Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! Chapter 52. Drowning II

My chest began heaving as blind, raw panic seized . "Jericho, please—"

His eyes narrowed. "Neither of us is fucking you, Adams. The last thing we need is your whoring cunt bleeding all over our pool."

Angry, salty tears were rolling down my cheek by the ti I had my skirt rolling down my legs, leaving bare in my light pink bra and matching panties and I fought the urge to cover myself.

Jericho’s eyes began to burn. They lit a match over my nipples, lowering to the dip in my waist and the flare of my hips. I felt the sa fire from the other three.

But Jericho suddenly snarled sharply at , "Cut it out with the tears. We all know you’re everything but innocent. The little act might have worked before, but we don’t buy it anymore."

"Nothing happened!" I cried.

But he hurled my paper over my head, Soren catching it with one hand in the sa mont Jericho lunged forward, grabbing . "Only one way to find out."

Huh?

I began slamming my fists against his chest, but I might as well have been hitting stone. rcer’s hands grabbed my fists from behind, holding against his chest. "Calm down, wildcat," he laughed against my ear.

And then, Jericho kissed .

It was nothing like Soren’s wild kiss. It was calculated like Jericho was. Controlled. Precise. It was in the expert way he started softly, like a tease. First my lower lip. Then my upper lip. The small, sweet pull that turned my brain to mush.

Then the slide of his hands up my thighs in the water. Slowly, like the way his tongue teased the seam of my lips, seeking entry.

When I didn’t give it, rcer unclasped my bra. His thumb rubbed against my nipples and I gasp at the thread of electric heat that ran through the aching peaks straight to my core.

Jericho’s tongue slipped into my mouth then. Still gentle, still coaxing and seducing into relaxing my body. I imagine that if I ever had sweet, loving sex, it would feel like Jericho’s lips on mine.

A moan escaped . A soft gasp as rcer’s mouth found my pulse and kissed, hard.

My head fell back. Oh god.

It was better than any fantasy I dread up. My back arched and my nipples peaked against rcer’s fingers.

When Jericho’s hands traveled up my thighs, they parted wider. I couldn’t think. My blood had gathered between my legs and Jericho was close, so close to it, my hips bucked against his hand, seeking him out.

He cupped between my legs and I cried out when he pushed my panties aside and thrumd like I was his favorite instrunt to toy with.

rcer’s fingers pinched, flicked, twisted, caressed my nipples until my hips were rolling with abandon. Until I rolled against Jericho’s middle finger and pushed down against it.

I gasped into his mouth, but the moan rolled off the cliffs.

Quinlan hissed, and I temporarily opened my eyes to see him. His eyes were black on and his hand was down in his pants. Stroking himself to the sight of my breasts.

It should’ve repulsed , but it only sent another bolt of heat slamming into .

Jericho’s finger was more calloused than Soren’s and slightly thicker, and he pulled out a little, only to sink all the way back in. I clenched around him too tightly, and my body, once more, started to squirm at the entry.

"Relax," he murmured. "If you stop being so rigid for one second, I could make this good for you, malyshka."

I didn’t know what the word ant, just that it made wilder with need.

Jericho’s fingers moved inside in tandem with rcer’s flicks against my breasts and his hot mouth against my pulse. The water might have been cold, but I was on fire.

But Jericho’s movent began to stray from the rhythm. As though, he was checking. Or looking for sothing.

My eyes snapped open upon the disturbing realization that the bastard was checking if my hyn was intact.

This had never been about , but their stupid truck-sized ego, trying to find out if their little ’doll’ was untouched.

"You bastard," I whimpered against his mouth as he pulled out and pushed into again.

He dug in even deeper, searching for it, even as he made filthy love to my mouth until I felt the first of the spasms wrecking my body.

My teeth gnashed as I tried not to feel. There was nothing quite as dehumanizing as a man sinking his fingers into your most private area like a caveman to find your hyn.

I felt the blaze of sha sting my cheeks. I felt the hatred tighten my throat. I felt the tears leak from my eyes as he finally ca up to find the soft wall he was searching for.

An animal sound of satisfaction rumbled in his chest, and he ran a hand along that wall, caressing it possessively.

I tried to remain unfeeling. But I shuddered, and it didn’t matter that I was sobbing from the sheer humiliation, my body tightened for him.

And what tipped over the edge was Soren’s eyes, when I finally summoned the courage to look his way. They smoldered , and I knew he was thinking about it, too.

I knew he was thinking about what it would have felt like to fuck in the woods.

It shattered . Climax stole out of , violent and unforgiving. My vision whited out. A raw, screaming wail tore from my throat, echoing off the cliffs as I shook uncontrollably against rcer and Jericho, my insides pulsing and clenching.

I heard Quinlan’s rough curse a second later.

"Catch, Quinn," Soren said, voice husky as he threw my term paper at Quinlan without taking his eyes off . "Might co in handy."

rcer and Jericho pulled away from , just as I turned in ti to see Quinlan use weeks of my sweat and hardwork to wipe off the cum from his shaft.

And then, when he was done, he shoved himself back into his pants with a smile and scattered my paper across the pool. "Oops."

He got out of the pool and joined rcer and Jericho over at the bank where they waited for Soren.

I held in a sob as he waded over to , violet-eyes cruel. "I suppose Cole Hayes must have indeed gone around through the back instead. Did it hurt?"

I raised my hand in blind anger, but he caught it easily, twisting until it felt like my bones might snap. I bit my lower lip, swallowing the cry. I would never cry in front of him again. "Because rcer enjoys it, doesn’t an I’ll allow it. Raise your hands to again and I’ll tear out your limbs."

He left after that.

I stayed in the pool, sobbing silently as I gathered every page. But it was futile.

It was just as ruined as I was. In more ways than I realized.