Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

Chapter 255: 255. The Competition III

Maisie

Ms. Zaytsev was dressed in the smallest suit I’d ever seen in my life.

The skirt was so tight, barely coming down mid-thigh--or maybe she had hiked it up--and all I saw for the first few seconds were her smooth, creamy shaved thighs and long legs.

Then my eyes dragged higher.

Her jacket was unbuttoned, but the blouse beneath it wasn’t. Too many buttons were left open and the deep V of the neckline framed the swell of her breasts, and the red lace of her bra stood out against her pale skin.

Her hair was brushed over her left shoulder, leaving the long line of her neck completely exposed. The soft hollow where her neck met her shoulder was particularly bare, with her jacket pulled even lower at that point to reveal her veins and the pounding pulse beneath.

A rather convenient coincidence, walking into the office of an unmated Lycan male looking like you wanted to get bitten.

Unless it wasn’t a coincidence at all.

It was in the way she held the thin file against her chest, the way she stood with one hip cocked, shoulders angled slightly, the soft bend of her spine pushing her cleavage forward made it obvious that she wasn’t here for a chit chat.

When she shifted her weight, the blouse gaped just enough that I caught the darker edge of an areola before she adjusted abruptly upon sighting me.

"Oh," she exclaimed, yanking down her skirt. "I-I didn’t know you were in. I-I was just going to leave this on your desk," she stammered, waving the file.

My chest tightened. Had this happened before? How many times had she dropped by before classes to personally deliver a file with her lace bra out in the open? Had they... Had they ever... I mean... They seemed fond of each other and... and...

My claws pricked against the inside of my palms as she sauntered over, hips swinging left and right, hiking the skirt even higher.

I wanted to shove her back out the door by the throat. I wanted to rip all her fake highlights out. The surge of emotions that rose inside me was so powerful, I trembled from the force of sitting still and doing absolutely nothing.

I could see her blood splattered across the walls. My fangs were aching to take a bite out of her neck.

She barely spared me a second glance as she dropped a file onto the table and turned her adoring glance towards Jericho. "Here’s what you asked for."

Jericho nodded, collecting the file. "Thank you, Sofia."

They were on first name basis? A bitter taste filled my mouth instantly.

Her red mouth curved into a smile and she took that as permission to lean into the desk, bracing her hand on the edge so close to Jericho, I knew if he looked hard enough, he could see her nipples, too.

"About the other thing... my petition was given much consideration. Come next Wednesday a lighter sentence may be granted. Many are considering the facility’s recommendation. The majority, actually."

She touched his shoulder and I fought back and angry snarl as she ran her fingers up and down his arm, caressing him. "I know it may not be what you hoped for, but it is better than the initial sentencing."

Jericho’s amber gaze was fixed on me. His fingers thrummed against the desk calmly, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

How could he let her put her hands on him like that in front of him? Her breasts were in his face, and admittedly, while he hasn’t looked at her since she walked in, I felt the jealousy choking me to death.

His eyes lowered to where my claws were digging into the desk. And his lips curved with amusement.

He was enjoying this. He was baiting me on purpose, letting another woman put her hands on him just to see what I would do.

Unfortunately, it was working. A little too well.

I rose out of my chair. "Take your hands off him and get out."

Sofia looked at me--finally looked at me--and she took her hand off instantly, mainly out of shock. "Excuse me?"

Jericho’s brows lifted, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile.

Of course, I was overstepping. As a student, I had no business telling her to leave. She taught here. She was a Council member. The Queen’s spy. I might’ve had a royal title to my name, but I was still just a criminal with too little time left.

As a wife, however...

"The school hour hasn’t begun yet," I said, surprised at the steadiness of my voice. "Which means this is still private time. You just barged into my husband’s office uninvited."

Her eyes widened.

I walked around the desk without hurry, stopped beside his chair, and threaded my fingers into the silver hair at the nape of his neck.

I tilted his face up toward mine possessively, dragging my thumb across his firm lips all the while looking directly at her.

My heart was hitting my ribcage way too fast. What the hell was I doing? What was I saying?

"Or you can stay," I shrugged nonchalantly, bracing my hand on his shoulder. "But it is an hour and thirty minutes before the first class, and we intend to use every minute before then... intimately."

I slid into Jericho lap smoothly, my knees bracketing his hips.

My spine hit the desk behind me and his hand rose to cup my ass and my waist instantly, his fingers flexing like he wasn’t quite sure he could touch me yet.

I settled my full weight against him and his sharp inhale was almost imperceptible. His nails dug into my skin and my breathy voice wasn’t at all faked as I leaned in until my mouth was close to his ear and I said, "You can watch if you want."

My gaze glazed over when his thumb traveled up my ass and found bare skin above my waistband. "We’ve never minded an audience."

I brought my mouth to his and caught his bottom lip softly between my teeth, drawing softly.

I felt him hardened between my thighs, but he didn’t kiss me back. It didn’t stop the fire that pulsed and spread through me, tightening my breasts before rushing down to my toes.

He watched me with heavy lidded eyes as I leaned in again and ran my tongue along his upper lip, before returning to sink my tongue the into the bottom one.

His cock jumped against me, and a low groan of approval rumbled deep in his throat.

The door slammed shut in the distance and I didn’t realize I’d completely forgotten she was standing there until Jericho drew back.

His eyes had darkened significantly. "You do realize you just cost me my ear on the Council?"

"Get another one," I whispered. "Preferably, a man."

His lips twitched again. He yanked me harder into him and I swallowed a moan when the hard ridge in his pants rocked against my center. "I could think of a few who want to be my bottom."

The thought of Jericho with another human being who wasn’t me made me blind with jealously.

"No men then." Our lips were brushing. My breasts grew ragged as my breasts rubbed against his chest. My nails dug deeper into his shoulders. "Jericho. We should... I-I should go--"

"Goddess forbid, malyshka," he snarled. "You started this by sitting on my dick. Fucking finish it."

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