Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: 250. The Bedroom Situation

Maisie

Claws dug into the soft flesh of my ass and spread me open. A hot tongue dragged slowly from my soaked pussy all the way up to my asshole, and a filthy, high-pitched mewl tore from me.

That tongue worked me, over and over, until my thighs shook, every coherent thought in my head burning to cinders.

"Please," I sobbed.

Fangs ran over my clit. "Please what, malyshka?"

The voice vibrated against my folds and a fresh wave of it shot through me.

"Oh... gods..." I gasped, back arching.

His tongue pushed inside me and my head thudded back against the pillows. My fingers fisted in silky black hair and yanked, hard enough that his mouth was forced away from me.

Pitch black eyes caught the light. Silver hair teased his face stuck halfway through a shift. His body was strained with bulging muscles and fur. His lips glistened with my wetness.

"Fuck me," I begged.

Another pair of hands grabbed my thighs, holding them wider for him.

Soren.

Four pairs of black gazes stared at my bared core. Mercer leaned in from the side, mouth closing over one nipple, fangs scraping just enough to make me cry out with pleasure.

Quinlan’s fingers slid between my lips, wetting his fingertips, just so he could sink them into me.

I moaned, raising my hip for more, humping against his fingers helplessly as Mercer sucked hard. "Please. Please. Please."

Jericho’s laugh was cruel. "Greedy."

Quinlan pulled his fingers out of me and Jericho lifted my thighs higher, curving them around his torso. Mercer bit down on the side of my breast. Quinlan used his fingers to spread my wetness on my other nipple so he could suck it off. Soren appeared over my head, his cock pressed against my lips.

I opened for him, moaning around the length of him as Jericho finally sunk into me in one long, hard, thrust–

A hand closed over my shoulders, shaking me hard, and I woke up with a startled scream.

"Shit, Adams," Soren said. "Are you trying to blow out my eardrums?"

"What–what happened?" I panted, glancing around. The room was dimly lit, my surroundings snapping into focus as dreams cleared from reality.

No. Not a dream. A memory.

"You were moaning," Soren said, yanking my attention back to him. "You sounded like you were in pain."

And this was why I now preferred to sleep alone or not at all. I was either being plagued by vivid nightmares or I was being plagued with sex dreams. On some nights, if I was extremely unlucky, I got both.

I choked on my spit and began coughing. "Ah, yes. Well, I... I’m in a lot of pain. Cramping. Lots of... cramping... you know... female stuff," I lied, holding the sheets close to my chest, hoping it didn’t smell like desire in here.

He cocked a brow at me like he could smell my bullcrap, but he only turned around, running a towel through his damp hair.

My senses took leave of me instantly as I ogled him.

Sweet. Moon. Goddess.

He was naked.

Water trickled down his toned torso, the muscles of his arms bunching with every movement. I didn’t think it was possible to find a person’s back attractive, but I was drooling over it. The shape of his ass as he crossed the bedroom and grabbed a robe from his closet. The slight turn he made that showed off how heavily hung he was as he tugged on the robe, tying it loosely around him.

I didn’t trust him to keep his hands to himself. Neither did I trust myself–my Lycan–around him. It would be cataclysmic, a recipe for a hot steamy–er... disaster.

Was it too much to hope he would let me take the bed and him the couch? Yes Maisie. Some rom-com bullshit.

I paused.Yes. God, yes. "No."

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