Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: 156. A Very Steamy Bath IV

Maisie

I felt the orgasm building not like a detonation, something catastrophic and inevitable.

And when he sucked so hard, I saw stars, and his fingers curled just right, it hit.

I screamed his name so loud my throat went raw. My insides clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic spasms, and through it all he kept licking, kept stroking, drawing it out until I was sobbing, oversensitive, trying to squirm away. He pinned my hips with his free arm and didn’t stop until I was begging.

"Please—Mercer—please—"

He lifted his head. His mouth and chin were wet, glistening with my slick. The sight of him like that sent me into a frenzy and I was moving, my chest slamming into his, knocking us back hard enough that the tub cracked at the edge.

But I didn’t care as he caught me with a soft laugh.

I straddled his hips, one leg on either side, and positioned myself over him.

"Adams, wait—shit."

I felt the head of his cock nudged my entrance, and I bore down hard.

We both groaned. My nails dug into his shoulder as my eyes widened and watered, trying to readjust around a size I had forgotten. But my inner walls were too excited, gripping around the inch of him happily, refusing to let go so I could take more.

"Moon fucking—fuck. You’re strangling me, woman."

Mercer bit against my shoulder, scattering ravenous kisses down my throat, across my collarbone. And then, he dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. "Relax and release, May. Think you could do that for me?"

I nodded. Yes. Anything. I would do anything to feel him moving inside me.

His tongue lashed against the aching heaviness of my breasts, applying just the right amount of pressure, and an ’oh’ sound escaped me as another inch of him fucked into me.

He growled deeply, shaking with restraint, continuing his assault as I contracted and released around him, taking him inch by inch, until I was full, so full of him, my throat tightened like he was in there.

My mouth fell open. My eyes rolled back. My hands found purchase on the tub behind him, and I started to move.

Mercer pulled back and I opened my eyes to find him watching where I rocked against him, rolling my hips and letting out soft gasps every time the base of his knot brushed over my clit.

He watched me like he was helpless. Ensnared. There was such endless hunger in his eyes, it drove me wild.

If a little insane.

I lifted myself almost off his cock until there was nothing but the tip left inside, and I slammed back down. The impact rippled through my ass, my thighs, my belly. Mercer shouted something wordless and his hands shook with restraint as his hips bucked up to meet me.

But he didn’t take his eyes off me. It was like he was physically incapable of doing so.

He watched me reach back and grip his thighs. He watched me spread my thighs wider. And he watched me ride him.

I didn’t think I knew what I was doing. But weeks of being mindlessly in heat had made me retain muscle memory.

My body remembered everything my mind did not, and it remembered how to ride my men.

Slowly at first. Until I was drenched enough to change the rhythm. And my nails sank into his knees, drawing blood, as I came down faster, harder.

His green eyes widened. And his lips parted. His brows furrowed. And for a second, there was something so pure and soft and in his expression, that it frightened me.

Because I recognized it.

I’d seen my mother look at my father the same way, every day. I’d seen it in the way Mr. Chastain looked at Violette.

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