Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 92. Transitioning IX

Quinlan

I didn’t believe in restraint.

I believed if you clasped a chain on the wrists of a human, you were forcing them to act like an animal.

I only ever had women in chains if they wanted to be in chains. Questionable preferences, Mercer would say, but it took a different level of skill and experience to look at a woman and know without asking if she liked her cake very vanilla, or if she liked her venison raw.

And while I knew Maisie would come to discover soon that she did like her venison raw, I was content with playing these little games of vanilla with her, where I pretended I was the good cop and not the one they called ange déchu back home in France.

"Like this," I said to Maisie as she writhed against the sheets, trying to force my hand as I chose instead to watch her first before touching her.

I loved watching her.

She was a vision. Like this. And even before the transition. There were certain images of her that I could never quite get out of my head.

Like the flustered look she had on her face when she first saw my cock. The hunger and confusion that had warred in those eyes. She had wanted me even then, and she had wanted me every night after that, even if she didn’t know it yet.

Seduction was a game no one else could beat me at. Seduction was taking a single moment and turning it into something erotically memorable. So much so when they did something as simple as comb their hair, they would attach the memory you’ve gifted them to the action.

You could slap them, and the next time someone slapped them, their body would respond instantly by getting wet.

I really wasn’t a good guy. And if Maisie knew the depraved things I’d done, that lurked behind my decidedly deceiving calm blue eyes, she’d likely never have chosen me as her second.

My fingers closed over hers. "I’m going to teach you how to touch yourself, ma cherie."

I pressed her middle finger flat against her swollen clit, rubbing slow, firm circles until her hips jerked and a broken moan tore from her throat. Her spine arched hard, head slamming back against the headboard as her thighs trembled around our joined hands.

"That’s it," I murmured, ignoring the tightening in my pants. "When this is over, when you’re back to condemning us to hell...Every time need consumes you and your hand slips between your thighs, you’ll remember my lesson."

I increased the pressure, forcing her pulsing clit between her fingers, slick sounds filling the room as she soaked us both.

"You’ll come to the sound of my voice in your head. To my face burned behind your eyelids. And you won’t dare tip over the edge... until I give you permission."

Her breath hitched into a desperate whimper, body writhing as she lifted her hips. "Please," she sputtered.

My dick jumped like it had a mind of its own and white shot behind my eyes.

I always did like it when they begged.

I smiled against her ear, fangs grazing her skin. "Not good enough."

She whined like a spoiled, little kitten. "Touch me? Please? Please?"

"Très jolie," I licked over her pulse. "Still not good enough."

She began to sniffle, nose reddened, eyes growing bright with tears of frustration. Of course she was weeping like her pussy was. I’d been edging her for an hour.

"Please, fuck me. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen."

I frowned. "I’m pretty sure you told Jericho the same thing." I stared at her hands. "Fuck yourself harder, May."

Her hips rolled in a circle and she sobbed as her body spasmed, her lips brushing against mine. "Quinn, please..." sweat broke across her flushed skin and she pulled her slick fingers out of herself. "I need you..."

There it was.

I flipped her onto her back and she arched her rump against me. I shut my eyes, arching, as I undid my buckle. "You will need to hold on to something," I rasped against her. "I won’t be as gentle as Jer was."

She nodded, clutching the headboard.

I fisted myself and stroked as I ran my fingers through strands of her hair and wrapped it around my fist twice. I loved the way the highlights in them shimmered.

I drove into her in one hard stroke.

Maisie cried out sharply, body bowing as she took every thick inch. She was burning hot inside, impossibly tight and wet, clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.

I watched myself sink into her, the obscene stretch of her pussy gripping my cock, and something dark and possessive unlocked in my chest.

I fucked her without mercy, hips slamming forward, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room. She grasped at my wood, nails raking down hard enough to crack it. "Oh god."

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