Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: 140. ‘Copulating’

Maisie

There were no gentle remarks. No praises. No soft kisses on my skin. No caresses. I hated it. But I felt the pleasure cramping low in my stomach, where he was hitting so deep, I felt him in my gut with every mean thrust.

Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t want it to be like this. I wanted to take back the word, even if it was the only wall I could hide behind. I wanted to apologize for saying it in the first place.

But I buried it. I had nothing to apologize for. They ought to apologize to me. Every day. Every minute. Every second.

The air of hostility in the booth scraped against my skin, wedging the tension into my bones, and though a single tear rolled down my left cheek, I was weeping between my legs too, gushing around Quinlan as he rocked back and forth, hard, brutal, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk out of here on my own tonight.

Mercer yanked at my hair with an angry growl and pushed past my lips.

I sputtered angrily around his cock, jerking back. But he held me firmly in place, choking off my angry growling by hitting my throat.

Angry tears spilled down my cheeks and Mercer got harder for it, his thumb catching a drop of it, and he smeared it across my lips with a harsh order, "Harder."

He made a low sound, hand fisting in my hair as my cheeks hollowed. Quinlan’s breaths were rough against my ear and his touch is inescapable, hand cupping my breast, rolling my nipples between forefingers and thumbs.

I was trying so hard to ignore the sight of Soren in my periphery, eyes equally hateful as he pumped his length in his fist, of the hunger in Jericho’s eyes as he did nothing but watch me clench around Quinlan, of Quinlan’s hand skating down my ribs, that I was taken by surprise when Mercer began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

My hands shot up to his hips, holding him back, but his eyes narrow, grip tightening in my hair.

Quinlan hit a spot that made my vision burst white and the building ache between my legs reached a full crescendo, and I was clenching and coming prematurely, half-registering Quinlan’s sharp inhale as bursts of warmth filled me up, his base expanding to hook us together.

Mercer spilled down my throat, hot and pulsing, filling me up in the same way Quinlan did.

Too much. Too large. And yet, I was hot again, tightening with hunger for more, even as his cum dripped down my thigh. And I knew they both felt the same way when they both twitched inside me, growing harder than before.

A moan echoed in my chest and I shoved it down, down, where it would never see the light of day.

But Quinlan nipped on my pulse. "Should I tell them how wet you are for this? Maybe I should let them see."

My nails dug into Mercer’s hip as I fought back, but Quinlan pulled out of me, and the contents of the table were thrashed into the ground and I found myself yanked off Mercer, my back hitting the smooth surface, my legs spread wide for them to see.

I tried to snap my thighs back together, but found that I couldn’t move them.

Or my hands.

I was strapped down to the table, Quinlan’s fingers tightening the bind around my ankle. I yanked my foot and hands, and found that the contraption held against my strength.

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