Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 132: Jack-Eye: Her Game (I)

JACK-EYE

She looks at me, lips parted, eyes blown wide with want. "Then wash it out for me."

The invitation hangs between us, filthy and explicit. I know exactly what she wants from me. She wants my cock down her throat until she’s sobbing. Wants me to fuck her mouth until she can’t taste him anymore, until there’s nothing left of Thom’s magic or his presence.

And Goddess help me, I want it too. Have been dreaming about it since I first caught her scent. The thought of sliding between those sharp little teeth, watching those cat eyes water as she takes me deep—it’s been torturing me since I laid eyes on her. I hated watching her do it to another man. Hated everything about it.

But giving Lyre exactly what she wants? Too easy. She’s testing me. Everything with her is a game, a challenge, a way to see if I’ll break. And I refuse to fail.

My mind wanders to a ridiculous place. I imagine grabbing her wrist, dragging her into the bathroom, and brushing her damn teeth. Slow and condescending, standing behind her at the sink mirror, watching her furious eyes as I move the brush over every tooth.

"Minty fresh," I’d say with a smug grin, right before she’d spin around and punch me in the balls.

The image is so absurd that my lips twitch, amusement flickering briefly across my face.

Lyre’s eyes narrow immediately. Nothing gets past her. "What are you thinking?"

my voice a little too

growls, the sound vibrating through my chest. I’ve been sucked into her orbit, drawn in by her

pushing inside without hesitation. I taste her, explore her, deep and slow, cleaning every crevice. My tongue slides against the roof of her mouth, behind

filthy. I

my tongue, I bite her bottom lip hard enough

and sudden. Her back arches off the bed as

until her mouth is thoroughly fucked. By the time I pull back, her lips are swollen and red, her eyes glassy

curling around my knuckles as she sucks. The wet heat of her mouth

hollowing with every suck. The heat of her mouth draws a hiss from between my teeth, and I have to close my eyes for a second—just a second—or I might lose the

want to keep her like this, mouth full and obedient, tongue flicking lazy circles like she’s savoring it. She’s not just teasing me back. She’s

mind," she murmurs between

come out like sandpaper against my throat;

hooks beneath her hips, lifting her ass into the air. My other hand yanks a pillow

can see it gleaming on her inner thighs. The sight of her displayed like this, offered up and waiting, makes my wolf howl with primal

Even my wolf whines with the need to claim her. And fuck, it

don’t.