Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: 86. Transitioning III

Maisie

Mercer was clever, pinning my back against his chest and locking both my wrists in one massive hand, restraining me without giving my greedy fingers any chance to reach him.

It felt like the worst kind of torture.

"We’re trying to keep you safe, Adams—"

I headbutted him. Hard.

Mercer grunted in pain but didn’t loosen his grip. I thrashed like a wild animal, every filthy curse I’d ever heard spilling out of my mouth. Words that made even me blush. But no matter how hard I fought or how desperately I begged, he refused to give me what I needed.

"Why won’t you fuck me?!" I cried, voice breaking with desperate frustration. "Is it because I’m not as pretty as Tessa? I promise I can mate better than her."

The only response I got was a hoarse laugh. I added, "I’ll take what you give me."

Nothing. He didn’t stop walking.

"Just the tip? I’ll be good, I swear it."

"Boring!" my Lycan cackled. "Offer him your throat next. Tell him he can choke you while he breeds us. He likes it rough, remember?"

"Shut up!" I screamed internally, mortified.

Mercer’s laugh turned strained. "I’m going to remind you of every single word later, wildcat. In detail."

He still wasn’t going to give me what I needed. If he got me down that bedroom, I was going back to being chained and locked up. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be bent over. I wanted to be on my back. I wanted my legs parted, spread, lifted high in the air.

So I stopped fighting against him and deployed a different tactic. "Put me down, Mercer. I can walk."

"Nice try."

"I’m serious! Your disgusting, meaty hands are making my skin crawl."

The lie worked. The second he loosened his grip I spun, tackled him exactly like he’d taught me in training, and took him down to the floor.

He grunted in surprise as I landed on top of him, straddling his hips. My heavy breasts swayed inches from his face as I rolled my hips in filthy, desperate circles, leaving a slick, shiny trail all over the front of his dark trousers.

Mercer hissed, his cheeks flushed dark. "Adams..." his voice was a strangled rasp. "Don’t do that."

I did it harder.

"Please—please—" I sobbed. "I need you inside me right now. I’ll die if you don’t fill me up—"

Mercer’s hands flexed on my waist like he was two seconds from giving in. His eyes kept darting from mine to my breasts, like he couldn’t tell what to look at.

I encouraged him and lowered my aching buds to his lips. Mercer trembled underneath me, shutting his eyes as they began to flash green to black to green and stayed black.

He lost the battle and stars shot behind my eyes as clamped his lips around the reddened, pulsing crest.

My moan was guttural enough to draw the attention of the others, and every man in the room grew frenzied.

It turned into pure bedlam and I barely noticed the fight.

Not as Mercer’s hot tongue ran over my nipple, his arms wrapping around my center as he crushed me closer and twisted us, so that I was underneath him and he was kneeling between my thighs.

Oh goddess, yes.

Finally. I reached for his belt, frantic.

Then—click.

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