Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: 167. Weakness

Maisie

Ryder’s tongue pried my mouth open, forcing himself into me, into the space where I could still taste Mercer from yesterday. I pushed hard at his chest with everything I had, but he held firm, using his weight to keep me in place as his tongue swept over the roof of my mouth, against my teeth, claiming my mouth—

Then he was gone, flying across the ring and slamming into the post. The ring shuddered from the impact, and Ryder slid down before finding his feet again.

The training hall went completely silent.

Jericho stood in the ring.

He had his Combat uniform pants, a black muscle tank on, and that lethal calm that I now knew was an indicator that someone was about to die.

Ryder spat blood onto the ring floor, wiped his lip, and smiled through it. "There you are. I was beginning to think I would have to dip my hands into her golden honeypot before I got your attention," Ryder said pleasantly. "I wonder, does her pussy taste as good as—"

"Jericho, stop," I yelled, because it was clear Ryder was spoiling for a fight.

Neither of them looked at me as they clashed.

Ryder was faster than he had been with me, significantly faster, and I gasped when he slipped under Jericho’s opening swing, drove his elbow up into his ribs, and they came together in the middle of the ring with a force that vibrated through the floor and sent the students nearest the ropes stumbling back.

"Stop," Instructor Warren ordered, like it made any difference. I thought I heard him call for security when it became clear as day that they were both going for the kill.

The violence in the air grew and I smelled blood.

Juliette’s and Regina’s faces appeared in front of me and she held my shoulder, the latter touching my face gently.

"You okay?" Juliette asked softly.

I nodded, staring at the scene before me, watching it grow progressively worse as Ryder fought fast and dirty against a stronger Jericho.

He got a knee into Jericho’s thigh. Got a hand in his collar. Got under his centre of gravity for one half-second before Jericho corrected, and in that half-second he drove Jericho into the ropes hard enough to make them sing.

Jericho came off the ropes with a hiss. Got a hand on Ryder’s arm, and screams echoed in the hall when the sound of a popped shoulder leaving its socket echoed through the hall.

Ryder howled.

He went to one knee, arm hanging at the angle it was not supposed to hang, face gone white. Jericho stood over him, chest heaving. And then, he clasped his hands around Ryder’s head.

Oh god. He was going to rip his head off.

Meanwhile, Bastian and Kisten did nothing to separate them. In fact, they seemed more than content with watching from the sidelines.

"Jericho, stop."

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