Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: 130. Nightmares II

Jericho

The order rang out somewhere in the dark. It made him more frenzied. The slide of her hot skin right next to mine, the smell of blood, the pumping of her heart. It enticed him even closer to the surface. And my claws ripped into the sheets as I gripped hard.

The bedframe cracked underneath us.

I caught my reflection in her eyes. Pitch black eyes. Dark veins. Darkening, morphing skin. Fanged teeth. And yet, she held still.

"How?" I whispered, throat closing around the words. "How can you look at me like that? I was hurting you."

Her fingers tightened against my jaw. "You were having a nightmare. You still are."

"I was strangling you." The words echoed between us. Ugly, rotten, true words. "I could have killed you. I want to hurt you."

Her nose nuzzled against mine. She was so warm. "That isn’t true. That isn’t who you are."

My Lycan laughed darkly at that. "You don’t know what I am, malyshka."

Her thumbs brushed my cheeks, curled gently in my hair. "You’re Jericho."

Something inside me splintered. "May—"

"You’re Jericho," she repeated, breath mingling with mine, like the words were enough. Like they were everything. "If you must be a monster, then you’re my monster. My Jer."

She meant them. I could hear it in the steady thrum of her heart, see it in the way she held herself absolutely still. Waiting. Open. Offering something I wasn’t even sure she understood.

She didn’t know.

Didn’t know how wrong she was.

Didn’t know that the only thing separating the man from the monster was a threadbare leash I’d been clutching for an entire decade. She didn’t know that leash was snapping, strand by strand, right now, right here, with her blue-fire eyes and her steady heart and her fucking smile.

I wanted to protect her. Cherish her.

He wanted to devour her. Wanted to sink fangs into her delicate neck again. Wanted to feel her pulse stutter against his—our—tongue. Wanted to fuck her so deep she’d feel me in her throat, wanted to leave marks on her hips that wouldn’t fade for weeks, wanted to split her open and crawl inside her and—

His hunger tangled with mine into something indistinguishable, and my hand rose before I could stop it.

Shot out and wrapped around her throat.

I gripped her hard enough to feel the delicate architecture of her trachea, the flutter of her swallow, the jump of her carotid under my thumb.

Maisie gasped.

Her eyes went wide. Finally. Finally, there was the fear I’d been waiting for—

No. Not fear.

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