Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: 153. A Very Steamy Bath I

Maisie

The tub was large, but Mercer’s presence made it feel smaller, as he turned his back to me. The steam curled thick around his broad shoulders and I knelt behind him in the water, heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

The bathroom was quiet. Only the soft drip of water from the faucet and the gentle lap against his skin broke the silence.

I dipped a clean cloth into the warm water like he told me to and gently wiped away the blood around the wound.

My fingers brushed his skin and his entire back tensed instantly, muscles rippling under my touch like a live wire.

I swallowed hard, throat dry. My gaze traced the map of faint scars covering his back and shoulders. They were so faint, you wouldn’t even notice them upon close glance. Not unless you knew where to look. Old knife wounds. Jagged bite marks. Several small, silvery circles that resembled old bullet entries.

Mercer got shot... a lot.

The realization settled heavy in my chest.

I pressed one hand to his shoulder to brace myself, leaning over him until my chest nearly brushed his back. The position was impossibly intimate. I could smell him. Clean sweat, faint blood, and that deep, masculine scent that was purely Mercer. My breath ghosted across the nape of his neck. I felt him shiver once.

He handed me the tweezers without a word. I took them with trembling, clumsy fingers.

"Breathe, Adams," he told me.

I wondered how he could be so calm, when he knew how swiftly this could go wrong.

"Ready?" I whispered.

A small nod.

I pressed the metal to his skin as he began to talk me through it.

"Keep the pressure." "A little to the left." "You’ll feel the metal." "Very good, wildcat." "Twist." "You’re doing just fine, May." "Harder." "A little deeper." "Yes. Right there." "You’re a natural."

My breaths became labored for a completely different reason.

"Keep going." "Yes." "Breathe, May." "Deeper." "Perfect."

They were just words. And he spoke them without heat.

But my entire body had turned red. And my insides were warming. I was slowly discovering that I had a praise kink at the worst possible time.

"Twist the forceps clockwise." "No. The other way." "Good girl." "Now pull."

My hands were shaking so hard, I missed the first pull.

I bit my lip and pulled again. The bullet shifted. Another tug, and it came free with a tiny metallic clink as it dropped into the water. I took it out and threw it into the tin beside the tub.

I exhaled sharply. "Please tell me you can still move your legs."

Mercer let out a sound that might have been laughter, if he wasn’t tensed up like a coiled spring. "My legs are fine, May."

"Oh, thank goodness," I doubled over in relief, and without thinking, my fingers began rubbing slow, soothing circles around the wound as I watched it begin to stitch together. It was incredibly slow, and more blood leaked out, like his body was trying to purge out the ash.

I remembered the Exiled girl. I wondered if she survived. I hoped she did.

"It was almost as though they were here for a completely different reason... fuck, that feels so good."

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