped off my leather vest and tossed it aside.

She nodded, biting her lip. “It… it feels empty. Please.”

Lucian was already climbing onto the bed beside her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t worry, Kitten. We’re nowhere near done.” He leaned down and claimed her mouth in a filthy, open kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

I settled between her thighs, pushing them wider. The sight of her swollen, glistening p***y almost undid me. I dragged my tongue slowly through her folds, collecting every drop of slick, and groaned at the sweetness. She was addictive.

Rosalie’s hips jerked. Theodore and Felix took her sides. Theodore — always the softer one — cupped her face and kissed her deeply while murmuring praise against her lips. “That’s it, Princess. Let Adrian make you feel good.”

Felix trailed playful but heated bites along her collarbone.

I sealed my mouth over her c**t and sucked, two fingers circling her entrance without pushing inside. Her back arched off the bed with a broken cry. Lucian swallowed the sound, one hand sliding down to roll her n****e between his fingers.

We worked her together.

Every time she got close, we slowed. Lucian’s filthy whispers. Theodore’s gentle touches. Felix’s teasing nips. My tongue and fingers keeping her right on the edge until she was sobbing with need.

“Please—please, I can’t—” she gasped.

“You can,” I growled against her soaked flesh. “Come for us again, Babygirl.”

This time I didn’t hold back. I licked and sucked her c**t with passion while Theodore and Felix each took a breast into their mouths. Lucian kissed her through the scream as her second orgasm crashed over her, harder than the first. Her thighs clamped around my head, body shaking violently.

Still, the heat clung to her.

We didn’t stop.

I traded places with Lucian. Then Theodore. Then Felix. We took turns between her legs, licking and sucking and fingering her outer folds until she came again and again: four, five times until her voice was hoarse and her body was limp with overstimulation.

Somewhere in the haze, she reached for us too. Soft, shy hands stroked over our jeans, then inside, exploring. We let her. Theodore came with a low groan against her thigh when her fingers wrapped around him. Felix laughed breathlessly when she stroked him to the edge. Lucian cursed and spilled across her stomach with a filthy praise. I held out the longest, grinding against her soft palm until I finally came with a guttural snarl against her neck.

By the time the last wave of her heat finally began to ease, Rosalie was boneless between us. Her scent had softened from desperate need into something warm and sated. The worst of the heat had subsided, at least for now.

I gathered her against my chest after we cleaned her up. Theodore slid in behind her, an arm draped over her waist. Lucian and Felix settled on either side, one of her hands tangled with each of theirs.

She nuzzled into my throat, already half-asleep. “Thank you…” she whispered, voice small and exhausted.

I pressed a kiss to her damp temple. “Sleep, Babygirl. We’ve got you.”

Her breathing evened out within minutes. The four of us stayed wrapped around her, listening to the soft sound of her finally resting.

None of us were willing to let her go.