Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: 275. Feeding III

Maisie

"You never screamed like that for me," Quinlan said, and I fell forward with a shout as he kicked my thighs apart. Jericho and I groaned as the latter sank in to the hilt, his knot swelling inside me, locking me down on him until I couldn’t have escaped if I tried.

I didn’t want to.

My claws scratched over Jericho’s chest. I shook through it, body clamping, tensing, already chasing the next scrape of sensation. Any of it. All of it. Quinlan pressed a slick fingertip against my asshole, demanding entry.

"I should like to know which you like better when we’re both inside you," he said.

A brief, drunken giggle slipped out of me. That didn’t sound like the punishment it was meant to be. I wanted to take it all. His fingers. His cock. Whatever he put inside me. I was empty, I was starving, and if the air could fill me, I would grind against it too.

The giggle hiccuped into a whimper when Quinlan pushed a second finger in.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

His tone was cool. Hard. I nodded, and even the burn became a pleasant, pulsing ache as he eased his fingers deeper. I shifted. Whimpered. Tightened. Panted. My hips tried to follow his hand when he withdrew, utterly shameless, seeking any kind of friction.

"Very beautiful, mon coeur," he grunted, and replaced his fingers with the first inch of his cock.

Jericho rocked slowly beneath me, distracting me from the pain with a gentle simmer of pleasure.

They took turns soothing me with caresses. Kisses. Quinlan’s mouth creeping across my shoulders and neck. Jericho’s fingers teasing my clitoris beneath him until I was wet enough for the filthy sounds of my insides squelching filled the air.

Only for my body to tighten as Quinlan nudged in deeper. I took it anyway. I would have taken more. I would have taken less. I just needed them in me.

"Gods, you feel good," he gasped as he seated himself fully.

I couldn’t breathe.

Jericho’s hands slid between us, up my scars reverently, over my breasts, lifting me off his chest just enough to change the stroke of them nested together inside me. The shift made my mouth fall open around a sound I didn’t recognize.

Quinlan’s nose nuzzled his mark on my skin. "You have us now, cherie," he groaned, pushing in while Jericho eased out. And when Jericho eased out, Quinlan eased back inside, and they drew out this horrifyingly beautiful rhythm until I was begging for release.

I was high, addicted. I craved the next thrust before the last one bad even finished. Craved the next curve of Jericho’s cock against my abdomen before Quinlan’s finished hitting that spot that had my mouth watering and my tongue sticking out.

And my body had a mind of its own. It kept offering itself to be used. Clenching, dripping, rocking back onto whoever was filling me like they were all I needed to survive.

"Take it all. Take everything," they told me.

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