Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: 281. Sweet Julie IV

Juliette

Juliette went rigid.

No.

Absolutely not.

There was a severed head approximately ten feet away. There was a dead body with several missing parts. There was blood on the walls and floors. And more importantly, there was a ten-foot devil between her legs--

The beast licked higher and Juliette’s breath stuttered. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The two points of its tongue moved independently as they swept over her skin, one following the wound while the other brushed uninjured flesh beside it. Juliette felt every inch of the wet, long drag.

She felt the heat.

Heat gathering beneath her skin. Heat winding through her stomach. Heat making her breathing turn shallow for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with terror.

She didn’t understand.

She wasn’t foolish enough to mistake this creature for harmless. She had watched it kill someone. She could still see and smell the blood.

She should have been trying to escape. She should’ve run outside and screamed for the sentries.

Instead some treacherous, insane part of her had begun anticipating the next sweep of its tongue. Wanting it.

Had it pinned her, frightened her, snarled at her, Juliette could have hated it properly. She could have kicked and screamed and fought until either she escaped or it ate her.

But it didn’t hurt her. In fact, it never had. It’d saved her life and it was only now healing her. Perhaps, it was she who was depraved and sex and touch starved for feeling such vile things.

"S-stop," she whispered.

The beast growled against her skin and the sound found its way to the tip of her toes and her breasts, curling the former and tightening the latter. Her thighs trembled an inch apart and Juliette bit her bottom lip, shaking her head profusely.

This was not happening. This couldn’t be real--

"Oh, gods," she whimpered as the gash began knitting, the sting fading into a pulsing warmth that spread higher, up to the crease of her thigh and into her most intimate spot where her panties were now soaked.

"That isn’t--" She lost her voice and tried again. "You can’t--I-It’s closed--Y-you can s-stop now--"

The first touch against her centre wasn’t even direct. Just the forked tip tracing the damp edge of her through her thong, splitting around her folds, one side and then the other, so she felt two strokes where there should have been one.

"Oh gods," she cried, her hand flying to its shoulder before she could stop herself. The muscles under its fur was hard and scorching to touch. It was fitting, for it was a creature that belonged in hell.

It shuddered under her touch and Juliette stared at her own hand in horror. Why was she even touching it? Why were her legs spreading wider?

The tongue worked like a seeking hand, running down the dripping wetness of her panties, before pushing it to the side and entering her.

Juliette’s hips lifted, and though she hated that they did, a breath escaped her.

"Please."

She did not know what she was begging for.

She wanted it to end. She wanted it never to end. Juliette was not sure what she wanted.

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