Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: 168. The Ride Back Home I

Maisie

"You sit down!" I snapped at him, which was silly, considering he wasn’t even standing. "You’re being irrational—"

He was glaring at my mouth. "You left the house without informing us—"

"I wasn’t aware I had to inform you of everywhere I went, and Richie brought me to school—"

"I brought you breakfast. I wanted to watch you train. Spend time with you. Instead I walk in and see that bastard kissing what’s mine."

The word "mine" sent a stupid flutter through my stomach. I tried to ignore it. And then he added in what I would have called a sulk if a grown man could sulk, "But clearly, you don’t need me around. You need a fucking babysitter since we can’t leave you alone for five-fucking-minutes—"

I was ticked off again. "I do not need a babysitter—"

" And since when do you wear lipstick anyway?" he grunted, ears and cheeks red. He shoved a black handkerchief at me, the fabric warm and carrying his scent. "Wipe it off. It’s fucking distracting."

"Distracting for who?"

He looked angry again. "How the fuck is anyone supposed to get their work done when you look like that?"

I stared at him, flustered, heart racing for some odd, stupid, irresistible reason. I yanked my hand out of his grip, but he only pulled me closer. "You’re blaming Ryder attacking my lips on a choice of cosmetics that you four purchased for me along with my wardrobe—"

His hand clamped around my arm and he wrenched me onto his thighs, our noses nearly touching, breaths mingling hot and ragged. "The last thing I want to hear after watching that is Ryder’s name, your lips, or any parts of you, in the same sentence."

Amber eyes flicked to my mouth and there was a flicker of arrogant, possessive annoyance again. So I smiled sweetly and licked my bottom lip, balancing precariously on him. "Too bad. I was going to tell you about how good of a kisser he was, and how his tongue felt like—"

Jericho’s hand shot out, gripping my chin firmly. His eyes were blazing. "Keep annoying me, malyshka." He pulled me into him by my waist. "You’re going to regret doing that in exactly one minute."

I opened my mouth to give him a speech about territorial assholes and how he was acting like one when he grabbed me hard by the back of my hair and brought his mouth down in a brutal kiss. I almost pulled away so I could finish my tirade before realizing I wanted the kiss so much more than a fight.

Jericho let out a rough breath, his hands diving under the hem of my top, smoothening over my bare skin.

My skin prickled with heat, even as the aircon blasted cool, leather scented air into the car, and I gasped against his mouth when I tipped and my back hit the seat, sending a stack of papers flying into the ground.

"What is..." I trailed off as I noticed a few red and blue markings over each sheet. "Are those test sheets?"

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