Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: 235. Je Te Hais

Maisie

A calloused hand slapped over my mouth, hushing me.

"I can smell your fear, and yet, your legs wrap around me," Quinlan murmured against my ear and the strong smell of alcohol assailed my senses. My eyes widened with fear when I felt his claws rip into my hipbone.

He had golden fur on his skin, and his eyes kept flickering. He smelled like grass and earth and I knew he had run all the way here in his Lycan form. His ears were still part Lycan’s and his body seemed three times larger than normal.

My gaze darted to his shirtless, bulging torso, streaked with sweat and a whimper of both desire and mortification escaped me when I found that my legs were indeed wrapped around him, holding his naked body close.

Quinlan’s face twisted with disdain at the sound. "Conniving..." he exhaled, claws pawing at my panties. "Little..." He ripped them off. "Slut."

I slammed my knee up from under him but he weighed as much as a little mountain. And I gasped into his palm when he rocked the sweet hardness between his legs against me.

My hips undulated, my brain going temporarily offline as my Lycan reared her head, hungry and needy. Quinlan hissed between clenched teeth when my hips rolled around him again. "When a man calls a woman a slut, your first instinct shouldn’t be to grind against him."

I didn’t hear shit he was saying.

My skin grew increasingly hot with every second he leaned over me, with every expanse of his morphing skin I could see, with the growing erection nestling between my thighs and his breath rustling my hair.

My breasts were heavy and my nipples ached for his attention. Wetness gathered at the apex of my thighs and I gyrated harder, trying to make sense of the fact that I still felt this way, even with the bond broken. That he could still unravel me like this.

His hand against my lips drew back abruptly and a desperate moan slipped out of me as Quinlan grabbed my hip and yanked me down to where the head of his cock was poised against my entrance.

My back arched, seeking more. My legs spread eagle wide, my fingers curling in the sheets. Moonlight caught the sharp lines of his face and I saw the dark lust in his eyes, the madness there. It only made me hotter, setting me on a fire only he could douse.

"Quinn," I rasped urgently, but his hand grasped my hair roughly, yanking my face to his so our lips were only half a desperate inch away. "I’m not your Quinn," he sneered down at me.

And then he caught my jaw and plunged his tongue into my mouth almost immediately. The kiss was rough and clumsy, like you had been dying of thirst and finally found a fountain.

He nibbled on my lower lip and then he bit me. He rumbled roughly in his chest, licked my blood and sucked my tongue into his mouth. I tasted blood and whiskey and something dark and earthy that was all Quinlan.

He dominated my mouth, making it impossible for me to return the kiss, even if I desperately wanted to.

His lips left mine, dragging over the corner of my mouth, my chin, my neck, leaving hot trail of kisses until I felt his fangs scrape over my pulse. When he spoke, it was in French, layered by his Lycan so close to the surface.

"Je te hais. Tu me manques. Je devrais t’assassiner, et pourtant j’ai besoin de toi."

I didn’t understand him, but I felt it in my gut.

Something soft pushed past my lips—a cloth?—gagging me, and he pushed my head into the pillows with a growl, "Don’t speak or I’ll remember."

"Merde bébé... Tu as mal ?" He rasped and when he realized what he’d said, he repeated, "Did I hurt you?"

Quinlan caught my wrists, wrenching them behind me and I felt his mouth on my ear as he hissed, "Bon. Now you know exactly how I feel every fucking day."

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