Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: 48. Fighting Soren II

I was panting. I was hot. My thighs opened wider. My hips chased the feeling of his fingers.

He stopped stroking me. "Answer me."

I didn’t want to. I was still mad. He called me a slut. He degraded me with his insults. I should’ve kept quiet. Or maybe told him the truth. I should’ve remembered the words from that goddessforsaken book.

Never say the things you don’t mean.

But I hated how much he could unravel me with a single touch. I hated how much under my skin he had gotten. I hated him.

So I looked him in the eye—his still pitch black eyes—and said, "Cole does it better than you."

His expression shifted from angry to murderous.

I knew then that I had crossed some invisible line and obliterated it. I didn’t know what it was. But there was no coming back from it.

Soren’s fingers plunged inside me.

My mouth fell open on a ragged breath. My body tightened instantly, rejecting the brutal invasion and Soren hissed. "Tight," he groaned, and pushed in deeper, his knuckles pressing against my outer lips, stretching them.

My inner walls clenched around his fingers in a hot embrace I couldn’t control and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I didn’t know it could be like this. Oh god. Oh god.

He moved them in a pistoning motion, in and out. The sound was obscene, a wet, squelching shlick each time he withdrew.

His body arched over mine and he brought his hot, minty breath to my ear as he thrusted even deeper in a rhythm that was driving me insane.

"You will tell your lover the next time you meet him," Thrust. My breasts bounced. My nipples ached. "That I was inside you first." Thrust. "And you came around my fingers like the filthy thing you are."

It hurt.

But he was touching something—hitting a spot inside me that made tears fill my eyes. Or maybe I was crying because not even Cole’s abuse hurt as much as Soren’s words. I wasn’t sure.

But I knew what was coming. I knew the pressure building in my abdomen was oscillating. I knew he was working me in a frenzy, driving me towards that sharp point, just so he could drive home a point.

That I was a slut for coming for him, right after coming for Cole, even if that was far from the truth.

I scrambled back, trying to stop it. But my hips undulated, my insides clenching tighter around him like a suction point.

"Please," I said, unsure what I was begging for.

He pinched my nipple. "What, Adams? You want my cock inside you, too?" Thrust. "The pup’s limp dick wasn’t good enough for you?"

My eyes snapped open. I opened my mouth to tell him he was a pig. And I hated him. And he could go and rot in hell for all I cared.

But his fingers curled inside me and my body began to shake. The coil in my belly snapped.

Pleasure crashed over me without warning in a violent, convulsive wave. I cried out, body jerking up to his as his fingers slammed into me harder, faster, riding me through the rapid spasms until I was a crying mess against him.

And without pulling out of me, he grabbed the edge of my ruined ponytail, yanked my head back forcefully and crushed his face to my neck, fangs bared over my pulse.

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