Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 130: Jack-Eye: Clean Your Dirty Mouth

JACK-EYE

I have no idea what I’m doing.

Not that I’d ever admit it out loud. I’ve had my share of women—more than my share, if we’re being honest—but this is different. Lyre wants something more. Something with teeth and edges. A dominance running deeper than two bodies colliding.

Her ass is pink from my hand, a perfect handprint streaked across her creamy skin. She’s still on all fours, legs spread just enough to give me a cock-throbbing view. She’s wet—slick and glistening—and every instinct in my body screams to just drive into her, claim her, make her mine.

But no. First things first. Stop getting distracted, Jack-Eye.

I turn abruptly, walking away from the bed and her perfect ass. From the bathroom, I grab one of those wrapped plastic cups they leave by the sink and fill it with water from the tap. When I come back, she’s sitting up on her heels, a slight frown creasing her forehead. The sight of her naked and waiting makes me want to toss the cup over my shoulder and force her pretty little mouth onto my cock, to feel the heaven she already bestowed upon the damn twitchy wizard, but I keep my expression neutral.

"Drink," I thrust the cup into her hand, my voice a little rougher and deeper than I mean for it to be.

One eyebrow arches perfectly. "You left me alone for this?" The sarcasm drips from her voice, but there’s something else there too—curiosity, maybe.

"Get him out of your mouth, sweetheart."

Her lips twitch, almost imperceptibly, but I catch it. A tiny crack in her impenetrable wall.

Between the barest ghost of a smile and the scent of her arousal between her legs, wafting delicately in the air, I’m pretty sure I’m doing okay.

For now.

Maybe.

your own good, wolf," she says, but there’s less bite in her tone than usual. Something’s shifted. Defenses officially

strokes. Her skin is warm silk under my palms. But even as I touch her,

right—the thought of any part

him, take her from behind as he watches. Want my cock deep inside, my hand around her throat, showing Thom she was never

Fuck.

tighten even thinking about

her, suck the tender skin of her neck and bite down as he watches. How I’d make her beg and scream and writhe

really

her mouth, and something in me snaps. I grab a fistful of her rainbow hair. The jealousy turns bitter and nasty in

"Spit," I order.

take it from her hand and set it

her knees, still and waiting. Then she reaches behind her, finds my hands, and places them firmly on her breasts. The weight of

Fuck it.

my fingers slowly across her

in harsher pants and quicker beats. I can smell her pussy, the heat and invitation there, and

That would be pathetic.

one-pump chump kind

I show her that side of me, even if my dick’s all too

my fingers, pinching it hard enough to make her hiss. Her breath stutters, but she doesn’t pull away. I do the same to the other, twisting it slightly,

There we go.

beneath her indifferent attitude. A spitfire in bed. I

a button I’ve just

hips twitch again, spreading a little