Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

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. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

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.

Soren fought. Mercer and Quinlan had to pile on top of him, ride him to the ground as he fought to get back to me, while Jericho held back the Queen’s mates.

"We have a bigger problem than your swollen dick, you idiot!" Mercer barked.

Chaos had erupted.

More men were pouring into the room from the entrance. The hybrid driver with glassy, lust-drunk eyes, the two shirtless gardeners still clutching tools, perimeter guards, even a couple of staff. Every single one of them was hard, breathing heavily, eyes locked on my naked body like I was the only source of oxygen left on earth.

Fights broke out instantly. Punches flew. Furniture smashed. Growls and snarls filled the air as my mates tried to form a protective wall while the rest of the men kept surging forward, desperate to reach me.

I stood there panting, dripping down my thighs, completely lost to the heat.

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.

Quinlan roared and yanked the man away so hard his spine cracked as he hit the wall.

I turned on Quinlan next. Even though normal me wanted to strangle him, transition-me rubbed against him like a cat in heat, palming his massive erection while I moaned into his neck. "That..." I blustered, mouth watering. "... was very sexy..."

Fuck him in front of everyone, my Lycan urged.

Shut up shut up shut up!

Quinlan twitched against my fingers and in a split second, he had me bent over the couch before the others tackled him.

I was a writhing, moaning mess, touching chests, grinding against thighs, kissing anyone I could reach, while my mates lost their minds trying to contain the situation and me.

This is so much fun, isn’t it? my Lycan cackled, howling with uncontrollable laughter.

I vaguely heard Soren yell at Juliette over the din while keeping the Queen’s mate, whose eyes had turned a churning black, his fangs out as he reached desperately for me. "Take her and run! Lock the doors behind you! Take the rifle underneath the bed! Anyone tries to get in there, you shoot them. Including us."

Juliette’s grip was surprisingly strong as she took my arm. "I sorry Maisie. This very bad situation. Your scent... they all go crazy. It become worse if we stay..."

I drifted toward her and they misunderstood that as cooperation.

Before I could stop myself, I cupped her beautiful face and kissed her.

She was soft. Not nearly what I needed, but she was heat and I was hungry for more heat.

Juliette gasped against my lips, shocked, and I cupped her delicate neck, pushed my tongue into her mouth.

Her fingers were suddenly in my hair and she moaned into my mouth. My fingers ran along the bodice of her dress and she pulled me closer, her tongue stroking against mine with such hunger, it enraged my fire and—

Mercer hauled me off her and I screamed in outrage. Why wouldn’t they let me be?!