Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

Chapter 157: 157. A Very Steamy Bath V

Maisie

A noise of satisfaction rumbled echoed in his chest and he bent me forward over the sink. My breasts pressed against the cold marble, nipples tightening further.

My ass pushed back toward him, and I watched his reflection as he braced against the counter, his fingers a few inches away from mine, and I watched my eyes cross as everything blurred and he was thrusting into me with strokes that started out slow and languid, then became uncontrollable every time I clamped tight around him.

The counter cracked, but held as I gripped tightly, rocking back and slamming back down, groaning as he grew in length and girth, curving, hitting a spot that made me forget my own name.

”Fuck,” he growled, his jaw clenching, eyes darkening, and I watched him in awe as fur rippled out of his skin, and it should have frightened me, knowing how close his Lycan was to the surface, feeling that terrible strength shaking his arms and how his hands on my skin flickered between claws and calloused finger.

It should have scared me when his voice got darker with a hint of grit when he said, ”You’re taking us beautifully, little mate.”

It should have scared me when he suddenly barely fit into me, stuffing me more than I’d ever been before.

But I thought it was the sexiest thing ever. Knowing I could do this to Mercer. Make him as mindless as he made me. Bring the animal in him to the surface, and watch him become increasingly erratic as I stretched impossibly to fit around him, and clamped around him like a glove.

His snarl was the thing of beautiful nightmares and my insides started pulsing around him like my heart was no longer in my chest but between my legs. A sigh rumbled behind me as he nudged in a little more, and I mewled, marveled by how many places he touched inside me at once.

There were no words for how good it felt. Electric. Dark. Like sin. My blood rang in my ears and I whimpered, then cried out when he wrapped an arm around my torso and bounced me back and forth against him.

I felt myself soaking him, making the ride slippery enough that light and heat began a bright burn inside me, and I came so hard, it felt like a seizure, and I lashed out to grab something to hold onto, shattering the mirror into pieces in the process.

Four heavy thrusts and that achy feeling returned under my skin. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hips snapping into my body as he came inside me. Needed the hot spurts of his come inside me like I needed air. As if hearing my thoughts, Mercer pulled out of me and spun me around. My ass hit the cold marble of the counter and he yanked me to the very edge, slamming into me again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, gripping his nearly transformed face and bringing it to mine, fusing our lips together.

”May,” he groaned softly into my mouth in that animal growl, and I thought it might have been his Lycan speaking to me and not him.

I kissed him even harder, running my tongue across his, and over his fangs. He made a strangled noise and fucked into me harder. The sharp point of a fang cut into my tongue and I tasted my blood.

He sucked hard on my tongue, on the cut, and his hips snapped harder and faster, and then he was roaring against my skin, and there was a burst of white heat, but it was all me arching up, lightning thrills running through me as I came again, moaning loud and hard when I felt the ropes of hot come fill me up.

I was so full of light and sensation that whatever came out of my mouth had Mercer laughing against me.

When he pulled back, his eyes were once again green and filled with mischief. ”So, you love my cock?”

”W-what?” I stammered.

”You just said that.”

”I did not!”

”Did too,” he mused. ”Screamed it loud enough that I’m sure every man within the fifty mile radius is currently jealous of me. Not that I’m complaining.”

My cheeks burned hot and I ducked my head, trying to hide my blush, but he caught me by a hand around my neck, watching the red spread all over my face. And just like that, Mercer grew thicker inside me. ”I haven’t fulfilled my promise. There’s not enough of that sweet scent of your cum on my skin to satisfy me just yet.”

I gasped when he rocked into me playfully and my insides shimmered, clenching around him.

He leaned in, smiling against my lips. ”I do intend to keep the entire castle awake till dawn.” His thumb massaged my throat. ”We should exercise those vocal cords of yours.”

***

We stumbled into the shower.

My back slammed against the wet tile as the freezing cold shower pelted down on us. Mercer’s hot hands cupped my ass and squeezed and he pushed into me, fucking me into the wall. His hand slammed into the tile beside my head, cranking the shower so it was raining down hard on my breasts as he sucked and devoured them.

If I had authored the handbook for dummies, I would’ve warned every unsuspecting woman out there that once you had a Lycan between your legs, you were never getting them out. Somewhere between the seventh and eighth orgasm, I’d understood why women always came back for more. Why they begged for it.

Mercer thrusted up into me again and my mind fractured.

This.

This was why.

Nothing prepared you for the hunger they woke up inside you.

It wasn’t just pleasure. It was starvation. A deep aching void that only their hard lengths could fill. One taste and your body stopped being yours, betraying you completely. Your insides clenched around them like you were trying to keep them inside you forever. Your hips rolled on theirs, chasing every wicked inch, even when your thighs were shaking and your lungs were burning.

More thoughts narrowed down to one single, filthy need. More. More of his thick girth stretching me open. More of his hands bruising my hips. More of his tongue stroking against the tightening, aching buds of my nipples. More of that naked desire I saw in his eyes when I clenched around him.

I had been screaming myself hoarse for what felt like hours. I wasn’t sure even the shower could get rid of the smell of come on both our skins.

And yet, more. I needed more.

I had become wanton. Shameless. Prideless.

My body didn’t care that it was exhausted, that my muscles were screaming, that I could barely hold myself up anymore. All I wanted was to–

”Fuck,” he moaned.

Yes. Fuck. To fuck. Be fucked until I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything except taking him deeper.