Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: 158. A Very Steamy Bath VI

Maisie

Mercer shifted again, holding me higher by my ass while he drove into me in the unpredictable rhythm he’d been taking me with all night. Three inches deep. He slid out to the tip. Six inches deep. Out. Two inches deep. Out. Seven inches. Three out. Eight. Expand. Nine.

They were so good at this. So good at driving you straight into oblivion and keeping you there, dangling on that edge for hours, begging like an animal in heat.

"Please," I whimpered against his neck. "M-Mercer, please let me–"

I broke off with a moan as he slammed up into me, bottoming out so deep I felt him in my very soul.

This was why.

Because once you got rutted, once they showed you what it felt like to want and be wanted like this–claimed, devoured, owned–everything else felt inferior. A pale, pathetic imitation.

And then, you didn’t just want to be fucked anymore. You wanted a piece of their souls entangled with yours. You ached and yearned for it.

And I suddenly hated Tessa and any other woman he might have touched before me. I scraped my nails hard down his back at the thought that someone else has experienced this ecstatic feeling at his hands. I gripped his hair and tugged hard.

An amused groan escaped him. "What’s gotten you so mad all of a sudden?"

"I’m..." Gasp. "...not..." Breathy exhale. "...mad."

But the burning sting of jealousy and dislike remained sitting uncomfortably in my chest and I grinded harder against him, hoping another high from an orgasm would take away the thoughts and bury them for good.

Mercer stilled, catching my chin and he forced my gaze up to his. His eyes searched mine for half a second and he plucked the thought right out of my head. His eyes softened. "I never liked her, Maisie. None of us did."

"Right," I laughed bitterly. "That makes me feel so much better. Do you four always sleep with women you don’t like? Fuck them against the windows, maybe? Leave bruises on their skin?"

I expected him to try to look guilty about it. But his eyes remained clear. "What happened between Tessa and I, all of us... it was duty. We’ve barely been wedded a month and the Queen has begun demanding heirs. What do you think it was like being engaged to Tessa for years, knowing that refusing wouldn’t end well? Having her take advantage of that, constantly touching all over Soren, despite knowing how much being the royal, prized breeding stud for years affected him. And Quinlan who despises being touched... and Jericho, taking advantage of his severe disorder to–"

He broke off and his body shook with tension.

My eyes had gone wide. "What are you talking about?"

His jaw clenched and he averted his gaze, and I watched him backtrack, draw in a breath and I knew he was shutting me out.

I gripped his cheek, forcing his eyes to mine. "Tell me."

Green eyes tracked my blue ones and I thought he might, but Mercer said, "It doesn’t matter. What happened between us was a necessity to keep you hidden and safe. And we despised every fucking second of it."

Dark brows furrowed. "We’re always hard. And of course, I looked like I was into it. You were standing there in a flimsy pair of shorts and a top that barely hid your tits, looking like you hated me but still wanted me to fuck you..."

I tore my gaze away from his crotch–it was more difficult than I’d like to admit–and met his gaze again. It took me a moment to remember what he’d said, with him twitching like that inside me.

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