Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 136: Lyre: Sight

LYRE

More knocks.

The bliss of orgasm has already faded, and Aaron tugs his boxers on swiftly. Thankfully, he isn’t one of those men who’d lay there dazed for hours after even a brief burst of arcana.

The muscle in his jaw ticks as he watches me yank my shirt down over my hips. It barely covers what it needs to—just enough to maintain the illusion of modesty, which has never been my strong suit anyway.

Another sharp knock at the door. Owen has zero patience and even less consideration for what he’s interrupting.

I slide on my panties, ignoring Aaron’s glower as I move toward the door. His possessiveness radiates off him, hot and aura-dense. He looks ready to lunge between me and whoever’s on the other side.

I roll my eyes. As if he has any claim over who sees my body. I could answer the door stark naked if I wanted to.

I don’t, though. Some battles aren’t worth fighting.

When I pull the door open, Owen stands there like judgment incarnate—all broad shoulders and blank expression, exuding an infuriating angelic composure.

"You got it, too?" I ask, not bothering with pleasantries.

He nods once, his silver-gray eyes flickering down to where my shirt stops and my thighs begin. His eyebrows twitch ever so slightly—a microexpression of disapproval he can’t quite suppress.

Typical. Angels are tedious prudes obsessed with other people’s genitals. They’ve got an entire rulebook about who can fuck whom and under what circumstances. Unsanctioned sex with non-Divine-affiliated partners is practically heresy. A "power imbalance," they call it. Morally corrupt. Eternally frowned upon.

Of course, once they do have sex? They’re like fucking bunnies.

Angel sex is divine. Pardon the pun. Definitely would do it again. But the talking... fuck, they’re annoying.

covers an Echo Witch getting railed by a Lycan Beta. Probably an entire appendix

cutting directly to

posture shifts minutely. "I can keep him asleep in

around, we need to move fast. But pushing Thom too hard could burn him

he sleeps off the sudden infusion of pure arcana. But it’s unlikely the

nod. "Get everyone ready. We leave

his eyes dart past me to Aaron, who’s standing halfway between the bed and bathroom,

glance down, scanning Grace’s texts again. There’s also one

back up at Owen. "Pretty

down the dingy motel corridor. His shoulders roll with each step, the fluid movement of someone

Such a nice specimen

at another man in front of me?"

eyebrow. "Am I not allowed

storms into the bathroom, and

hell in

was fine until I opened the door skimpily dressed,

inside and close the door with a sigh. Wolves—so predictably territorial. You give

behind my eyes, and the world disappears for a heartbeat. My Sight flickers on without permission—a snapshot of

A tension between them that’s more than sexual. Something electric. Dangerous. And someone

most frustrating part is not knowing when. Could be happening

forehead, irritation simmering under my skin. Divine interference always gives me

phone, opening the Divinity App.

messaging

gonna kick you in the ass for this,