Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: 85. Transitioning II

Maisie

"Good girl, my Lycan moaned. "Stroke him. Make him lose control."

My fingers ran along the thick length of him for a split second and Jericho’s hips bucked into me before sanity returned.

Oh my god. What am I doing?! I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned, face flaming. "I’m sorry—I don’t know why I—"

But the words barely left my mouth A brutal, electric jolt slammed through my core. Need flooded me so violently I felt like I would die if I wasn’t filled right now.

I leaped at him like a woman crazed, wrapping my legs around his waist and crashing my mouth against his. I kissed him like a starving animal, tongue deep, desperate, grinding my soaked core against the hard bulge in his pants.

My body pulsed with the contact, and I broke from the kiss, a raw, needy grunt tearing from my throat as my sensitive nipples dragged across his chest.

"More," my Lycan demanded.

"This isn’t me!" I screamed internally, mortified, even as I rolled my hips in filthy circles against him.

Jericho tore his mouth away with a tortured sound and practically threw himself backward. His chest heaved, his pupils so heavily dilated, his eyes were black.

He looked frightened, holding out a hand as if to shield himself from me as I stepped forward. "Stop—stop doing that—do not take off the bloody sheet—fucking hell!"

But the silk was already sliding down my body like it had a mind of its own. The cool air kissed my overheated skin and I moaned loudly, shamelessly, as the fabric pooled at my feet.

Some rational part of me knew I shouldn’t be naked in a room full of men, now a tiny, screaming dot in the back of my mind. Everything else had narrowed down to one single, screaming purpose.

Breed.

The sorrel-haired Lycan lunged for me with a hungry growl. I moved toward him too, aching to be touched by anyone. But Soren was faster. He snatched me off the ground and tried to bolt.

"I’ll get her down. Hold them back—"

I sank my teeth into his marked neck like a feral animal. Soren roared. We crashed into the wall so hard the plaster cracked.

He tried to shake me off, but goddess, I wanted like I had never wanted in my whole life.

I ripped his shirt open with inhuman strength, buttons flying everywhere, and pressed my aching nipples against his bare chest, rubbing frantically while my tongue licked over his pulse.

Soren stilled. Something in his chest rattled and his control snapped.

He gripped my ass hard, claws pricking my skin, and thrust up against my dripping core with a savage snarl. I cried out in pure bliss, locking my legs around him and grinding in perfect, desperate circles.

"Yes—please—oh goddess," I whimpered, my fingers tearing at his belt.

I had almost freed him out of his pants when Mercer ripped Soren off me.

All of them, my Lycan whispered gleefully. Line them up. We’ll take all of them.

No—no—no— I thought in humiliated panic, even as my body swayed invitingly toward the nearest man. I pressed my palms to a guard’s chest, feeling his racing heart, and he groaned like I’d blessed him.

Fuck him in front of everyone, my Lycan urged.

Shut up shut up shut up!

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