Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

Maisie

The girl on the table made a low sound moan, and gasped, slapping her fingers over her mouth like she’d done something wrong, and then, the lean man behind the screen sat up, eyes falling open.

He didn’t bother shoving his hard cock into his pants before storming out from behind the screen, expression stormy as he made a beeping for her.

The vibrator clattered from her grasp, and the girl made a sharp squeak, running across the stage.

My heart beat was beating far too quickly.

And then she slammed into a chest and rebounded. A shirtless man with finely carved muscles peered down at her. She shuffled back, only to hit the calves of another man. A third.

He lifted her off the ground, and she kicked, pleading, apologizing, but she was thrown on her stomach over the stretcher, her head and legs dangling over the edge.

I clenched around nothing, soaking my ruined skirt.

I shut my eyes. I hated this scene. It felt personal.

"Watch," I heard Quinlan growl.

And I opened my eyes to find Soren crouched between my legs, spearing them wider as he stared at the growing wetness there. "You’re dripping, Adams," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Your body doesn’t lie like your pretty mouth does."

I aimed a kick at his face, but he caught my foot and hooked it over his shoulder, gripping my ass to bring it to the edge of Quinlan’s thigh.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly, squirming on Quinlan’s thigh, but Quinlan held me firmly against him as Soren breathed against my folds. "Feasting."

And then, he brought his mouth to my heat.

My head fell back against Quinlan’s shoulder and he groaned as the buck of my hip brought my ass right on top of his cock.

The friction was marvelous, and my mouth watered as Mercer’s seat scraped against the floor. Half a second later, his lips closed around my nipples, sucking them free of my bra.

"Oh God," I whimpered.

It was sensory overload. I half-heard Quinlan growl for me to keep my eyes on the stage, where the shirtless man had positioned himself behind the girl, lifting her hips so he could thrust into her while the lean man grabbed her hair and slid past her lips.

But I couldn’t focus.

My vision had rewritten itself, and it wasn’t some other woman getting stretched and filled on that stage. It was me. That, coupled with Jericho’s half-lidded stare as he watched Soren lick every inch of me, made me mindless.

Quinlan rocked against my ass, and I wanted more. Needed him to pull himself out of those pants and take me in whatever position he deemed fit.

Soren’s tongue flattened over my clit and pushed inside me, slick, slippery, and I abandoned every thought, arching against his tongue and riding his face shamelessly.

Every buck of my hips rolled against Quinlan’s cock. He hissed, his hold on me tightening, and I gasped when he rocked into me so hard I knew that if he hadn’t still been in those pants, he would’ve already been buried to the hilt inside me.

The thought sent me over the edge. I came with a cry that echoed through the theater, clenching and fluttering around Soren’s tongue as waves of pleasure tore through me.

I was still shaking when Quinlan’s fingers slid from around me. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. His cock slapped hot and heavy against the crease of my ass.

"Quinn," I panted, trying to remember why I was supposed to stop this. Why I didn’t want this. The reasons were slipping through my fingers like sand.

"Scoot up just a little higher," he said, voice strained, dangerous.

I hesitated.

Quinlan twisted my chin until I was staring into his eyes. The ice-blue had gone dark, feral. "As much as I’d love to play this game with you, I don’t have any patience left tonight. You walked around in a skirt that barely covered this perfect ass. I find another man on top of you. I’ve got blood on my hands. You’ve got blood and another man’s scent all over you. You act like you don’t want this, but your cunt is dripping down my fucking thigh. Make up your mind, May. Because if I do it for you, I won’t be gentle. I’ll bend you over right here and fuck you raw until the only thing you remember is how deep I can get when I’m this fucking angry."

His words were violent, filthy, and they lit an unholy fire low in my belly. Every rational part of me screamed to stand up, to walk out, to remember that I was more than a pair of legs they could spread whenever they wanted.

And I did remember.

But two things could be true at once.

I hated them.

I still wanted them. One more time.

My pride refused to let me beg or admit it.

So I said coldly, voice shockingly steady, "Consider this my effort at ’copulating’ as the contract states. Nothing more."

I could hear how weak the words sounded. How much bullshit they were. But they clearly didn’t, because four of them went rigid around me.

Quinlan’s eyes shuttered. Something dark and wounded flashed there for half a second before he buried it. Then he lifted my hips, poised the thick head of his cock at my entrance, and pushed into me.

My nails dug into the arms of the chair.

Mercer replaced Soren between my legs. He was also pissed off, and when he kissed me, it was with the same boiling rage.

His fingers cupped my face and his fangs sank into my lower lip. I cried out against his lips as Quinlan braced against my hips, lifting me just so he could watch his length disappear in and out of me.

The hesitation was gone, as was whatever gentility he’d been handling me with.

Quinlan fucked me like we were ’copulating’.