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.

loud I can hear

Less okay with that.

"You mean—"

"My mouth, your dick."

"M-my d-dick?!"

my mind. Her lips

going

the magic-user, still not looking his

squirms in his seat, swallowing hard. His eyes flick to me, then back to her. "D-does he have to be

She doesn’t even turn to acknowledge him. Just smiles at me, knowing exactly what she’s doing and how

Fuck.

blink. Don’t move. Want him to feel just how unwelcome he is in this space between

"Okay," he mutters, trying to sound

movement is swift and composed. She looks like she’s done this a thousand times. My fists clench involuntarily, and my wolf both growls

unbuckling his belt, sliding down his zipper. Everything deliberate.

The wizard’s already trembling.

him in her mouth, I see everything—her lips stretched around him, the flash of her tongue, the fluttering of her eyelashes. And always, always, her

want to be the one in that chair. Want her pretty, sassy little mouth wrapped around my cock instead of his. The tension

strangled noise escaping his throat. His hands, which had been white-knuckled

his dick sliding out of her mouth as she snaps,

hands flailing back to the

my chest. But inside, satisfaction

face bright red. His hands twitch and spasm on the armrests as he

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

ragged. His legs

can’t—" he chokes

Just maintains her rhythm until

back immediately, her expression

I hold it out to her,