Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: 273. Feeding I

Maisie

The words sank somewhere in my subconscious before dissolving to nothing.

My nails dug into Soren’s skin as my jaw locked. Life. There was so much life, so much strength in him and I didn’t have enough. I was siphoning it from his veins, swallowing it down in greedy, violent gulps, entirely uncaring that the frantic pulse against my tongue was beginning to stutter and slow.

And I might have taken it all if a strong arm didn’t hook around my waist, tearing me off of him. I screamed in outrage, kicking and thrashing to get back to him.

Some part of me registered that Soren looked deathly pale, even as his lips parted in a dazed, flustered look. His violet blue eyes were glass and fully dilated, and as he touched his ravaged, bleeding neck, his expression sparked with unrestrained hunger.

It might have been killing him. But he wanted more.

The thought of him letting me pin him down and take everything I needed set my skin on fire, and a tortured sob tore from my throat.

"You’ll kill him, cherie," Quinlan panted, locking his arms around me as I thrashed wildly against his chest. "You’re taking faster than his body can replace--"

Quinlan’s words became meaningless noise as his own scent flooded my lungs. Sex, silk, spice, and hot, rushing blood. My stomach cramped violently. He smelled just as delicious as Soren. I wanted him. I wanted to devour him.

I tipped my head back and slammed my skull directly into his nose.

Quinlan groaned, the shock loosening his grip just enough. I turned on him and pounced like a starving animal. We hit the floor hard, his hands catching my waist to absorb the impact.

A pained moan escaped me as the fire returned tenfold, pooling heavy and molten in the pit of my stomach.

I surged upward, my fingers locking around his throat as I crashed my mouth against his. I flicked my tongue over a split in his bottom lip, tasting blood. I moaned, my core heating.

Quinlan’s breath hitched. His hands tightened bruising on my waist as his tongue slid past my lips, meeting mine in a fight for dominance.

I was no longer a person. I was a throbbing, needful thing.

I kissed him hungrily, sucking the blood from his mouth, grinding my hips against his, just like I knew he liked it, and a deep, rattling growl vibrated in his chest.

A heartbeat later, his large hands gripped my hips, hauling me flush against his groin. It wasn’t enough. Too many layers of clothing separated us. My claws hooked into his shirt and shredded the fabric right off his chest.

"May," he choked, his own fangs grazing my lips.

I felt below his belt and moaned when I found him so hard, he strained thickly against his pants.

Whatever this fire was, it was burning him alive too.

Quinlan wrenched his swollen lips from mine when I reached for his belt buckle, groaning in frustration when the damned belt defeated me.

"Maisie, wait--shit," he swore when I tore the thing off too and stuck my hand down into his pants. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to hurt, stopping me before I could circle my fingers around his thick, swollen length. "You’re not thinking straight--"

I slapped my palm over his loud, running mouth and bit the base of his throat.

His eyes blew wide and his pupils dilated until it swallowed all of the blue in his eyes, his hips bucking under me as I triggered his Lycan.

A mouthful of hot, sweet blood flooded my mouth, and I moaned against his skin. "Mine," I growled around my teeth.

His hand dove into my hair, gripping my scalp in a vice as I drank and drank. He tasted like darkness. Like secrets. Like mine. I wanted to crawl under his skin. I wanted to hollow him out and leave nothing behind.

Quinlan’s grunts changed. They went from husky to choked sounds of... pain. His skin was turning pale beneath my hands and his pulse fluttered beneath my teeth.

"Let him go," someone said, but it was all white noise.

"Let him go, malyshka," Jericho pleaded, and when it didn’t quite sink in, he snarled at me. "Look at him."

Tears filled my eyes. "You should..." Another groan escaped me and my vision hazed red again as the hunger consumed me whole. "...leave, before..." Groan. Sweat broke across my forehead and I squeezed my eyes shut. "... I hurt you."

I started to shake my head, and bit into my bottom lip as the pain intensified. "And if I can’t stop? I might kill you. I could kill you."

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