Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 121

Chapter 120: Jack-Eye: Ruined

JACK-EYE

Lyre’s fingertips touch my jaw. Cold as winter but intent like summer heat. Her other hand presses against my chest, not pushing hard but with enough pressure to make me straighten.

She stands, one fluid motion that has me backing up instinctively. One step forward from her, one step back from me. A dance I’m suddenly not leading. My spine hits the wall before I realize she’s maneuvered me across the entire room.

"Rules," she says, voice low and matter-of-fact. "You can’t touch me. Can’t move. No begging." Her cat-like eyes hold mine, unblinking. "No calling my name. No calling for the Goddess. No prayers."

I snort. Is she serious? I’ve had my share of wild nights, but she’s acting like this kiss might break me.

"Can you follow those rules, Aaron?"

"I think I can handle a kiss without calling for divine intervention." My words sound confident. My dick? Not quite as sure.

It’s already painfully hard.

The corner of her mouth quirks up, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Just a flash of pink against her smirking mouth. My cock throbs in response, sudden and painful.

Fuck.

I swallow hard.

She leans in, and her mouth touches mine. It’s gentle. Controlled. Intentional. Nothing like the desperate crash of our lips from moments ago.

That’s it? I almost laugh. This is what she—

Heat.

It doesn’t start at my lips. It’s everywhere at once, sinking beneath my skin like liquid fire, wrapping around every blood vessel, every muscle, every tendon. My entire body tingles like she’s somehow touching all of me at once.

Then comes the ice—tiny flickers of cold dancing between the waves of heat. Like she’s playing my nerves, strumming me like an instrument.

Her fingertips are still on my chest. Her mouth is still barely touching mine. It’s the only physical contact between us, but my body feels like it’s being caressed everywhere.

My spine arches slightly against the wall, a puppet pulled by pleasure’s strings.

My wolf stirs, aroused beyond reason. His deep growls echo what I’m already thinking.

Claim her.

Mark her.

Keep her.

to pull her

pleasure stops so abruptly

Almost.

have pride,

be very apparent, but it’s there, somewhere behind

eyes heavy-lidded

one

in tight fists, trying to ground myself before I lose my

lips, a slow, deliberate tease. Her hand slides up my chest, around my neck, tiny touches that

of my neck

heart jumps. My cock follows suit, eager for more

into my chest, into my bones. It’s not enough. I need more of it, more of her, and her goddamned soft, breathy touches are

do it. Not...

of my

rules. I force my hands to stay at my sides, my entire body

in perfect rhythm with her. She’s

buck once, instinctively seeking friction. She

Nothing touches.

And nothing’s satisfied.

against her like

directly into my mouth. I

before I can

up. Men don’t moan like that. We’re strong and capable and don’t melt just off a

But I did.

touched me, hardly kissed me,

clawing at my insides, frantic and feral. I can barely hold him back. His need for her

filling the room. I can barely smell her beneath the dominance rolling off me,

but I’m already

body, but her entire existence. Bind her to me so deeply that neither of us could ever

and prostrate myself for even a whisper of a kiss. Sell

straining painfully against

taste of a woman. My thighs are tight,

Lyre did this.

yet she’s done

mouth aches for more, still open, waiting for her next breath, her next taste. I’ve become a vessel for whatever she’ll give

flicks against the roof of my mouth and holy shit—I see

her tongue. It sweeps through my mouth in long, languid movements, teasing and retreating. Her taste is stronger

fingers clawing at empty air. My cock throbs so hard it hurts, skin

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