Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 133: Jack-Eye: Her Game (II)

JACK-EYE

She pushes back against my hand, trying to force my fingers inside. I pull back again, denying her. Her growl of frustration sends a shiver down my spine.

"I thought you were going to wash out my mouth." She’s trying to provoke me, challenge me. "Or are you all talk, wolf?"

In response, I let my dominance pour out of me like smoke—thick, suffocating, filling the air between us. It rolls over her skin, a ripple of goosebumps rising in its wake as it presses against her like an invisible hand.

I’ve never seen a non-wolf react to alpha energy like this. This is a trick that works on betas, omegas—pack members who recognize the hierarchy. Humans might fall beneath it, might struggle to breathe and be crushed by its pressure, but they don’t feel it like we do. Like more than just a wave of heavy, crushing weight.

But Lyre’s back arches under it, her breath coming faster.

I lean forward and grab a handful of her breast, squeezing with slow, deliberate pressure. My thumb circles her nipple before giving it a firm twist, just enough to leave a phantom ache behind.

She doesn’t moan, doesn’t flinch—but her breath hitches, barely perceptible, and her skin tightens beneath my palm. I switch hands, repeating the pattern with quiet focus. No rush. No mercy. I want her keyed up and off balance before I even truly begin.

Then something strange happens. Her magic pushes back against mine. Not resisting, exactly—more like... teasing. Playing. Her energy slides against mine, coy and challenging, like fingers dancing along the edges of my power.

is electric. My skin prickles with it—this sensation of her magic taunting mine, coaxing it, then slipping away when it gets too close. My wolf snarls, frustrated by this

a focused wave of alpha energy. It crashes over her, breaking through the teasing resistance with an outpouring of

the sound of it

being trained. "I was beginning to think I’d have to spell

that edge of control even when she’s spread out beneath me—it makes my wolf bare its teeth, makes my heart pound. She’s not fighting me for dominance;

curls around me, thick and decadent.

a taste. I want to bury my face between her thighs and drink until

I concentrate my aura there, between her legs. I’ve never tried this before—using my dominance as a physical

keep focused in such a small area. Sweat beads on my forehead with the effort. Every nerve in my body is screaming

her without touching her—rewriting the rules of

it tears something open in me. Something I didn’t know

pussy flutters, opening without a single physical touch. Just my dominance pressing inside her,

me. I grab the base of my cock, squeezing hard to maintain control as I watch her open for me, millimeter by glorious millimeter. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen—her body responding to nothing but my will, my energy,

at the same time. I can feel her heat, her wetness, the way she clenches around nothing but my aura. I’m buried inside her without

takes more of my energy, her body trembling with each invisible thrust. "How have I