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.

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

her as she takes a sip, settling on my knees. My hands find her back, running down her spine in firm, possessive strokes. Her skin is warm silk under my palms. But even as

doesn’t sit right—the thought of any part of him still inside

her from behind as he watches. Want my cock deep inside, my hand around her throat, showing Thom she

Fuck.

even

claim her, suck the tender skin of her neck and bite down as he watches. How I’d

really winning

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

"Spit," I order.

without question, she obeys—spits into the cup cleanly. I take it from her hand and set it

her breasts. The weight of them fills my palms perfectly. I hesitate for

Fuck it.

I stroke my fingers slowly across her curves,

the heat and invitation there, and it’s

That would be pathetic.

chump kind

can keep Lyre around if I show her that side of me, even if

but she doesn’t pull away. I do the same to the other, twisting it slightly, and she

There we go.

attitude. A spitfire in bed. I knew

feels like a button

twitch again, spreading a little