Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: 272. Burn Out I

Maisie’s Lycan

"Maisie," Quinlan started as he walked us past the threshold. When I blinked at him, he flushed red. "Right, Not-Maisie. About what you said back there--"

"You should wait for the girl to wake up," I cut in dryly. "I am not equipped to handle emotional conversations. She’s the one you need to apologize to. Not me."

Though, I wasn’t sure she’d be sane enough for that conversation when she woke.

His eyes lowered with guilt, before flicking back as he scowled at me. "Well? Give her back."

"Why? You don’t like me?" Our nostrils flared. "I’m not Maisie enough for you?"

He glanced down at me, clearly unsure if he had upset me. He had. I was fully prepared to bare my teeth at him, but then I got entirely distracted by his face. The strong yet delicate line of his jaw. The perfect, biteable angles of his cheekbones and neck.

"Fascinating," I murmured, tilting my head. "You’re really pretty, you know that? If I didn’t like you so much, I’d peel your face off and wear it as my own."

He stared at me like I was completely insane. I might need to work on my compliments, I thought, as he said, "Give me back my mate."

"No," I said, flashing a genuine smile that felt just a fraction too wide for the girl’s mouth. "I like being here."

I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t been trapped in a body. Might have been eons ago since I last had a body of my own. It was so long ago, I could barely remember what it felt like to be run my fingers over my own skin.

Being in complete control felt like a vacation.

Her waking life was so painfully serious and borish, the thought of wrecking absolute havoc before she returned filled me with a vicious, tail-wagging glee.

I should mark her territory properly. Take them all on every available surface and drag her deepest, nastiest desires right out into the daylight. Whatever few hours I had, I would ruin her pious, little bubble and leave her to bear the consequences of them.

But I must have spoken so soon, because being in human flesh meant feeling. And the next pang of hunger hit so terribly, I hissed sharply.

Quinlan’s arm tightened around us. "Fuck," he swore, his movements jerky and frantic as he hurried over to the couch, setting us down. "She’s burning up!"

It was called a burnout for a reason. The hollow in our chest suddenly collapsed in on itself, igniting a spark that erupted into a raging, agonizing inferno. I groaned. It felt like we had swallowed a mouthful of white-hot coals.

Our spine violently arched, snapping off the upholstery as the first convulsion hit.

"Hold her down!" Jericho barked.

Heavy knees hit the floor beside my head. His large hands were on us instantly, tearing at the shredded, blood-caked fabric of our clothes to let the unnatural heat radiating off our skin escape.

Fabric ripped and popped. I sighed as the cool air hit our bare flesh, but it did nothing the stop the fire.

Maisie

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