Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 149

Chapter 148: Grace: Choked

"Ow!" I yelp, my hand snapping up to fist a handful of his hair and jerk his head away. "What the fuck?!"

Pain slices through the sexual haze, sharp and clarifying as a bucket of ice water, even as energy explodes between us. Threads multiply into cables, into ropes, into a goddamn tsunami of power pouring out.

My hand flies to my neck, feeling wetness. When I pull my fingers away, they’re spotted with blood.

"Did you just fucking bite me?!" I hiss.

He doesn’t answer, just groans against my shoulder.

The bite throbs, hot and electric. I can feel my heartbeat in it, pulsing in time with the arcane current, and try desperately to grab onto the energy between us again. But it’s too much.

Caine makes a sound that’s more animal than man, his entire body going rigid above me.

"Don’t. Move." His voice is ragged, barely recognizable. "Not an inch."

I open my mouth to sass him back, to tell him to go to hell for biting me, but the words die in my throat as I realize he’s fumbling with the button of his jeans.

Oh.

Oh.

My eyes go wide as he pushes his jeans low enough to grip himself—his hand tight around the hard, flushed length.

It’s bigger than I expected—not that I’ve spent time thinking about it. Much. Sometimes...

My core clenches hard at the sight of him, arousal slamming back through me with brutal force. But panic bubbles up alongside it, and I squeak, "Caine, I don’t have that much control yet—"

He doesn’t seem to hear me. His hand moves—slow, rough strokes, like he’s trying to hold himself together more than chase release. His face is tight with strain.

"I’m not going to—" His eyes shut, jaw clenched. "Fuck.

"

When he looks at me again, it’s like something ancient is clawing behind his eyes.

"I’m not in control anymore, Grace." The words sound torn from him. "Get out. Before I hurt you."

I should listen. I should absolutely listen to the massive predator telling me he’s about to lose control.

just stare—caught by the way his muscles ripple with each movement. The flush beneath his skin. The way his abs tighten with

instinct, fingers

the contact like I shocked him, a growl tearing free from deep

"Fuck!"

arcane surge slamming into me from that single point of contact is like mainlining lightning. It rockets through my

I don’t pull away. I can’t. My body craves this contact like a drug, even

throbs against my palm. Hot. Velvet over

need to get this surging

energy. Compress

the golden flow with my mind, to regulate the power crackling

same time—because I’m an idiot with zero multitasking

The effect is catastrophic.

The tendons in his neck stand out like cords. His jaw locks. His

gasps. "What are

dissolves into a snarl as his hips

Wait.

Wait.

his dick with

"Caine—!"

a groan and a growl, something you’d only hear in bed. The kind of sound to make your ears go red and your heart

pull away, suddenly panicked that

rush spills across my belly, splashing my fingers, the hem of my shirt—every pulse

my grip as a violent burst of arcane power slams between

overwhelming. My back bows off the bed, legs trembling as I shake beneath him, the magic crackling across my skin

us moves. We’re frozen—Caine braced above me, panting hard, and me... sprawled out, wide-eyed, covered in heat, heart pounding, and still aching so badly

Most. Awkward. Ending. Ever.

his

Choked it.

inexperience. thy name

blink up at him.

groans, dropping his forehead to rest against mine for a

My head feels like it’s filled with too much oxygen. I can still feel my core pulsing, desperate for release, but the

Too much.

way too fucking

.

Shit.

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