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.

me, the promise of fullness after all his teasing. My body is slick,

ERRRNNNN. ERRRNNN.

We both freeze.

moment like an entire glacier thrown at our naked, sweaty

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

from the bedside table, a distinct tone that I’ve heard only a

force to send him sprawling backward.

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

eyes scan the screen, heart pounding for

an emergency. Can’t ignore it..." The words tumble out automatically as I swipe through

over us as we both process what’s 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 the

alert expands on

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

Damn it.

years I’ve been avoiding entanglements, and the one

the gods are jealous," I mumble, checking my other notifications.

"What

"Nothing—"

the air. Three precise impacts against the door. The

flops back on the bed with a groan, equal parts frustration and resignation. He drapes an arm over his eyes, muttering some inventive curses.

to his cock—still hard, still perfect, 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,

genius

sigh. "Get

"It can’t wait ten seconds?" He props himself up on his elbows. "Five. Hell, I can do it in