Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 136

Chapter 135: Lyre: Her Game (IV)

LYRE

"Get inside me before I turn you into a toad."

The words come out before I can think twice, but I won’t take them back.

I’m going to kill this man if he keeps up this game of his. I know he wants more; know he’s nowhere near satisfied. And yet he’s holding out.

His hands on my skin, his cock teasing my pussy, his power pulsing inside of me... it’s infuriating. Intoxicating.

Almost like I’ve started a game I have no chance of winning. But of course not. I’ve just handed him the reins for today.

One time. A temporary release. A single night of pleasure with an oversexed wolf. Maybe more, since he’s proving himself to be a very nice toy...

But that’s all this is.

Lyrielle doesn’t beg.

Aaron leans down, his lips brushing my ear. His breath sends shivers down my spine, tickling my skin.

"That’s not how you beg, Lyre."

This bastard. I could kill him for this—for making me want, for making me surrender. And yet here I am, legs spread, hands clutching at the sheets, every fiber of my being centered on the semi-empty ache between my thighs.

My teeth grind together as I fight the urge to simply hex him. I could do it. A snap of my fingers, a whispered word, and this wolf would be on his knees. But that’s not what I want. Not right now.

"...Please."

It’s a false surrender on my tongue. Bitter and sweet at the same time.

the promise of fullness after all his teasing. My body is slick, ready, trembling with anticipation.

ERRRNNNN. ERRRNNN.

We both freeze.

sound of an emergency alert slices through the glorious moment like an entire glacier

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

phone screams from the bedside table, a distinct tone that I’ve heard only a handful of

with Aaron’s chest, shoving him off me with enough force to send him sprawling backward. I lunge across the bed toward my phone, grabbing it from

at the edge of

heart pounding for

It’s an emergency. Can’t ignore it..." The words tumble out automatically as

thighs are still shaking, my pussy still pulsing with unfulfilled need. Aaron looks like he might punch a wall, his erection showing no signs of flagging

expands on

Warning Protocol: Cosmic intervention documented in region 23-BETA and 20-L. Pattern recognition suggests

Damn it.

timing isn’t lost on me. Seven hundred years

other notifications. There’s

"What did you

"Nothing—"

precise impacts against the door. The arcana outside is easy to recognize, all golden and pure;

arm over his eyes, muttering some inventive curses. Something about being blue-balled by a phone, among other

still perfect, still not inside me. A genuine pang of regret

Owen knocks again.

asshole must be able

take a genius to know why he’s

sigh. "Get dressed.

arm off his face and looks at me incredulously. "It can’t wait ten seconds?" He props himself up on his

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