Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

Chapter 236: 236. Je T’aime

Maisie

Of course it was.

There was no way Quinlan would come here for me.

I tried to run my fingers through my hair and startled when I found that they were between my legs, slick with cum. "Goddess," I swore, disgusted with myself. My insides still throbbed, empty and aching, and my nipples were so tight they hurt.

"Don’t stop on my account."

I jolted at the sound of Quinlan’s voice. He was at the foot of the bed, looking exactly like he had in my dreams. Sweaty, half-shifted, very naked and I could almost taste the alcohol from here. His eyes were dark and clouded and amused.

I yanked up the sheets up to my chin like I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing and my gaze flicked to the doors and the windows. They were still locked. And the traps I had set to alarm me on if my room was being broken into hadn’t been set off. "How did you get in?"

"Your puny locks and traps can’t keep me out." He pushed forward and I scrambled backward, heart racing as he purred, "I can smell how close you are. Would you like me to put you out of your misery?"

Mortification burned through me, coloring my cheeks red. "Get out of my room."

His gaze dropped to where the sheet was still bunched between my thighs. "That’s not what your body is saying to me, May." He leaned over, large hands dipping in the mattress. "Selling yourself must not have brought you as much pleasure as it should have if you need to dream about me to finish off."

I opened my mouth and the first stupid defense spilled out. "I w-wasn’t dreaming about you."

Quinlan cocked his head. "No?"

"It was--"

His hand closed around my ankle and he yanked me down the bed in one smooth pull until my hips were at the edge and he stood between my thighs.

I tried to kick him. He caught my other ankle and spread me wider. His eyes dropped between my legs and something feral flashed across his face. I wasn’t wearing any panties. I could’ve sworn I was when I went to bed.

But the thought dissolved to nothing when he cupped my cheek gently, running his thumb from my cheekbone to my bottom lip. "I missed you. Everyday," he said, almost to himself. "Did you miss me?"

I kept my heartbeat steady and shook my head.

The corner of his lips tipped slightly. "Liar."

I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but two fingers suddenly pushed into my mouth.

My stomach tightened as a bolt of need slammed into me. "Is this what you wanted?" His fingers slid out and push back in, simulating a finger-fuck inwards. Instinctively, my tongue swirled over his finger tips.

Quinlan’s eyes grew half-lidded and he groaned with male satisfaction as his cock bobbed in front of my face. A needy moan slipped out of me as it caught my attention and I stared unabashedly at his flushed head, slick with precum. My thighs pressed together, starved for any type of friction, I began to tremble with it.

Utterly amused by my refusal to give in, Quinlan merely continued the movement like he had all the time in the world, thrusting in and out of my mouth with his fingers as though he were fucking a different part of me, and I didn’t realize I had spread my thighs wider and was grinding against the sheets until he raised his knee and rubbed against my clitoris.

My moan was something animal.

He grabbed my throat with his free hand, cutting off my air and making my pulse jump. The pressure and fear went straight to my pussy, making my hips jerk hard against his knee.

"You’re going to come like this," Quinlan said, voice hoarse. "With my fingers in your mouth and nothing inside that greedy little cunt. And when you do, you’re going to look at me and tell me lies, tell me how you don’t hate me, tell me how it meant everything to you. Tell me..." His voice cracked. "You loved me."

My eyes watered. His words threatened to chase the heat from my skin, but I was already at the edge, and his knee pushed just right, and the pressure gave.

The orgasm ripped through me so hard my hip arched off the bed. He pulled his fingers free, cupping the back of my head gently as I cried out. His forehead dropped to mine, his nose nuzzling me as he buttered kisses across the top of my head, my cheek, my temple, behind my ear.

It was loving and tender, and I let myself fall into it, let myself whisper the words I knew he would understand better than anyone else.

"Je t’aime." I love you.

He sucked in a sharp breath. And then he kissed my neck.

Right before he sank razor-sharp fangs through my flesh.

My lips formed around a wordless scream as fire erupted from the point of pain where he ravages my neck, spreading through out my body so swiftly, I was sure I was dying. I couldn’t breathe and darkness overwhelmed my vision.

When my eyes opened again, it was to streams of sunlight pouring in through the open window. I rose my hand to shield my face, confused and disoriented.

My throat hurt so bad, it felt like I had been screaming all night. My head pounded with the beginning of a migraine. Feverish shivers shook my body as I sat up, looking around at the dorm room.

The dreams came and went over the last nine months. And they were always so vivid, I couldn’t tell them apart from reality. I knew it was my Lycan sending me her filthy needs and thoughts when I was least conscious enough to fight them and I always woke in a terrible mood.

My legs trembled as I tried to get out of bed and I let out a tiny yelp as I fell over, crashing into the floors as they wouldn’t even hold me upright.

What in the hell...?

I glanced down at my thighs and there were faint, purpling bruises in the shape of fingers running up my thighs. Panic flooded my veins when I tried to move my hand and pain shot from my neck down my shoulder. I reached up to touch the smarting spot and it came away crusty.

With blood.

I gasped, coming awake instantly.

I lifted Quinlan’s still very intact shirt and--My panties was missing. I reached between my legs and started to hyperventilate when I found myself sore.

Hadn’t it been a dream? Which was it? Which was real and which wasn’t? Oh goddess.

I climbed to my feet, half-crawling and half-stumbling as I threw open the bathroom door. I stood in front of the mirror with wide-eyes, staring at the giant mark on my neck.

He marked me! The bastard broke into my room and marked me!

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