Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: 155. A Very Steamy Bath III

Maisie

Mercer’s nostrils flared and his hand was in my hair, wrenching me forward until his lips hovered close to mine. For a moment, he did nothing but breathe in the same air as me.

And I did nothing but breathe him in.

And then, we collided.

My whole body seized from the force of it. It felt like a burn, a brand, like the first touch after years of sensory deprivation.

I wanted to touch him.

I wanted to claw at him, bite him, taste his skin with my lips. The wanting was so vast it felt like it might split me open.

My hands found his hair. His hands found my face, both palms cradling my jaw, and then I was making a desperate sound that was both a sob and a growl.

There was no finesse to it. Just raw hunger. Teeth and tongue, nails and fangs. His lower lip split against my fang and the taste of his blood touched my tongue.

He kissed me harder and I bit him again, just to hear the pleased grunt that vibrated in his throat.

His hands slid down my neck, my shoulders, the wet slope of my breasts, mapping me out with urgency. "Fuck, I forgot how soft you are here—" he squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, sucking, flicking, nipping, scraping and sucking again in a maddening rhythm until I was arching and moaning against his lips. "—and here." He brought his other hand down hard on the curve of my ass and I yelped.

He sucked the sound into his mouth and rasped against me "Tell me you like me best."

"Earn it," I hissed, fisting my hand in his hair and yanking his head back so I could press my mouth to his pulse point and suck.

Hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough that he groaned and bucked under me.

The sound lit the fire between us like gasoline.

Mercer surged forward, arms banding around my waist, and then he was lifting me, turning us both, and my back hit the cold slope of the tub.

He loomed over me, dripping, his hair plastered to his forehead, his cock hard against my inner thigh.

I looked down. Looked at it.

He was so hard, the head was flushed dark and I could make out just how many veins ran up the sides of his shaft. Enough to make my mouth water. I’d never quite been as fascinated by a cock like I was Mercer’s.

It curved slightly to the left and I knew it was a terrible time to remember Regina, but she’d once said in the passing that the curved ones worked best.

Though, I didn’t understand it at the time, I thought I was about to.

Mercer spread my legs. His voice dropped to a register I barely recognized. "Put your hands on the edge of the tub. And hold on."

The command slid into me and settled deep inside me. I did it. My fingers curled around the porcelain edge, knuckles whitening. Mercer watched me, tracking the movement, and something flickered across his face. Male pride, maybe. Satisfaction.

"Lift your hips for me." I did. "Very good. Spread your thighs wider. I want to look at you."

"Mercer, please."

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