Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: 41. A Royal Fuck Fest III

Jericho’s canines tore past skin, drilling through tendon and bone. A white-hot lance of pure agony seared through me and my mouth parted around a silent scream.

My legs buckled and I struggled against him, but he held me in place, his arm banded around my waist with bruising strength.

For a moment, my life flashed before my eyes and I was sure I was dying.

But then, I felt it. It was behind my ribs, below my heart and above my stomach. No. It was everywhere. It was inside me. In my cells. In my blood. In my mind.

It was familiar presence, and yet it was foreign. It was dark. It was vast. It was hungry. A deep rumble echoed in my chest as it opened an eye.

A wave of malevolent power, ancient, cold and mean began to force its way into my veins. A gasp escaped me and my spine arched.

It felt like burning larva being poured into my arteries, beginning from the point of Jericho fangs in my skin. My vision swam and then sharpened, and I could suddenly see colors I had never seen before, hear sounds that came from outside, and if I tried harder, I could hear as far as two streets away.

I could smell things. The antiseptic used to clean the floors was sharp, but I could also smell them. I could smell the power on the four of them. It was abhorrent and ruinous. Colossal. The power in one body large enough to decimate a small town.

I smelled the bond between them. Raw terrifying power leaked from them, surrounding me, teasing, coaxing, seducing.

It was a perfect fit. I didn’t understand what that meant.

But the creature inside me did.

It excited her.

I was suddenly shoved into the back seat and she took control of me, and the snarl that escaped me sounded nothing like me. I tried to claw my way to the surface, but she shoved me down easily. It wasn’t even a fight.

I understood then why they thought I wouldn’t survive the transition. I was too weak to subdue her and the sheer power she controlled was too big to contain my body.

Jericho released my neck, my blood dripping from his mouth as he smiled. There was something wild in his eyes. "There you are."

He reached for me, no doubt, to force me into submission as his eyes began to bleed into black.

But the creature possessing me cocked her head. "How presumptuous," she said.

And backhanded him.

The force of it released a blast of power that sent him flying across the bathroom. He hit the far wall with a thud and I heard bones breaking.

I—we—raised our hand and stared at it, and the excitement in us grew. Play. We wanted to play.

We whirled just in time to see Soren try to tackle us. He was pretty. We wanted to touch him. We wanted to see him without those clothes on. We let him tackle us into the wall because we liked the feel of his chest pressed to ours.

"Anytime fucking time now, Jericho," he grunted, holding our hands above our head.

"Kiss me," we said.

Soren’s eyes fell to my mouth and darkened. Then he blinked, as if to clear his head.

We frowned. "You want me. I can smell it on you." We bared our neck for him and his violet eyes dilated. "Take me. Bite me. Fuck me."

Soren’s breath became harsh. Something hard poked against our stomach. His eyes fell to our breasts pressed tightly against him. His lips parted. But he shut his eyes and shook his head, letting out a bitter laugh. "You’re really going to despise this when you come back to yourself, Adams."

We knew it then. He would not give us what we wanted.

So, we headbutted him.

He staggered slightly, but it was all the opening we needed. We shoved him, sending him sprawling, but we hadn’t moved an inch before we got tackled again.

It was Mercer. He pressed my front into the bathroom, holding me in place with trembling hands.

He was pretty, too, and we decided we wanted him. He was rougher and less controlled. If we pushed hard enough, he would play with us.

We rocked our hips backwards into a full circle. He hissed sharply. "Fuck. Adams." His breath was hot on my ear. "Don’t do that."

We did it again.

We felt the rough edge of his words go straight to our core. Yes, we thought, dropping our head back against his chest as his hand lowered, teasing the neckline of our blouse.

Pleasure.

I wanted. Goddess above, I wanted. I wanted hands on me, inside me. Any hands. Every hand.

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