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.

the celestial handbook covers an Echo Witch getting railed by a Lycan Beta.

I say, cutting directly to logistics and ignoring his silent

posture shifts minutely. "I can keep him

our options. With what’s most likely Chaos poking around, we need to move fast. But pushing Thom too hard could burn him out completely—and a drained wizard would

sleeps off the sudden infusion of pure arcana. But it’s unlikely the direction will change much, and

"Get everyone ready. We

me to Aaron, who’s standing halfway between

glance down, scanning

at Owen. "Pretty sure Chaos is in

his room. I lean against the doorframe, watching him retreat down the dingy motel corridor. His shoulders roll with each step, the fluid movement of someone who knows exactly what his body

angel. Such

staring at another man in front

an eyebrow. "Am I not allowed

storms into the bathroom, and

to hell in

fine until I opened the door skimpily dressed, of

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

my eyes, and the world disappears for a heartbeat. My Sight flickers on without permission—a snapshot of something not quite

more than sexual. Something electric. Dangerous. And someone else—a presence I can’t quite make

prickles along my spine. The most frustrating part is not knowing when.

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

opening the Divinity App. The interface glows, notifications stacked high

open the messaging

is gonna kick