Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

Chapter 235: 235. Je Te Hais

Maisie

A calloused hand slapped over my mouth, hushing me.

"I can smell your fear, and yet, your legs wrap around me," Quinlan murmured against my ear and the strong smell of alcohol assailed my senses. My eyes widened with fear when I felt his claws rip into my hipbone.

He had golden fur on his skin, and his eyes kept flickering. He smelled like grass and earth and I knew he had run all the way here in his Lycan form. His ears were still part Lycan’s and his body seemed three times larger than normal.

My gaze darted to his shirtless, bulging torso, streaked with sweat and a whimper of both desire and mortification escaped me when I found that my legs were indeed wrapped around him, holding his naked body close.

Quinlan’s face twisted with disdain at the sound. "Conniving..." he exhaled, claws pawing at my panties. "Little..." He ripped them off. "Slut."

I slammed my knee up from under him but he weighed as much as a little mountain. And I gasped into his palm when he rocked the sweet hardness between his legs against me.

My hips undulated, my brain going temporarily offline as my Lycan reared her head, hungry and needy. Quinlan hissed between clenched teeth when my hips rolled around him again. "When a man calls a woman a slut, your first instinct shouldn’t be to grind against him."

I didn’t hear shit he was saying.

My skin grew increasingly hot with every second he leaned over me, with every expanse of his morphing skin I could see, with the growing erection nestling between my thighs and his breath rustling my hair.

My breasts were heavy and my nipples ached for his attention. Wetness gathered at the apex of my thighs and I gyrated harder, trying to make sense of the fact that I still felt this way, even with the bond broken. That he could still unravel me like this.

His hand against my lips drew back abruptly and a desperate moan slipped out of me as Quinlan grabbed my hip and yanked me down to where the head of his cock was poised against my entrance.

My back arched, seeking more. My legs spread eagle wide, my fingers curling in the sheets. Moonlight caught the sharp lines of his face and I saw the dark lust in his eyes, the madness there. It only made me hotter, setting me on a fire only he could douse.

"Quinn," I rasped urgently, but his hand grasped my hair roughly, yanking my face to his so our lips were only half a desperate inch away. "I’m not your Quinn," he sneered down at me.

And then he caught my jaw and plunged his tongue into my mouth almost immediately. The kiss was rough and clumsy, like you had been dying of thirst and finally found a fountain.

He nibbled on my lower lip and then he bit me. He rumbled roughly in his chest, licked my blood and sucked my tongue into his mouth. I tasted blood and whiskey and something dark and earthy that was all Quinlan.

He dominated my mouth, making it impossible for me to return the kiss, even if I desperately wanted to.

His lips left mine, dragging over the corner of my mouth, my chin, my neck, leaving hot trail of kisses until I felt his fangs scrape over my pulse. When he spoke, it was in French, layered by his Lycan so close to the surface.

"Je te hais. Tu me manques. Je devrais t’assassiner, et pourtant j’ai besoin de toi."

I didn’t understand him, but I felt it in my gut.

It happened too fast, one second he was kissing me, the next, I was being lifted, flipped over and my face pressed into the mattress. I should’ve pushed back or fought or something, but I’d missed him, missed this, had dreamt of it so much, I couldn’t tell if this was yet another dream I would wake up from and find myself all alone, sobbing and craving things I knew would get us all killed.

Still, I tried to remind myself why it was important that we didn’t do this again. I couldn’t afford the distraction. "Quinn, we can’t—"

Something soft pushed past my lips—a cloth?—gagging me, and he pushed my head into the pillows with a growl, "Don’t speak or I’ll remember."

He grabbed my waist, his grip harsh and bruising, and I cried into the cloth as he pushed into me. It didn’t matter that I was so wet, I could feel myself trickling down my thighs. It still hurt. He was too large in this form and it had been too long for me.

It felt like he was ripping me apart from inside.

"Merde bébé... Tu as mal ?" He rasped and when he realized what he’d said, he repeated, "Did I hurt you?"

I nodded, but my body had a different idea, squeezing so hard around him, I moaned and fucked him back by another inch.

Quinlan caught my wrists, wrenching them behind me and I felt his mouth on my ear as he hissed, "Bon. Now you know exactly how I feel every fucking day."

Another thrust had me coated in sweat and tears. It was too much, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to adjust, relaxing my inner muscles around him, but when I squeezed again, he only grew harder and larger inside me.

He laughed maniacally, and I knew even if he was drunk and possessed by his Lycan, he was still in there. His hand wrapped around my middle and thrusted deeper inside me. It was then I realized he wasn’t even half way through, and I was likely going to die tonight.

By the sixth thrust, I mewled, my body’s hunger for him overwhelming the pain and opening up for him, no matter that it felt like he was breaking me, punishing me.

I pushed back, my body saying it could take it. All of him, all of that rage, all of his pain, whatever his punishment was. I could take it. I’d always been able to. We were made for each other.

My inner walls burned with pain and pleasure, and Quinlan growled, abandoning my hands. He grabbed my neck instead, choking me and lifting me against his chest by it. His nose buried into my hair, sniffing deeply as he pounded into me so hard, I saw stars.

He fondled my breast through his shirt, kneading it as he moved relentlessly with such vengeance, I knew he hated that he couldn’t stay away from me, no matter how hard he tried to. He currently hated me as much as he wanted me.

It made me lightheaded. I shouldn’t like that. It shouldn’t make me hotter and wetter. It shouldn’t make me reach up under my shirt to touch my other nipple, pinch it painfully in tandem with his movements.

There was something seriously wrong with me, something so insane I knew the distance had wrecked my sanity.

I rubbed my thumb over the aching bud Quinlan grounded into me, pushing against a spot that brought tears to my eyes and pressure against my bladder. The filthy sounds we made, the sensation, his scent, his touch, it all came to a tipping point and a hoarse cry tore out of me as I came and–

A strange awareness rippled over me and I was pulled out of the dream violently by the sensation of being watched.

My eyes snapped open and I was staring at the soft moonlight spilling into my dorm room. I sat up, my knees trembling as sweat trickled down from my forehead onto the drenched sheets.

Had it been a dream?

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