Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274: 274. Feeding II

Maisie

I ran my tongue up and down the seam, and then flattening it under until his hips bucked, and I took him in hand, giving him something to fuck as I licked every inch of his length until the motion was smooth.

Jericho’s fingers flew into my hair and he let out a low groan. "Fuck, malyshka."

I sucked down as far as I could—half way—and hummed when he hit the back of my throat. His back bowed off the bed, jamming up a few inches down my throat and I gagged on him, my teeth nicking a vein.

His growl was guttural and I lost control again the second his blood hit my tongue.

I was alive. I was so alive. I had never been more alive in my life. I held down his hips and drank, and his eyes blackened, his Lycan watching me eat him alive. It made me feel powerful and alive.

"Dieu, fuck. That shouldn’t be hot," Quinlan rasped.

I was voracious. My nipples tightened and my rump curved as all of the blood gathered between my thighs, filling the air with the musk of arousal so thick, that little, rational part of me felt ashamed.

But she was quickly buried with the electric touch of Soren’s fingers on my body. They slid down my waist, hooking in my waist band, and cold air kissed my ass as he tore off the black, stolen leather pants.

I moaned around Jericho, my stomach clamping tight as his hands braced my hips. I grinned against the air, my claws digging into Jericho’s thighs as Soren snapped the band of my panties, tossing it to the side

Yes, yes, please, I tried to say, but Jericho’s hips snapped higher, robbing me of speech.

And I lost my senses completely when Soren parted my thighs and lowered his face between my ass cheeks.

I cried out, the sound muffling as my fangs dug deeper into Jericho, needing the fire in his blood and the pleasure of Soren’s wicked mouth.

It was almost enough to make me forget what was missing, what my Lycan truly wanted. She wanted our bond restored and strengthened permanently. She wanted Mercer and the intimate things he did to us. She wanted all four of our mates marking and sating us. She wanted things we couldn’t dare to wish for.

I pushed the thought so far away, nothing could hurt me anymore. I became lust and flesh, a vessel of sweet, forbidden pleasure.

Soren’s right hand slid suddenly under me, rubbing over my swollen clit and catching at the fluid that pooled beneath me. "You’re soaking the bed, Adams," he groaned, voice dark.

My eyes crossed when he pressed a finger up inside of me. We all heard the wet slide of the touch.

"Merde," Quinlan groaned me pushed off the wall, prowling closer to watch. He shed his clothes as he came, and my body tightened as I watched his. He looked as beautiful as I remembered it, muscles rippling with preternatural grace as he padded over like a great beast.

And I instantly wanted sex more than I wanted blood.

I immediately began to move myself on Soren’s hand. When he pushed another finger inside, I sobbed against Jericho, taking him deeper than I ever had. Finally, finally.

Soren sucked at my pulse, moving his free hand to keep my leg from kicking again as he pumped inside of me with the other. I knew what was coming, but I was too focused on his fingers fucking into me to worry about the approaching bite.

The telltale bright tingle of pleasure was building inside of me, my lips falling open and small, aching cries falling out as Jericho’s grip on my hair grew even tighter, his hips slapping against my jaw with reckless abandon.

When Soren’s fangs sank into my clit, I screamed, thrashing from the pain, the pleasure that whited out my vision.

He curled his fingers inside of me, pressing up and finding that spot that left me arching up, lightning thrills running through me.

A burst of heat exploded out of me as I came, wetting Soren’s hands and lips, and I was sobbing and gasping as I rode out my orgasm, my limbs weakening to jelly as he pulled his fingers out of me.

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