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.

my sides, desperate to pull her against

pleasure stops so abruptly

Almost.

have pride,

not be very apparent, but it’s there, somewhere behind my

she says, eyes heavy-lidded as

the one word.

and closing in tight fists, trying to

deliberate tease. Her hand slides up my chest, around my neck, tiny touches

of

heart jumps. My cock follows suit, eager for

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

she should do it. Not... whatever this horrible

soft, sensual kisses. Her tongue flicks against the seam of

move. Her rules. I force my hands to stay at my sides, my entire body trembling with the effort not to say fuck

that I’m breathing in perfect rhythm with her. She’s

once, instinctively seeking friction. She breaks the contact with my

Nothing touches.

And nothing’s satisfied.

into complacency. No thrusting against her like a

directly into my mouth. I suck it

moan escapes me before I

that. We’re strong and capable and

But I did.

hardly kissed me, and I’m already falling

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

barely smell her beneath

but I’m already at her

claim her. Mark her. Not just her body, but her entire existence. Bind her to me

even a

straining painfully

first taste of a woman. My thighs are tight, stomach clenched, every muscle

Lyre did this.

she’s done almost

breath, her next taste. I’ve become a

and holy shit—I see stars. Actual stars explode

It sweeps through my mouth

hands lift slightly before I force them back, fingers clawing at empty air. My cock throbs

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