Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 236

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.

"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."

"Je t’aime." I love you.

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