Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124: 124. Mrs. Chastain I

Maisie

For all of my bravado, an hour later, I was trembling with nerves outside of a ’beach house’ that rivaled the size of the entire Night Shade pack.

I touched the sunhat Jericho had dropped over my head for the sixteenth time, and I adjusted the matching sarong around my hip, feeling extremely self conscious with the amount of skin on display.

The swim wear was a one-piece-cut-out with a deep v that went all the way to my mid-riff, revealing a scandalous amount of cleavage and my toned, trim belly.

The straps holding up my breasts firmly were just as thin as the thong parting my ass, and I might as well have been naked.

The front door swung open and a maid appeared, grinning from ear to ear. "Messieurs," she greeted perkily, eyes lighting up like jewels.

She was in a short black and white maid uniform pressed too tight to her skin and the first few buttons were popped. The flowery hem teased her long legs mid-thigh, and she looked more an actress roleplaying on a movie set than an actual maid.

And then she curtseyed deeply, flashing the Lycans a beautiful view of ample, creamy breasts and a red lacy bra peaking out from underneath.

Seriously. Was this my life now?

"Camille," Quinlan answered half-heartedly, but not unkindly. "Is mama in?"

The woman’s gaze dropped to where I stood with Quinlan’s arm resting lazily around my waist, surrounded by the Lycans, and her smile faltered slightly. "O-oui," she stammered, then reverted to heavily accented English, eyes still sharp as they took me in like I was an intruder. "She will be down shortly. Just a little occupied—"

Just then, there was a crash upstairs, followed by a boom that made me jump.

Quinlan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Soren chuckled and Mercer scoffed. A small smile danced on Jericho’s mouth.

Another loud thud echoed, shaking the entire house and I turned my gaze to Quinlan. "What is happening?"

Jericho was toying with the ends of my hair. "Relax. This is completely normal."

"The earthquakes?"

"No. Lovemaking," Mercer quipped.

I blinked rapidly, my confusion rising, and another thud rocked the entire house, following the rhythmic thump of a headboard and breathy moans. "Yes... yes... right there... oh god, yes!"

Is that what I think it is—

The thumping sound grew louder. A feminine gasp flitted down, "Harder, you big beautiful brute!"

I gasped.

Mercer’s shoulders shook. A low, helpless laughter escaped him, vibrating against my shoulder, and I jumped again at the hard crash that sounded like furniture cracking. A sting of female French curses erupted, followed by a male snarl so loud and vicious, the hairs on my skin rose.

Quinlan sighed again. "Camille, go prepare the master’s suite."

The maid’s eyes flickered to me again and a frown bloomed on the corner of her mouth before she hurried inside.

Quinlan’s fingers curled on the base of my spine as he nudged me up the steps of the house, while we continued to ignore the noises coming from above.

"Mon bebe!" came a joyful cry from the top of the staircases, interrupting Quinlan, and I turned around.

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