Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 128: Jack-Eye: Watching

JACK-EYE

The walls of the motel room press in, trapping her scent, her magic. I’m still burning from the inside out. Whatever she did with that arcane kiss, it’s crawling under my skin like electricity, making my wolf pace and snarl. I breathe through my teeth, fighting for control.

When I hear Lyre invite Thom in, my stomach drops. I know what’s coming. What she’s about to do. But knowing and seeing are two different kinds of torture.

The door creaks open and there he is—the wizard. Damp hair hanging in his face, smelling of cheap motel soap and nervousness. Too clean. Too weak. I don’t move from my spot against the wall, don’t speak. Just watch, every muscle in my body locked tight as steel.

Thom freezes when he sees me, his eyes darting between us. "I—uh—"

Lyre slides past him, shutting the door with a soft click. "Come in, come in. Let’s get this over with." Her voice is bright, casual, like she’s about to help him move furniture instead of—

She grabs a chair from the small desk, dragging it to the middle of the room. I don’t miss how she angles it with deliberate precision, making sure I’ll have the perfect view of her face. Of her mouth.

Unfortunately, his dick will be in the picture. But I’m trying not to think about it.

Thom hovers, uncertain. "What exactly is—"

"Sit," she commands, and he does, perching nervously on the edge.

The smirk she shoots me makes my cock twitch. Her eyes lock with mine as she begins explaining to the wizard, her tone clinical and detached.

"Arcana transfer works best with physical contact. The more intimate, the purer and faster the transfer." She tilts her head, rainbow hair cascading over one shoulder, and I want to grab it in my hands and yank until she’s on her knees and begging for more.

From me. Not from the stupid wilting human.

"The most efficient way for us would be oral contact," she continues, making this blow-job sound like a medical procedure.

I like that.

But not if she speaks that way to me later.

Then again, I might have a new kink. Nurse Lyre, sucking the evil out of me with her mouth...? Yeah. I’m okay with this.

pulse quickening so loud I can hear it

Less okay with that.

"You mean—"

"My mouth, your dick."

"M-my d-dick?!"

at him, keeps her gaze fixed on me, like she can read my mind. Her lips are curved up on one side in

is going

asks the magic-user, still

in his seat, swallowing hard. His eyes flick to me, then back

to acknowledge him. Just smiles at me, knowing exactly what

Fuck.

move. Want him to feel just how unwelcome he is in

mutters,

movement is swift and composed. She looks like she’s done this a thousand times. My fists clench involuntarily, and my wolf both growls and whimpers in my head. He has no idea how

unbuckling his belt, sliding down his zipper. Everything deliberate. Everything for my benefit, because she’s watching me as she

The wizard’s already trembling.

him, the flash of her tongue, the fluttering of her eyelashes. And always, always, her

I want to be the one in that chair. Want her

his throat. His hands, which had been white-knuckled on the armrests, suddenly shoot up to grab her

sliding out of her mouth as

flushed, hands flailing back to the armrests. "S-sorry!

my chest. But inside, satisfaction mingles with

chest heaves, his face bright red. His hands twitch and spasm on the armrests as he fights

and my own cock jerks in response. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, watching her work. Every muscle in my body strains with the effort of

grows ragged. His legs tremble.

he

Just maintains her rhythm until his hips jerk and

expression twisting with disgust.

my shirt over my head in one smooth motion. I hold it out to her,