Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: 121. Sweet Dreams I

Maisie

They were everywhere.

I knew it was a dream. One of those that had no sensible beginnings or endings. The kind you became aware of smack dab in the middle.

And goddess, was I aware.

I was on my hands and knees and a hand dug against my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, working a shaft into me from behind. Slowly. It was so slow, it made me want to scream. The head of him caught in my rim and I could feel every ridge, every vein etched into his skin as he pushed deeper, too large to bottom out.

Jericho.

Fingers threaded in my hair and I was yanked up. Violet-blue eyes glinted in the dark and Soren pushed inside me.

I gasped. I was drenched, my insides clinging to them. Jericho went slow. Soren went hard. My nails curled into Soren’s skin and I cried myself hoarse.

"That’s it," Jericho’s voice came from somewhere above me, rough as gravel. "Squeeze for us, malyshka."

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. Something venomous curled on the tip of my tongue. But I didn’t need to fight here. They would never know if I simply enjoyed this here. I could go back to hating them when I awoke.

I pushed back against him, grinding hard, and the sound that came out of me was a husky mewl.

Jericho’s hips smacked against the curve of my ass. Soren’s nails dug into my breasts. I was so full—so impossibly full—and then, there were different hands on me. Mercer’s hand jerked my neck forward and he sank into my mouth with a sharp snarl. And Quinlan was underneath my parted knees, spreading them wider so he could plunge his tongue into my pulsing heat.

The dream shifted without warning.

One moment, I was on all fours, and the next, I was sprawled on silk sheets that stuck to my sweat-slicked skin, staring at a white ceiling.

Alone.

My thighs were clamped tightly together and I moaned softly, clenching around nothing.

"Look at her."

I stiffened, head whipping right at the mockery in Quinlan’s voice.

They were all there, watching me. Mercer leaned back against the door, thick arms crossed over his chest. The heat of his green eyes dragged over my skin.

Quinlan stood by the far wall, half in the shadow, blue eyes catching in the soft light. Jericho was the closest, standing at the foot of the bed, his head tilted like he was thinking hard about something. And Soren had claimed the armchair beside Quinlan, legs spread, chin resting on his fist.

Even in the dark, he was beautiful. His black brow rose. "Don’t stop on our account," he murmured, glancing pointedly at where my fingers had been traveling down my shorts.

"Go away," I moaned, eyes heavy with lust and sleep.

I knew they weren’t really here. I’d had enough of these dreams in the last few weeks that sometimes, they tended to feel so damned real. Now was one of those times, and it only made a spike of heat swim through my belly.

The idea of being watched by them.

"Is that what you want?" Soren asked. "Somehow, I really doubt that."

No, that was, in fact, the last thing my body wanted. Mercer had a direct view of my parted shorts, and my mouth went dry as his gaze fixed on my core.

He said hoarsely, "If we don’t get to touch you, the least you could do is put on a show." A pause. "Touch yourself. Go slow."

I should wake up. I should force myself awake, shake off whatever this was...

His nostrils flared and he jerked in his chair. He dragged his fangs over his lower lip and flashed a sharp smile. "Please, love?"

Soren reached up and loosened his tie. "Take that off, too." A pause. "Please."

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