Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: 131. Nightmares III

Jericho

She was panting. She shook her head, fighting something as her eyes blinked from blue to black to red. It remained on red. Her lips were kiss swollen, chin smeared with a hint of red.

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Her head dripped and her full mouth pressed to the hinge of my jaw. Soft. Then harder. Her teeth scraped along the bone, and a shudder wracked through me so violent the bedframe cracked again.

"May," I started, melting like fucking butter as her tongue traced the column of my neck slowly, teasing, tasting where my pulse hammered against her lips.

If she kept doing that, I was going to fuck her through those shorts.

"Shut up," she growled against my neck and nipped my skin.

She didn’t quite sound like herself. Her voice was sultrier, huskier, and I recognized just who was at the wheel.

When she kissed me again, it was violence. Deep and thorough, her tongue sliding against mine with a patience I didn’t have, a control I’d lost the moment I’d tasted her blood. She bit my lower lip, gentler than before, but still enough to sting, and sucked it into her mouth, soothing the hurt with a stroke of her tongue that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily.

I was rutting against her like an animal, wrists jerking against her grip.

She was strong. Enough to rival us. If I tried, I could flip us over. But there was something about her stealing the reins from me that made me harder than I’d ever been in my life.

My Lycan both hated and loved it.

"Let me touch you," I gasped against her mouth as her thighs tightened around mine, her pussy pressing hard against my cock through the layers of fabric between us, and the friction made me groan.

"Take what I give you," she said cruelly, and her hands left my wrists, just so she find the remnants of my shirt and rip.

Her palms flattened on my chest, hot and small and clawed, sliding down over the ridges of my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle like she was mapping out her territory.

"Don’t tell the others," she purred, lowering her head to lick my chest and my body jolted in response. "But you’re my favorite."

My cock jumped against her.

"For now," she giggled and kissed a hot trail down, down my chest with little bites here and there, rolling her tongue over my nipple, until I was dying to feel some of that warmth grabbing my dick.

"Want me to touch you?" she purred, her mouth close to my waistband now, the cruel little thing.

I nodded, hissing as her fangs scraped against my pelvis.

"Ask nicely." Her fingers toyed with my waistband. "And I just might."

She wanted me to beg. I saw the cruel satisfaction in her reddened gaze. She was toying with me. I could almost taste the scent of her arousal at the back of my tongue, but she was more content with watching me come apart than fucking me.

I growled. I didn’t beg.

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