Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: 52. Drowning II

My chest began heaving as blind, raw panic seized me. "Jericho, please—"

His eyes narrowed. "Neither of us is fucking you, Adams. The last thing we need is your whoring cunt bleeding all over our pool."

Angry, salty tears were rolling down my cheek by the time I had my skirt rolling down my legs, leaving me bare in my light pink bra and matching panties and I fought the urge to cover myself.

Jericho’s eyes began to burn. They lit a match over my nipples, lowering to the dip in my waist and the flare of my hips. I felt the same fire from the other three.

But Jericho suddenly snarled sharply at me, "Cut it out with the tears. We all know you’re everything but innocent. The little act might have worked before, but we don’t buy it anymore."

"Nothing happened!" I cried.

But he hurled my paper over my head, Soren catching it with one hand in the same moment Jericho lunged forward, grabbing me. "Only one way to find out."

Huh?

I began slamming my fists against his chest, but I might as well have been hitting stone. Mercer’s hands grabbed my fists from behind, holding me against his chest. "Calm down, wildcat," he laughed against my ear.

And then, Jericho kissed me.

It was nothing like Soren’s wild kiss. It was calculated like Jericho was. Controlled. Precise. It was in the expert way he started softly, like a tease. First my lower lip. Then my upper lip. The small, sweet pull that turned my brain to mush.

Then the slide of his hands up my thighs in the water. Slowly, like the way his tongue teased the seam of my lips, seeking entry.

When I didn’t give it, Mercer unclasped my bra. His thumb rubbed against my nipples and I gasp at the thread of electric heat that ran through the aching peaks straight to my core.

Jericho’s tongue slipped into my mouth then. Still gentle, still coaxing and seducing me into relaxing my body. I imagine that if I ever had sweet, loving sex, it would feel like Jericho’s lips on mine.

A moan escaped me. A soft gasp as Mercer’s mouth found my pulse and kissed, hard.

My head fell back. Oh god.

It was better than any fantasy I dreamed up. My back arched and my nipples peaked against Mercer’s fingers.

When Jericho’s hands traveled up my thighs, they parted wider. I couldn’t think. My blood had gathered between my legs and Jericho was close, so close to it, my hips bucked against his hand, seeking him out.

He cupped me between my legs and I cried out when he pushed my panties aside and thrummed me like I was his favorite instrument to toy with.

Mercer’s fingers pinched, flicked, twisted, caressed my nipples until my hips were rolling with abandon. Until I rolled against Jericho’s middle finger and pushed down against it.

I gasped into his mouth, but the moan rolled off the cliffs.

Quinlan hissed, and I temporarily opened my eyes to see him. His eyes were black on me and his hand was down in his pants. Stroking himself to the sight of my breasts.

It should’ve repulsed me, but it only sent another bolt of heat slamming into me.

Jericho’s finger was more calloused than Soren’s and slightly thicker, and he pulled out a little, only to sink all the way back in. I clenched around him too tightly, and my body, once more, started to squirm at the entry.

"Relax," he murmured. "If you stop being so rigid for one second, I could make this good for you, malyshka."

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