Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

Chapter 256: 256. The Competition IV

Maisie

I averted my gaze to hide my blush. "I’m sure you have a bottle of lotion somewhere around here. And if you don’t, I’m sure your darlingSofia can help you with that. You seem close enough to--"

"We’re merely acquaintances," he said.

"Do all your acquaintances always shove their breasts in your face?"

One corner of his mouth lifted. "You sound jealous. I thought you didn’t care."

I scowled. "I’m not. I don’t. Let go of my ass."

"Ask nicely," he murmured, "and I might consider it." His hand spread wider across my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he rolled his hips upward once.

The friction tore a sharp breath from my lungs. Lust slammed through me so hard my vision blurred at the edges and I bit my bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping.

"I’ve never touched her," he said, even if I didn’t ask. "We met years ago after I had just arrived at Court. She spends most of her time in Russia, which is about the only thing we have in common. She’s been trying to get into my bed for that long, but nothing’s ever happened between us. Nothing ever will."

"Why? She’s very beautiful," I said, feeling a bit of insecurity slip into my chest. With my scars, I probably didn’t come close--

"She is?" he asked. "I’ve never noticed. You’re the only woman I see."

I slammed my fist into his chest. "You’re such a liar."

His hand under my shirt brushed over a scar and I stiffened. "They’re beautiful," he said, eyes seeking mine. "They don’t mar you. Don’t ever think they make you any less beautiful."

My throat tightened. "How can you say that after everything? Why don’t you hate me like the others? Why aren’t you angry?"

His hand came up to cup my jaw, thumb sweeping across my cheekbone. "I am angry with you," he said. "I just happen to love you more than I’m furious."

He tipped my head to the side and pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck. "It scares me," he whispered against my skin. "How much I’d let you get away with, malyshka." Another kiss. "Hurt me. Bruise me. Break me. Just never leave me again."

"Jericho..."

His mouth found the place where Quinlan’s mark sat and my eyes fell shut as he began working a hot trail along my pulse.

The touch changed soon, from gentle to curious, to something far hungrier.

There was no finesse to it. Just pure, unadulterated want. He groaned and I felt the hum between my legs.

My core warmed and my hips rolled involuntarily.

Goddess. I was a weak, weak woman.

"T-the door," I stuttered as his arms tightened around me, his mouth on my neck growing more insistent. I could feel his fangs dragging over my collarbone, could hear the animalistic rattle in his chest.

Anymore and he was going to fuck me on this chair. Or the desk? Maybe the wall. My core pulsed hungrily.

Boy, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

I shook my head. His hand was snaking higher under the back of my shirt and his fingers found the clasp of my bra as his tongue slid over the swell of my breast.

"Jericho," I moaned. "Anyone could walk in--"

His hand clamped on the back of my neck and he brought my lips to his.

Oh.

My hands clutched at his hair as we collided. His hands ran down my waist and next thing I knew, my ass hit the desk.

His arm curled around me and he dragged me forward until I was balanced on the very edge. Then, he kissed me breathless. One hand cupped my face while his tongue swept deep inside and he sucked hard on mine.

I yanked at his hair and found his tie, hauling him half on top of me. He caught himself with both hands braced on either side of my hips.

My legs locked around his waist and he brought his hand up to drag it through my hair as he tasted me, consumed me. The hard length of him pressed exactly where I needed it, and every roll of his hips sent another rush of heat through me.

He pushed my shirt higher and one large palm closed over my breast, squeezing.

I arched into the touch, speaking with my body that I wanted his mouth sucking the pebbled, aching peaks, and I grinded harder against his erection, nails scraping the polished wood beneath me.

The lust inside me was burning out of control.

"Fucking pants," he swore against my mouth. "Wear the skirts. It’d make it a lot more easier to bend you over--"

I was already panting when he yanked the bra down, nearly snapping the clasp. "I couldn’t find any of my clothes at the mansion--"

"I burned them." The admission came out rough. An impatient growl echoed in his chest when my shirt kept slipping and he was far too tall to lower his neck and catch my nipple between his lips. "I was pissed. Doesn’t matter. I’ll buy you a new wardrobe--"

"Not sure the others will like that--"

"They can all go to hell--fuck--" he cursed again because my hands were tearing apart his belt, pushing into his pants and pulling his dick out.

"Not so hard, baby," he hissed sharply when I stroked him. "You’ll rip my dick off."

I relaxed my grip.

Kissing Jericho had always gotten me so hot, and it was no surprise that my Lycan had thrown foreplay out of the window and wanted him to do just that. "Bend me over," I moaned--begged--as I stroked my tongue against his.

He broke the kiss, eyes flickering between my face and the door. "Now?"

I was panting, flustered. His cock pulsed in my hands and my nipples tightened. I nodded, licking my lips. "Hm-hmm."

His eyes were black with desire, but something reluctant flickered there. I didn’t like it. I leaned in and dragged my mouth along his jaw, then lower, scraping my teeth lightly over his pulse.

He arched his neck for me and inhaled sharply when my teeth scraped over his pulse. "If I fuck you, I will mark you. Do you want that?"

I froze.

I wanted it. Goddess, I wanted it. But I still didn’t know where the path I was walking would lead, and I refused to drag them into whatever came next if something happened to me.

Jericho caught my chin and forced my eyes back to his. "What are you so afraid of?"

I didn’t have answers for him yet, so I leaned forward and kissed his lips instead. He knew it was a distraction, but he didn’t stop me when I ran my fingers up and down his thick, veined shaft, pumping when I got to his swelling knot.

"May," he groaned in warning.

My mouth watered. I wanted him between my lips, inside me, everywhere. I started to slide off the desk, ready to drop to my knees, when a sharp knock froze us both.

"Ivanov. This is Atlas. I’m coming in."

The Head Mistress? Oh Goddess. Why was she here?

The doorknob twisted and I acted on pure instinct. I shoved Jericho hard back into his chair and dropped, scrambling under the desk just as the door creaked.

There was barely enough space, only leg room. I found myself trapped between his spread thighs and the solid wood panel behind me, heart slamming against my ribs as heels clicked across the marble.

"To what do I owe the visit?" Jericho’s voice came out perfectly bored, perfectly professional.

I heard a weary sigh. "Ms. Zaytsev had quite the impression I would find you frolicking with a student in here."

My nostrils flared with indignation. Bitch.

Jericho’s hand slipped under the table and my brows arched when he ruffled my hair like I was his pet dog. As if that would calm me.

I glared at him even if he couldn’t see me and bit hard on the nearest finger.

The only thing I got out of him was a snort that sounded a bit like a laugh. "As you can see, you have nothing..." He froze when I cupped him through his trousers and squeezed. He was still hard. "...to worry about on that account."

I was envious of his self control. He sounded like a bored newscaster.

A slow, wicked smile pulled at my mouth. I pressed my face against the hard line of him and dragged my cheek slowly up and down his length through the fabric.

He leaned forward to hide the view of me, but his cock twitched against my cheek.

"A few more hands are needed outside," Atlas said, just as Jericho buried his hand into my hair and directed my mouth straight to his head tenting his trousers. "The students of Hellsgrave are slightly more... difficult to deal with. We could use your help."

I was holding back my laughter as I parted my lips and sank my teeth past the dark fabric straight through his hard, pulsing, leaking tip.

Jericho jumped. "Malyshka," he growled.

Then froze when he realized he’d given us away.

Atlas sighed again. "I know you’re there, Adams. Come out."

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