Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: 228. Tracker II

Maisie

Soren grabbed a scalpel in his other hand and moved in behind me.

"Don’t you fucking dare–"

Mercer slammed me harder into the desk and I felt Soren’s hand hook in the collar of my hoodie and yank it aside, exposing the side of my neck and the upper slope of my shoulders.

Tears stung my eyes. Any lower and he would find the scars underneath. And everything would’ve been for nothing.

But he didn’t.

I felt the sharp press of the scalpel to my neck and then, the metal sank in. I cried out at the pain as he sliced even deeper, fingers steady but hard. I thrashed harder but Jericho and Mercer’s grip were bruising, pinning me effortlessly. My cheeks stayed pressed to the table and I could feel every shift of Soren’s body behind me.

Something small and cold pushed into the open wound, and I felt it in my body, heard it latch onto the inside of my skin.

My skin crawled at the foreign sensation and my Lycan paused from her temporary whine of want, enough to feel irritated enough to want to rip the tracker out of where it had latched to my spine.

But then, Soren’s cold, gloved fingers moved across my neck. I felt him lean down. And then, I felt the wet heat of his tongue drag slowly over the cut.

My body jolted.

He licked the wound closed in hot, languid strokes, a deep growl of sick satisfaction rattling his chest. Each pass of his tongue was intimate and violating at once, and my knees weakened, my Lycan’s rage dissolving into mindless want.

Heat flooded my stomach so fast, it made me dizzy. My fingers curled helplessly against the table as a shameful tremor ran through my thighs. I didn’t realize Mercer and Jericho had released me until Soren’s hand jerked me higher on my tip toes, my back slamming into the hard wall of his chest.

A ragged exhaled escaped me as his tongue flicked once more over the sensitive skin. My legs weren’t working right anymore.

My breathing was too fast, my skin too tight, and every nerve where his mouth had been burned, even as his lips traced my skin slowly, dragging along the curve of my ear. His voice was dark, the rich timbre rough as he whispered, "If I reached between your legs, would I find you wet, Adams?"

I recoiled away from him, but he held me firmly against his chest, one hand wrapping fully around my throat and the other banded around my waist. Mercer slipped in front of me, holding my thighs apart as I kicked hard at him. Jericho blocked out the surveillance camera by crowding me.

"Stop it," I hissed when Mercer’s fingers hook in the waistband of my pants.

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