Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 255

Chapter 255: 255. The Competition III

Maisie

Ms. Zaytsev was dressed in the smallest suit I’d ever seen in my life.

The skirt was so tight, barely coming down mid-thigh--or maybe she had hiked it up--and all I saw for the first few seconds were her smooth, creamy shaved thighs and long legs.

Then my eyes dragged higher.

Her jacket was unbuttoned, but the blouse beneath it wasn’t. Too many buttons were left open and the deep V of the neckline framed the swell of her breasts, and the red lace of her bra stood out against her pale skin.

Her hair was brushed over her left shoulder, leaving the long line of her neck completely exposed. The soft hollow where her neck met her shoulder was particularly bare, with her jacket pulled even lower at that point to reveal her veins and the pounding pulse beneath.

A rather convenient coincidence, walking into the office of an unmated Lycan male looking like you wanted to get bitten.

Unless it wasn’t a coincidence at all.

It was in the way she held the thin file against her chest, the way she stood with one hip cocked, shoulders angled slightly, the soft bend of her spine pushing her cleavage forward made it obvious that she wasn’t here for a chit chat.

When she shifted her weight, the blouse gaped just enough that I caught the darker edge of an areola before she adjusted abruptly upon sighting me.

"Oh," she exclaimed, yanking down her skirt. "I-I didn’t know you were in. I-I was just going to leave this on your desk," she stammered, waving the file.

My chest tightened. Had this happened before? How many times had she dropped by before classes to personally deliver a file with her lace bra out in the open? Had they... Had they ever... I mean... They seemed fond of each other and... and...

My claws pricked against the inside of my palms as she sauntered over, hips swinging left and right, hiking the skirt even higher.

I wanted to shove her back out the door by the throat. I wanted to rip all her fake highlights out. The surge of emotions that rose inside me was so powerful, I trembled from the force of sitting still and doing absolutely nothing.

I could see her blood splattered across the walls. My fangs were aching to take a bite out of her neck.

She barely spared me a second glance as she dropped a file onto the table and turned her adoring glance towards Jericho. "Here’s what you asked for."

Jericho nodded, collecting the file. "Thank you, Sofia."

They were on first name basis? A bitter taste filled my mouth instantly.

Her red mouth curved into a smile and she took that as permission to lean into the desk, bracing her hand on the edge so close to Jericho, I knew if he looked hard enough, he could see her nipples, too.

"About the other thing... my petition was given much consideration. Come next Wednesday a lighter sentence may be granted. Many are considering the facility’s recommendation. The majority, actually."

She touched his shoulder and I fought back and angry snarl as she ran her fingers up and down his arm, caressing him. "I know it may not be what you hoped for, but it is better than the initial sentencing."

Jericho’s amber gaze was fixed on me. His fingers thrummed against the desk calmly, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

How could he let her put her hands on him like that in front of him? Her breasts were in his face, and admittedly, while he hasn’t looked at her since she walked in, I felt the jealousy choking me to death.

His eyes lowered to where my claws were digging into the desk. And his lips curved with amusement.

He was enjoying this. He was baiting me on purpose, letting another woman put her hands on him just to see what I would do.

Unfortunately, it was working. A little too well.

Sofia looked at me--finally looked at me--and she took her hand off instantly, mainly out of shock. "Excuse me?"

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