Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

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.

at my sides, desperate to pull her

pleasure stops so

Almost.

pride, you

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

says, eyes heavy-lidded as

the one word. Nothing

opening and closing in tight fists, trying to ground myself before I

runs her tongue over my lips, a slow, deliberate tease. Her hand slides up my chest, around my neck, tiny touches that leave fire in their

at the back of my neck and yanks

follows suit, eager

moves through me from her touch—her energy seeping 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 driving me

she wants to dominate, she should do it. Not... whatever this

of my lips, promising but never delivering. I need to take control. Need to deepen this. Need to devour

force my hands to stay at my sides, my entire body trembling with the effort not to

shock that I’m breathing in perfect rhythm with her. She’s pacing me, controlling even the air in my

friction. She breaks

Nothing touches.

And nothing’s satisfied.

force my hips into complacency. No thrusting against her like a rutting beast. Got it. Message

I suck it in like it’s oxygen in

escapes me before I can stop it.

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

But I did.

me, hardly kissed me, and I’m already

hold him back. His need for her mingles with mine until I can’t tell

and musky, probably filling the room. I can barely smell her beneath the dominance rolling off me, and yet my scent

but I’m already at her

existence. Bind her to me

myself for even a whisper of a

cock pulses again, straining painfully

his first taste of a

Lyre did this.

yet she’s done

for more, still open, waiting for her next breath, her next taste. I’ve become a vessel for

against the roof of my mouth and holy

It sweeps through my mouth in long, languid movements, teasing and retreating. Her

almost break. My hands lift slightly before I force them back, fingers clawing at empty air. My cock throbs so hard it hurts, skin too tight, body