Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

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.

his cock pressing against me, the promise of fullness after all his teasing. My body is slick, ready, trembling with anticipation. I hold my

ERRRNNNN. ERRRNNN.

We both freeze.

through the glorious moment

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

a distinct tone

takes over. My foot connects with Aaron’s chest, shoving him off me with enough force to send him sprawling backward. I lunge across the bed

kidding me," the Lycan growls, sprawled awkwardly at the edge of the bed, his cock still hard

scan the screen, heart pounding for reasons entirely different from

Can’t ignore it..." The words tumble out automatically as I

happening. My 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 despite

alert expands on my

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

Damn it.

hundred years I’ve

are jealous," I mumble, checking my other notifications. There’s a few texts from Grace, and I

frowns. "What did

"Nothing—"

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

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

still not inside me. A

Owen knocks again.

the door, knowing he can hear me perfectly well. The angelic asshole must be able to smell what’s behind our door, too, making it a smidgen more irritating he’s out there banging to interrupt the

a genius to know

sigh. "Get

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