Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: 253. The Competition I

Maisie

I woke slowly to something warm and solid beneath my cheek. I inhaled deeply. The spicy male scent settled so deeply inside of me, I instinctively snuggled closer, running my nose up and down the strong column of throat.

Goddess, but he smelled delicious.

My hands drifted off their own free will, yanking aside the shirt under my cheek so I could feel more of that hot skin.

A little sound escaped me. A tiny, contented coo. And for a few seconds, I just existed in that cocoon. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.

My fingers roamed higher as I tried to break through the extreme drowsiness. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so fitfully.

Another soft sound escaped me when a hand moved under my shirt, along my ribs. It moved absent-mindedly, tracing a gentle path along the uneven patterns of my scars.

It rose a little higher, skimming the scar on the underside of my breast and I felt it like a string had been plucked in my pussy.

My eyes flew open, sleep disappearing in an instant.

I cringed away so quickly, I got tangled in the sheets and nearly fell off the bed.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at Jericho.

He was waking too, his expression briefly clouded with sleepy confusion, until he saw the frightened look on my face.

"If you’re asking if I took advantage of your vulnerable state last night and fucked you, then you really must think I’m animal," he said, butchering the words in his Russian accent that came out deep and irritated.

The events of last night came rushing back and I tried not to die from the second hand embarrassment of it all.

I wanted to find some hole and hide in, so I wouldn’t have to face them, the pity or disgust on their faces or the questions they would have for me.

But Jericho didn’t ask a single thing as he pushed to his feet, how night shirt crinkled around his hulking frame. The top button was missing and I flushed when I realized that was my doing.

His hair was disheveled, sticking up this way and that and my Lycan preened, whispering mad things that all entailed tackling him back into bed and fucking him until we both couldn’t walk. That, and strawberry pie recipes.

She seemed oddly... excited.

Which made one of us.

"Shut up, will you?" I growled inwardly.

But she hummed pleasantly, "Something’s coming today, girl. I can feel it. Gods beyond, how long has it been? Now, would that need one or two eggs? Maybe the whole crate? Oh, I could think of eggs that need hatching. You should get on your knees and hands and put your body to work, little girl. Pups. We should have pups. Lots of them. Touch his knot. He’ll like that. Oh, a wonderful day indeed."

See? Insane.

"Be down in an hour. I’ll take you to school," Jericho said, strolling for the door.

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