Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 58

Chapter 57: Grace: I’ll Ruin You For Anyone Else

No way.

Even if he tells me to, I really can’t do it.

I keep my face turned away, staring at the faded flower pattern of the comforter. My pulse has spiked to the stratosphere, but I’m determined not to look at his face. If I do, I’ll be lost, dropping so far into the sinful depths of hell, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to return.

I’m not ready.

"Grace." His voice drops to a silken murmur near my ear.

I squeeze my eyes shut. "Don’t."

But he doesn’t listen. Instead, warm lips press against my cheek, the contact feather-light and devastatingly sweet. My breath catches as he traces a lazy path across my skin, unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world to map every contour of my face.

"Look at me," he repeats, his breath hot against my temple.

I shake my head, the movement barely perceptible. His answering chuckle vibrates through my bones.

"Stubborn," he whispers, the word not an accusation but something like praise. My hips undulate without permission, and he rocks forward in response.

I’m putty.

His mouth travels down to my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive shell before his tongue traces the delicate curve. A traitorous shiver wracks through me, and my fingers curl into the hard planes of his chest.

"I can hear your heartbeat, Grace." His lips brush against my ear with each syllable. "It beats for me."

"It’s supposed to beat," I choke out, ruining my attempt at seeming flippant and unaffected.

The wet heat of his tongue dips into the hollow beneath my earlobe, and a soft gasp escapes me before I can trap it behind my teeth. His satisfied hum tells me he caught the sound.

"Your body knows, Grace."

hot. My chest rises and

my voice strained. The sound of his voice is unraveling every

make you stop

and I

"Yeah.

Asshole.

frantic pulse point beneath my jaw. He inhales deeply, and the

man kills without hesitation. He tore through a pack like they were nothing. He

am, melting beneath his touch as if the Goddess herself had handed me to him, wrapped in a pretty red

of him strains against denim, and heat pools low in my belly. His free hand slides up my bare

band of my bra and traces the underside of my breast, a preview of his ill intentions. "And I’ve imagined it every night. Since I first

shock. He could have fooled me, with all of his

at last. His eyes burn into mine, pupils blown wide with desire, all pretense

he murmurs, satisfaction evident in the curve of his lips. "I was beginning to think you’d never look

me. I can only stare, caught in the magnetic pull of his gaze as his whole hand finally sneaks up under

beautiful," he breathes. "So responsive. So

face toward his. Time suspends as he hovers above me, our

my nerves, leaving

voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear. "And after this, nothing will ever

words keep

of his lips against mine is gentle—a stark contrast to the predatory hunger in his

pulling him closer. My indecision lasts only seconds

—the kiss transforms.

wields over everything else. His hand leaves my jaw to slide into my hair, fingers tightening as he holds me exactly

before sliding up to grip his shoulders, anchoring myself against the

with deliberate pressure; a moan tears out of me, only to be swallowed as he kisses me harder, deeper, until I’m dizzy with want and

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