Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: 181. Nesting V

Maisie

My mornings followed the same routine for pretty much the rest of the second week. I was an emotional mess. Angry one second, happy the next. Sobbing one minute, high as a kite in the next. I became marginally unhinged and possessive, growling whenever anyone came close to my mates.

And then, it shifted again. I became insatiable. Again.

The tonic seemed to turn every instinct inside me up too high. It was like my body had forgotten how to behave like a civilized thing and chosen instead to become a creature made entirely of need.

Sex. Sex. Sex. I wanted it, couldn’t have enough of it.

It did not matter which of my mates was on watch. If one of them was near me long enough, I ended up pressed against him in some empty corridor, making out.

"Please?" I said, purring against Soren, rubbing my breasts against his chest and reaching for his belt buckle. It was too complicated, so I just grabbed his cock through his pants. "Two minutes?"

"You know damned well I last fucking longer than two minutes," Soren snarled at me.

"Really? I don’t remember--"

"I know what you’re doing," he said, snatching his hand back from where he had begun to cup my ass. "School ends in thirty minutes. If you could wait until we got in the car--"

"Can’t wait," I panted, stroking up and down his length. "Please? Just the tip?"

"Never in the history of fucking has it ever been just the tip, Adams," he said with exasperation.

My lips started to quiver. I was going to start crying again. "You don’t like me anymore?"

"Fuck," he said, and lifted me, kissing me so hard, I completely forgot why I was upset, and half stumbled as he navigated us into the janitor’s closet.

And then, he fucked me against the door.

The next day, Mercer was sitting through my classes with me, I flat out took his hand and pushed it under my skirt, blinking innocently at him. We ended up doing it in bathroom. And it was out of commission until the next day because we broke... everything.

And at one point, when I should’ve been studying under Jericho’s supervision in the library, I crawled under the desk and took him so deep into my mouth, he let out such a predatory growl that sent everyone running out of the library. Including the librarian.

Then he was so kind as to reward me by fucking me against the shelves.

I was out of control.

Out of character.

Wild in a way that embarrassed me if I thought about it for too long.

And they never once made me feel foolish for it.

They were patient with me, holding me while I sobbed when my bras stopped fitting—again. When there wasn’t enough chocolates in the night to snack on and I began wailing in the kitchen, Soren took the drive out to buy out an entire cart. Quinlan went halfway across the city to buy me persimmons, and he didn’t get mad when he returned and I didn’t want them anymore.

Then I began hating my own bed.

So I started crawling into Jericho’s instead, curling around him like vines, because he slept better when I was tucked against his chest and, selfishly, I liked the sound of his breathing when he wasn’t fighting nightmares.

When that stopped being enough, I began stealing their scents, too.

Mercer’s shirt at night.

Soren and Quinlan were making dinner. They looked so yummy, wearing aprons on their bare chests like walking brand ads. I had no doubt that if they were running an ad for aprons, it would sell out in seconds.

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